<?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-4250289006765486464</id><updated>2012-03-15T14:58:07.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sticks lyf</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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brunei with a badge :D&lt;br /&gt;then its 3weeks of training in s'pore then go thailand for another 24days&lt;br /&gt;after that its just 2 months then commission already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go to war with murphy's law&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-2270256498327985592?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2270256498327985592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=2270256498327985592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2270256498327985592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2270256498327985592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2012/03/1st-overseas-trip.html' title='1st overseas trip'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-55312004094819024</id><published>2012-02-02T16:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T16:48:43.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i club&lt;br /&gt;quite frequently in fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont go club for the girls&lt;br /&gt;heck i dont even dance with girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go club to enjoy with my friends&lt;br /&gt;drink some. tipsy alil and just have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all guys go club to grind girls&lt;br /&gt;not all of them go club to get numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are just like me&lt;br /&gt;club because we just like to club&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-55312004094819024?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/55312004094819024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=55312004094819024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/55312004094819024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/55312004094819024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2012/02/yes-i-club-quite-frequently-in-fact-but_02.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-5341538088107658927</id><published>2012-02-02T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T16:48:32.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes i club&lt;br /&gt;quite frequently in fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dont go club for the girls&lt;br /&gt;heck i dont even dance with girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go club to enjoy with my friends&lt;br /&gt;drink some. tipsy alil and just have a good time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not all guys go club to grind girls&lt;br /&gt;not all of them go club to get numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are just like me&lt;br /&gt;club because we just like to club&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-5341538088107658927?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/5341538088107658927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=5341538088107658927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/5341538088107658927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/5341538088107658927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2012/02/yes-i-club-quite-frequently-in-fact-but.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-8190505829084623520</id><published>2012-01-20T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:36:00.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black bar</title><content type='html'>3 months down.&lt;br /&gt;6more months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really want this.&lt;br /&gt;i want it bad.&lt;br /&gt;the black bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going through all this training just for a black bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so for the next 6months im going to give it my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aim : sword of merit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-8190505829084623520?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8190505829084623520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=8190505829084623520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8190505829084623520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8190505829084623520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2012/01/black-bar.html' title='black bar'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-3141065633902859742</id><published>2012-01-04T11:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T12:00:34.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year</title><content type='html'>its another new year.&lt;br /&gt;another year older.&lt;br /&gt;my year of adulthood. in literal sense.&lt;br /&gt;i get to sign my own papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont really feel like celebrating this year though.&lt;br /&gt;last years was just beyond awesome. and i wanted my 21st to outdo that&lt;br /&gt;but just 6 days to the big day the excitement is fizzing off.&lt;br /&gt;partly because i dont get to celebrate the actual day due to camp.&lt;br /&gt;partly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a whole new year to spend and i dont wanna be wasting it&lt;br /&gt;chasing meaningless things, hoping for the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised that whenever my mind wanders off about girls, my resolution drops as well.&lt;br /&gt;going back to my previous mindset. going to achieve the important stuff in life 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;priorities will be commission,earn enough, gtfo of singapore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-3141065633902859742?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3141065633902859742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>cravings</title><content type='html'>Do you understand me ?&lt;br /&gt;Can you understand me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so boxed up.i want out. Out of this country. Out of everything I know. In a new place where my identity is mine to create. Its so small here that everyone knows everyone one way or another. Cceativity is massacred and freedom of speech is frowned. Opinions have to be challenged. Can't people say what they think and just leave it at that. Where are the people with sparks nowadays. Or am I too deep into my own shit that I don't see them anymore ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the long runs. The treks, the beach trips. What happened to the simplicity of life. In a world where money rules life I myself have to change my lifestyle to accomadate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need a break is it too much to ask for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand me ?&lt;br /&gt;Can you understand me ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-1751702309445076961?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/1751702309445076961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=1751702309445076961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1751702309445076961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1751702309445076961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2011/12/cravings.html' title='cravings'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-7208385026002156740</id><published>2011-12-21T02:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T03:04:34.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends</title><content type='html'>I met ganesan after a very long time. It was good to meet him and catch up. True friends are awesome. After such a long hiatus can still talk like we just met up yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thabkgod I have the hermanos. We are family just not bound in blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social night is coming up real2 soon. Haven't really asked anyone yet. I will still be going definitly but not too sure if I wanna bring anyone now. I need to find a girl who smokes, will not send a cold shoulder to my ocs mates and who I can have a pleasent time with. Seems like such a tall order. 3extras seem the easier choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I just risk it? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year is coming and plans are otw for siloso beach party again this year. I know its going to be AWESOME! And I'll happily take off my shirt to party this time around. No qualms on that :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe ill use this as my 21st celeb as well. Its such a hassle to plan for. And I'm abit unmotivated as well. Haha! Let's just see how the world turns for me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-7208385026002156740?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7208385026002156740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=7208385026002156740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/7208385026002156740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/7208385026002156740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2011/12/friends.html' title='friends'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-3571531208005298969</id><published>2011-12-18T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T12:24:46.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too soon an adult</title><content type='html'>back when we were young, we wanted to grow up so bad&lt;br /&gt;now that we are growing towards adulthood we look back at the years with a longing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see all my juniors, my younger neighbours, all the small kids i used to know.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is growing up so fast. i have been so amazed at this untill i realised that it only seems that way because im getting older as well. in less then a months time i will be an adult. haha cant imagine that. i get to make my own choices and sign my own papers. awesome or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the change in  me has been appalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to be fcuking loud&lt;br /&gt;i used to cant stand still&lt;br /&gt;i used to always get into trouble&lt;br /&gt;i used to always irritate people&lt;br /&gt;i used to always make fun of others&lt;br /&gt;i used to do alot of things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but something just changed. and i cant seem to find the deciding factor. but somehow and somewhere i just changed i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like the quiet and peace&lt;br /&gt;i can just sit there doing nothing at all. just smoking and listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;i prefer to listen rather then talk.&lt;br /&gt;i can go out alone and still enjoy myself.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i can bite my cheek to say i have matured and become a teeny bit wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres more to think about but before all that lets just go along with the wind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-3571531208005298969?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3571531208005298969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=3571531208005298969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3571531208005298969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3571531208005298969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2011/12/too-soon-adult.html' title='too soon an adult'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-2200452366252461006</id><published>2011-12-18T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T12:01:25.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>past few bookouts have been awesome.&lt;br /&gt;because i got to meet you consistently.&lt;br /&gt;and managed to go out out not just under blocks or parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone thinks im crazy or just being a fool or some even hate you&lt;br /&gt;their stand is that you are using me and im a glorious idiot for not being able to spot that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not and idiot. i am perfectly aware. and i see nothing wrong in the situation.&lt;br /&gt;i used to get so jealous last time. but not so much now. i can sit there and listen to you talk about other guys. and give my opinions here and there. so much has changed.&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still lose myself in those eyes&lt;br /&gt;i still get excited at the thought of meeting you&lt;br /&gt;i still get extremely happy when i see you&lt;br /&gt;i still find myself thinking of you in the same ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however i understand my chapter in your life ended a long time back. cheers in adding to new chapters in your life. maybe i will stick around to see maybe i wont (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-2200452366252461006?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2200452366252461006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=2200452366252461006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2200452366252461006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2200452366252461006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2011/12/past-few-bookouts-have-been-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-7544630968425672852</id><published>2011-12-18T11:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T12:25:43.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>army</title><content type='html'>POPed from tekong with awesome memories&lt;br /&gt;and great new friends.&lt;br /&gt;then currently im in ocs.&lt;br /&gt;lifes tough here. from the slack life i had in scorpion&lt;br /&gt;but its still manageable. and i have the best section mates.&lt;br /&gt;and we are the best section in the entire wing. &lt;br /&gt;the best 11man team out of 9sections&lt;br /&gt;felt good to be awarded the batch. platoon3 section 3 FTW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-7544630968425672852?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7544630968425672852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=7544630968425672852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/7544630968425672852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/7544630968425672852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2011/12/army.html' title='army'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-4352066946165134150</id><published>2011-08-14T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T17:24:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on : seriously ?</title><content type='html'>this is the part i dont really like.&lt;br /&gt;when i'm so sure that its in the past. it becomes the present.&lt;br /&gt;i dont get it. why ?! haha! its infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;like mother fcuking seriously. like a parasite that cant be eradicated&lt;br /&gt;wormed in too deep to be found. lying in wait. just when you think its in remission&lt;br /&gt;it comes back. weaker then its last appearance. but it will grow steadily. until its stronger then its last defeat. i dont want you. nor do i need you.honestly. but its something that cant be explained by the two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i've tried. believe me. what you know isnt that only incident. there have been others. when out of the blue, thoughts just pop out and i cant continue my objective.&lt;br /&gt;its ironically funny. reminds me of the movie zohan. adam sandler and his "problem"&lt;br /&gt;idk why its like this. i mean im haris. haris stickman. for gods sake. i dont get axed down like this. fcuking never. and here i am typing this blog post because i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are others out there that will treasure you and every min of being together. wait fcuk others. theres me. i treasure you. you are fcuking important even though i dissapear. but you are stuck over there. stuck like a brick half buried in sand. neither in or out. im there always just out of the sand pit. waiting there. unwantedly. but you dont want that do you. yeah im screwed up in all sense. but you make my screwed up life happy. happy enough for me to wait there to be honestly happy again. its been for so long and im still here. why ?!&lt;br /&gt;because of you silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have awesome conversation. good old times. we can have totally serious converstaions and still laugh our asses out. we can be perfectly silent and not feel akward. be in our moods and totally feel content. honestly im crippled that you are there. the grass is greener on the other side. cross over. enjoy the greenery. all this empty words are meant for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz as much as im out there having fun. its only fun then. not before not after. and even in the fun i think of you silly. you are a keeper. allow yourself that little creature comfort. at the very least. as fcuked up as it will turn out to be, be with someone that knows your value. its too high a price for me to auction for. but there are others. acknowledge them. be with them. you DONT DESERVE this. please ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-4352066946165134150?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/4352066946165134150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=4352066946165134150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/4352066946165134150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/4352066946165134150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2011/08/moving-on-seriously.html' title='moving on : seriously ?'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-2357711651587357739</id><published>2011-07-23T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T23:12:34.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life of a NSF</title><content type='html'>guess i'd like someone.&lt;br /&gt;someone i dont get bored with.&lt;br /&gt;someone to hang out for once a week&lt;br /&gt;someone to keep me from going utterly bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like you. i honestly do.&lt;br /&gt;i've been liking you for quite long.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i will continue to like you.&lt;br /&gt;coz love just complicates everything.&lt;br /&gt;and so does r/s.&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy being single.&lt;br /&gt;but i'd like company.&lt;br /&gt;so will you be my good friend.&lt;br /&gt;even though you are my friend already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to another friend. meeting with you is like waiting for the bigbang.&lt;br /&gt;its like forever. and ever and ever. last time i had curfew so i had trouble.&lt;br /&gt;now i dont have yet still have trouble. how la like that. i know you are busy.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just continue ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only get to be out on the mainland for 2days. i wanna meet you guys. everyone who is my friend. ya know chill out hang out. not every single week. but at least once in a few weeks. we live so near. almost all in the neighbourhood. but its like all living in different countries. so hard to meetup.&lt;br /&gt;NS really takes away your mainland life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-2357711651587357739?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2357711651587357739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=2357711651587357739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2357711651587357739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2357711651587357739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-of-nsf.html' title='life of a NSF'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-8830501384764234068</id><published>2011-06-07T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T10:36:54.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so ive graduated from nursing. and im now a fully registered nurse. im qualified to practice nursing. a pretty big deal for me. i've fought with almost everyone challenged all their beliefs and made it as a nurse. so im pretty proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing ahead for me is NS. i cant wait to go in already. its going to be a whole new lifestyle and im all hyped up for it to happen. the day after tomorrow at this time i will be in a ferry to tekong. haha ! cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have been spending my time meeting with my friends before i go in ns. maybe it is exaggerated. im not travelling to a faraway country. but lets be realistic. the girls all have started working or uni. the boys are goin in ns. and when i book out im going to hang out with the hermanos most of the time. it really is one of the last times i will see a great number of my poly friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream to leave singapore is fast approaching. i'm seriously considering Great Britain to take my nursing degree and work there. its a great place steeped with history and i love all the ancient stone feel buildings they have. its definitly my type of place to stay in. and also im more of a english person then an american person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was nice to see you. it still seems i have to practice much self restraint when im with you. that surprised me. guess thing with you arent never normal :)note to self never look into your eyes too long. im afraid i will fall back in again. and i trust you more then you'll ever know. i just dont wanna bother you with my incapabilities as i'll put it. i'll crash and burn happily anyday but i will never bring anyone along for my hell ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-8830501384764234068?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8830501384764234068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=8830501384764234068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8830501384764234068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8830501384764234068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-ive-graduated-from-nursing.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-964047026463757339</id><published>2011-04-23T09:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T09:10:12.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blanket</title><content type='html'>theres this person&lt;br /&gt;outside my clique of close friends&lt;br /&gt;i'll call this person blanket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see. blanket is someone important. blanket has no idea of its importance. its the only person i ever really connected with other then hermanos. its a connection in the most basic level. essence. but recently i feel that blanket is so far gone from me. it takes two hands to clap. and i am really weary from all this one sided effort. Its like those type of bonds that even the thought of meeting the person will make you joyful. its not because the blanket is a funny person. i mean blanket is funny but im funnier (: if there even is such a word. blanket you are still as important to me as you have been. and thats a fact. i'll be there for you even if im like halfway through the world ONLY if you reach out to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blanket. i honestly miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from,&lt;br /&gt;forgotten stickman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-964047026463757339?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/964047026463757339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=964047026463757339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/964047026463757339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/964047026463757339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2011/04/blanket.html' title='blanket'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-7317910364877151424</id><published>2011-01-09T13:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T16:49:35.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time for change</title><content type='html'>tomorrow i'm turning 20. not as big 21 when i'm an adult.&lt;div&gt;but its still big. its a transitional age. i'm at a junction in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am no longer a teen. neither am i an adult. this is the age to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shed off my naive views and take on some responsibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that doesnt mean i have to be a boring adult wannabe. nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is not my intention. i am still going to have as much fun as humanely possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but there are some things that need to be left behind as i grow older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some things that i have been too STUPID to keep on protecting all this while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean lets face the facts. everyone/anyone can see how crazy in love she is with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as much as i hate his guts. hes the one whos keeping her happy and satisfied. and hes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing a damn good job at that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i respect you for that. just for the fact that shes happy with you. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and its about time i move on. seriously it is. how long am i going to be sad and emo-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not healthy and its not helping anyone. i think my friends are seriously annoyed everytime i mention her name (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its time to meet new girls. as in really make an honest effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FYI. i still dont believe in love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i still dont want to commit into r/s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm just going to go around flinging &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey i'm still young to do that :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this year more things will be happening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its going to be a hell of a year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but before anything happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO STICKMAN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy birthday to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love bdae songs &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-7317910364877151424?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7317910364877151424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=7317910364877151424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/7317910364877151424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/7317910364877151424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2011/01/time-for-change.html' title='time for change'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-8483234680338325656</id><published>2010-11-21T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:47:23.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nursing</title><content type='html'>before i start my PRCP&lt;div&gt;i would like to blog :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i will only blog again after PRCP :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm really happy that i chose nursing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i may have complained, said it was a stupid course, grumbled throughout the 3years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but truthfully i never regretted choosing this course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can not think of any other course that i'd rather do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not an engineering person, it person, media person or even a science person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know what kind of a person i am. heck i dont even know if i'm cut out to do nursing as a full time job. but through PRCP i will find that out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but what i wanna talk about is my poly life. i started my 1st day friendless. i'm leaving NP with so much more friends then i could have possibly known. i have changed so much in this 3years both in appearence and mindset. i've matured much more then before and am definitly more knowledgeable. i have learnt that thin line friendships exist and how friends from the same clique can stab each other. i have learnt to make friends carefully and be very wary of what i say. i have learnt to hide myself even better and to show others what they want to see instead. i've had freedom i never had before. did some awesome stuff. made some unforgettable friends and  people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surely i havent made as much use of my poly life as others. but i bring back memories from here that could last me on my deathbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to all those assclowns that i met/slacked/befriended/loved/got pissed at/ will find life a bore without/might never see again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will miss each and everysingle  one of you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goodbye :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-8483234680338325656?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8483234680338325656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=8483234680338325656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8483234680338325656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8483234680338325656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/11/nursing.html' title='nursing'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-6239230384038334314</id><published>2010-11-13T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T22:26:44.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>continuing on</title><content type='html'>wow. its been ages since i blogged&lt;div&gt;6weeks of attachment has passed me by together with 2 more weeks of hols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now got 1 more week left in school(attachment)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i will start my PRCP in Renci community hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abit nervous about renci because its my 1st time there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm going for my PRCP so its either make or break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 weeks in there so hopefully i really make my preceptor like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shes going to be grading me and stuff. and its 14 credits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will really swing my gpa up. hope to graduate with 3points.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;during my 2weeks had 2chalets. 1 was bullshit but the club night at butterfac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was AWESOME !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bar dance was oh so sexy. and damn can she dance. i was mesmerized seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she had the face the moves and the BODY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn! 3 in 1 baby (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then rest until wed and chalet again. this chalet was AWESOME !!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after chalet went home rest for awhile and JB baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st time went to JB with friends :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without folks knowledge. sneaked out with passport. told them going beach for bdae.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not to call because batt flat. nice idea :D (p.s.. i'm smart aint i ?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go eat sheesha shop smoke. it was awesome to the max!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was entertaining everyone and it was helluva fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then project P started and 5 days just flew by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;must make the most out of the remaing 5days because they are officially&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my last days in NGEE ANN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its official!!!!!!!! after PRCP i'm a graduate with a diploma in hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NURSING diploma. my ticket to everywhere and anywhere. i'm glad i chose this course (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thats that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will update next weekdend. and wont be updating until PRCP ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-1812621932272991984</id><published>2010-10-11T10:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:16:10.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attachment attachment attachment.</title><content type='html'>so far i'm not really complaining about attachment. even though 1mth already flew by.&lt;br /&gt;still can handle going to work. but i'm not a huge fan of my current ward&lt;br /&gt;i want to go back to my previous ward oh so bad. Over there i'm a 3rd year student.&lt;br /&gt;i can do the staff nurse jobs. here i'm a jr. stick to doing i/o's boring sia.&lt;br /&gt;so many thing cannot do. then when we just standing there because we got nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;we get analised. abit the unfair ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant really be bothered even if i get a C grade for this ward. i just want to finish my skills and get this 10days over and done with. and theres the chalet plus loads of fun lined up for the whole 2 weeks. thats my lifeline for this 2weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results have been exceptionally good. i didnt expect to get the highest gpa for the sem i slacked the most. but guess thats how these things work out. LOL. i got 2.6 for current and 2.3 for cumulative. very happy to know i wont be having exams for a very2 long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to attachment. adioz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-1812621932272991984?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/1812621932272991984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=1812621932272991984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1812621932272991984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1812621932272991984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/10/attachment-attachment-attachment.html' title='attachment attachment attachment.'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-626927484601316510</id><published>2010-09-02T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T22:56:45.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girls. ladies. hot chicks. smacks lips.</title><content type='html'>i'm so bored right now.&lt;div&gt;so i shall blog about my type of girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(cracks knuckles. and all other crackable joints in the body)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not a hypocrite. at times i am. but who isnt. for the most part i'm not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at least thats what i think (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aite. so i love piercings and tattoos and i smoke and drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'm not a hypocrite. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like girls who have the above quality. i know all these=havoc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i'm not a havoc person. i am just me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;truth is i'm still a club virign and a virgin. and i'm proud of both facts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes people go "what?!" seriously you ? such a goody two shoes "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i prefer fair girls. that doesnt mean i dont like dark ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe i dont like dark ones. not too sure about that. havent really considered. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not much of a boob person either. guys usually gig girls with boobs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not most guys. i've seen awesomely hot ones who are nearly flat. so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;legs are a turn on. seen those oh so smooth and long legs that just seem endless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn. wonder how some girls are just born with that. and they know how to walk with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome much ??? IKR :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chinese girls seem to have the legs. long. tanned. endless. god i love those.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've always liked tanned girls. i call them harshbrown. tanned girls reallly look good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are a turn on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i have said countless of times i dig "emo" girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean theres just something so inviting about them that draws me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those thick mascara. black nails. band tees. skin tight jeans. complete with a dr martin boots !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELL YEAH!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dig them but they dont dig me. how sad (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;punk hairstyles are so awesome. i seriously dont mind a girl with a mohawk. i think thats just awesome shit. how many girls have a mohawk ??!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they are so freaking rare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;piersings and tattoos i dont even have to say. i mean c'mon. its piercing and tattoos. my fetishes. with that my dream gf will be complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets face the facts. i dig the rare type of girls in singapore. so i wont be finding one anytime soon as long as i'm here. well its good to dream aint it &lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s559.photobucket.com/albums/ss33/rickyhairyass/?action=view&amp;current=kat-von-d.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss33/rickyhairyass/kat-von-d.jpg" border="0" alt="kat von dizzle"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta love Kat Von D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-626927484601316510?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/626927484601316510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=626927484601316510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/626927484601316510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/626927484601316510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/09/girls-ladies-hot-chicks-smacks-lips.html' title='girls. ladies. hot chicks. smacks lips.'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-5446287847913902722</id><published>2010-08-21T11:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T12:17:15.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-indulgence 2</title><content type='html'>i dont like indian girls. not the whole lot of them mind you.&lt;div&gt;but those different girls i like. i dont know how to say different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm.. like to read books. not your typical indian girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they exsist but are freakingly rare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; so i can safely say i dont like indian girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese girls are also a no-no. not because i dislike them like indian girls (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because most chinese girls are like my close friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;never looked at a chinese girl that way before. guess its just a mental block.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i prefer malays i guess. dont ask me why. i dont really know myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But these days none of the girls matter because i'm not interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally. i stopped seeing girls that way. because of some stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but another totally logical reason is simple to understand for you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in my final lap of my nursing diploma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so basically my entire last semester is going to be spent in hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing my freaking daunting attachment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cant be juggling attachment and trying to woo girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its just too freaking troublesome and i'm too lazy to eve think of doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that i have a few months ??? of freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i have to go off to NS. 2 years gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that i have to work my ass off for 1and a half years in hospital&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get my needed experience to fly outta of singapore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing is more important to me then that. Thats no.1 priority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that god knows. maybe i'll become gay (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i 've always wanted to get out of singapore. theres a whole world out there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to explore. no way i'm going to be bound by duties here. no freaking way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am i bringing my parents along ? the answer is a NO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my own selfish backpacking/eye-opening/higher studies/ trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is going to be a wild journey. Not something for my parents to bear witness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think whatever you want. its not that i'm leaving for good. i MIGHT come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that depends on the future. My sis will be here in singapore and i'll send my folks cash from wherever i am. so its cool. And my folks know of my plans since a long time back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not a family person. I dont like attending family stuff. going to events and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its more of an obligation. well it used to be last time. Nowadays i cant be bothered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; in following them. i guess they know i am like this too. And its such a pity my folks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arent open-minded. then i can be myself at home instead of hiding everything about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its troublesome. VERY troublesome. There are times i truly HATE them. like from the bottom of my heart. enough to make me want to kill them. However things have changed rather drastically. they are finally begining to cut me some slack. So things now are not as tense as they used to be. I'm glad for that. Its time they give me some freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although i seem to know alot of people and always in the center of attention. I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have only a handful of friends. But those friends are treasured beyond anything. The rest are merely acquaintances. Its just knowing someone to pass your time. so that you have something to do in-between classes. Friendship is something of value to me. not every tom dick and harry is my friend. I have to feel comfortable. relaxed to talk what is in my mind without worrying what you think. if i'm not at ease at doing that with you. then forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;needless to say 90% of the people i know arent my friends. it might seem cruel to you if you know me. But i'm sorry. I dont divulge. unless you are worth it ya know. i have huge iron walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont talk. you arent allowed to enter. simple as that. no use complaining because my rules arent going to change. my head is my only secure place. and i like it to stay that way. i dont want you to sympathise nor empathise me. i'm not looking for your pity or your company. i'm just another solitary territorial creature and i prefer it that way :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like being unreadable to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like being a mystery to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not fun when every move you make can be predicted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not a nice person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not trustable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm am me. Haris Stickman ",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-5446287847913902722?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/5446287847913902722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=5446287847913902722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/5446287847913902722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/5446287847913902722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/08/self-indulgence-2.html' title='self-indulgence 2'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-472550332944241615</id><published>2010-08-19T10:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T11:54:35.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-indulgence</title><content type='html'>after sahur (starting of the fast)&lt;div&gt;i went to sleep before it was prayer time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kept dreaming about blogging about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lets do it yo !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some may be frighteningly weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this is me. unplugged. un-cut. un-censored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love reading books. but my favorite genre is romance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. i know its silly to the point of funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i find it really interesting to read. you can laugh along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really dive into the book. if you guys know what i mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;same goes for movie or anime genre. i'm not much of an&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;action guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the famous quote goes " I'm a lover not a fighter"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but alas, i'm not a lover. I just like romance movies or more preferred&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;romantic-comedys. gotta love those type of movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and those kind of inspiring movies. like the pursuit of happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so if you stereotype people like me who have this kinda taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i would be expected to be an emotional crackpot. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but thats not the case for me. i dont even tear let alone cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no matter how sad it gets. just another weird fact about me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i honestly can swear that the last time i cried was when i was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beaten by my parents during primary school. i have never cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because i was sad/heartbroken blah3. and this fact actually bothers me. ALOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am a quiet person. many people dont admit to this statement. cant blame them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but this is the face. my close friends will agree to the statement. so if you dont , &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hello acquaintance :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'm fcuking sociable in a big group. thats my forte. a big group.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;because there is so many people around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;when you got nothing more to say to one person, you go to another person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;simple as pie. but when it comes to a small group like say 3 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;then you can see how quiet i am (: because naturally i'm a listener.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd rather input then output. although most of the time i'm not even present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mentally that is. i zone out so much and so frequently. love stone-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;its like an out of body experience. you arent there. but you are there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i think you guys must be confused already (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;stone-ing and emo-ing is 2 opposites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;stone-ing is just thinking. emo-ing is wallowing in sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;you can go out with me and expect me to say only a few words here and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;it might be akward silence for you. but its not akward at all to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i like to talk at my own pace. and i like to have my own space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;chey it rhymes (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i think about dying all the time. i'll be on a bus going somewhere and inside my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i'll be imagining the worst possible way for the bus to crash and for me to die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i like thinking of death. its interesting. and the circumstances leading up to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i look forward to dying. but i am not suicidal. thats a huge difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i think its downright stupid to end your life. but the sadistic thoughts i enjoy in my head (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;thats why i love final destination. all those gore shows. zombies. its orgasmic!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;another very surprising fact. i have a very2 short temper. its extremely short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i can explode very easily. so to shelter my temper from wrecking havoc , i have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;an unbelievably high patience level/control level. its a learned trait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i dont want to be the guy who cant control his own temper. i find those guys a shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;if you lose your temper at every small thing. doesnt say much about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;just another guy who lacks self-control in my opinion. it took a long time to control my temper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but here i am successful in it. but i wouldnt dare you to test my patience level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;as they say. the scariest guys are the calm ones. it is said for a reason (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i love piercings and tattoos and weird hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;as long as i remember. those thick eyeliner, jet black hair, punk hairsyles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;have always been a turn on for me. girls are oh so sexay with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;its just my orientation. i like weird girls. girls with an attitude are awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but not your plastic bimbo girls because they have an intellect of a turkey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;which is if you didn't know the worlds stupidest animal. the last time i checked that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;to end it off. i might write a sequel to this. since theres much more to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but i'm too lazy to type now. i like to fabricate things up. so its up to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;to believe this posts. as i always say. rule 1. dont trust me ",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-472550332944241615?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/472550332944241615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=472550332944241615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/472550332944241615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/472550332944241615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/08/self-indulgence.html' title='self-indulgence'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-1472632996050244123</id><published>2010-08-16T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T12:45:08.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun weekend</title><content type='html'>salvation came in the form of HS day last friday.&lt;br /&gt;the whole week i was zombie-ing around the house.&lt;br /&gt;its very boring when you are fasting. not much energy to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went to school. met up with the rest. then went to convention centre.&lt;br /&gt;and met with even more people. i swear the bk barat was fcuking irritating and boring.&lt;br /&gt;and the plus size dancer so called started off the good performances.&lt;br /&gt;julie's band sucked but hey they performed for the graduating batch which is us.&lt;br /&gt;so it was a nice thing.&lt;br /&gt;the winner of HS day was fcuking talented. she sang parachute&lt;br /&gt;and now its stuck to my head. very nicely sung.&lt;br /&gt;then went to breakfast at al-ameen. i swear Diana was possesed.&lt;br /&gt;she went on and on and on and on. Rachel was like " omg somebody just kill her or me "&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i forgot to say i broke fast with ji sum soo.&lt;br /&gt;thats like the sex cigg if its not lao hong (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33mg tar and 2.4 nicotine.&lt;br /&gt;wooohooo.&lt;br /&gt;then we played pool and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the following day was eve more fun.&lt;br /&gt;had my prac bbq at the loft. i only arrived at 6pm i think.&lt;br /&gt;thank god my dad dropped me. it not i would have considered not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we brought all the stuff down to the bbq pit. and miss angela was like&lt;br /&gt;check out the clouds its going to rain. we were hoping it wont but bummer it rained.&lt;br /&gt;so carry all the stuff run back to the loft. then raefath and jol bf&lt;br /&gt;decided to just bbq at the kitchen itself. it was so smoky and the floor was getting sooty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for breakfast. so drink lemonade and took a puff first (:&lt;br /&gt;then ate spaghetti. spagetti sauce is supposed to be red right?&lt;br /&gt;but sha made the sauce and it was brown colour. i was calling it curry all the while&lt;br /&gt;seriously look like curry but taste like the sauce all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain had stopped so i brought charcoal down and went to start fire at the pit.&lt;br /&gt;then afterafew mins the 2 blokes came and added in the hot coals from&lt;br /&gt;their kitchen bbqing. and we had a proper bbq at the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprised jol with her birthday cake. she actually turned and saw us&lt;br /&gt;while we were sneaking up on her. but i just realized this morning then she didnt&lt;br /&gt;think it was a cake. she thought we were holding candles to light our way because it was dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME interpreting skills right ? my classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me dom and raefath tried to play soccer. tried is the word. it was so freaking dark.&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off the ball was black in colour. what the heck. we should have given up.&lt;br /&gt;but no. we rised above our difficulties and dragged the goalpost near the light.&lt;br /&gt;we thought we had overcome the light deprived environment but crap.&lt;br /&gt;still too dark to play. damnnit   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;challenged the chubby bunny game with miss angela. its a simple game to play.&lt;br /&gt;with every marshmallow you put in your mouth. say chubby bunny. cant swallow the marshmallow. thats it. miss angela gave up at 11. i went until 14. (i have a big mouth) (:&lt;br /&gt;but had to spit everything out. no place to chew and swallow anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dom and raefath had fun playing with the hose. we chased after a rat. tried to spray at it with the hose. raefath filled a dustbin up with water. haha. it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to the loft. dom and angeline left. drank 2 cups of henesys. i know its fasting month.&lt;br /&gt;but i never tried henesys before. it wasnt that nice. should have drank more. but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ghost story sharing session. then divert to eating animals a tad on religion. to cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;to interesting hospital facts. then back to ghost story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss angela and her hubby retired for the night. Lynette went to do jol nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so left me raefath sha and nafisah.&lt;br /&gt;that was whn i realised sha can talk. she went on and on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;and was disturbing raefath who just wanted to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;in the end he just covered her mouth with his hand. she still managed to talk.&lt;br /&gt;me and nafisah were having crams from laughing.&lt;br /&gt;those 2 are fcuking funny and cute the way they behave. both also childish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually they also K.O-ed. oh yeah lynette did jol nails for 2hrs then they both slept.&lt;br /&gt;me and nafisah were like what to do now. since both cant sleep.&lt;br /&gt;she taught me how to play stress. loser will get drawn in the face with markers.&lt;br /&gt;obviously i lost pretty bad. then we change game to taiti. obviously i won pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;in the end we looked fcuking funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so we went to tidy up everything. then sha wokeup.&lt;br /&gt;immediately started all her nonscense from the night before. LOL. fcuking funny.&lt;br /&gt;after raefath was fully awake he started his nonscence.&lt;br /&gt;what a compatible couple. seriously (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we talked about movies and books while waiting to check out.&lt;br /&gt;then all left together. go to the main road. some cab some bus.&lt;br /&gt;rushed home after i got off the buss. there was an emergency. open the door.&lt;br /&gt;throw all my stuff on the floor took a left turn. open another door. closed that door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and took a much needed shit (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-1472632996050244123?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/1472632996050244123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=1472632996050244123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1472632996050244123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1472632996050244123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/08/hs-day.html' title='fun weekend'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-550216268505116735</id><published>2010-08-08T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:12:09.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poly life is officially over</title><content type='html'>yes my 3years have come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;well not technically cause there is still the final exams.&lt;br /&gt;and we are due in school for 2weeks during project "P"&lt;br /&gt;then having nafa test during that period also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats just a trial for prcp in school.&lt;br /&gt;all the fun in classrooms skipping lectures. poker cards.&lt;br /&gt;smoking.drinking. creating havoc. disturbing people.&lt;br /&gt;all that time is now stuffed into a box and sealed with a pretty ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;those times will never come back. but i'm happy with how i lived my poly life.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the memories (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Ball semi's and finals took place on friday.&lt;br /&gt;The ref/ organizer pulled some strings under the table&lt;br /&gt;so that the finals will be my team against hafiz team.&lt;br /&gt;Its our final year afterall. and besides most people agreed&lt;br /&gt;that the finals between the yr3s would be more entertaining to watch anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Its not so big a crime. we just told ref that we wanted to meet in finals.&lt;br /&gt;but we won all our opposition fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;However hafiz team was too high a hurdle to cross and we lost to them 15-8.&lt;br /&gt;my specs broke and emily tore my bintan made beads. kinda sadded on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we were asked to choose a team name. i gave the idea of "the champions"&lt;br /&gt;imagine. when the MC announces the captain ball tournament results.&lt;br /&gt;"AND THE CHAMPIONS WON SECOND PLACE!!!" its going to be epic :D&lt;br /&gt;so tired,sweaty, and partially blind.&lt;br /&gt;we washed up then me aqilah diana, Jz went to bukit timah plaza.&lt;br /&gt;we met aslam at np busstop when we returned. waited fro lloyd and char to join us.&lt;br /&gt;and we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachelena had organised a bbq to start off the 3weeks holidays at changi beach.&lt;br /&gt;when we arrived at Changi Village saw raymun and his wife waiting for us.&lt;br /&gt;Long time since i chatted with that uncle. so we were catching up on times.&lt;br /&gt;had so much of fun and laughter and the bbq. it was well enjoyed. there was&lt;br /&gt;some problem that was on-going. but i seriously couldnt be bothered about it.&lt;br /&gt;i came to have fun and i had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went o OCH. and found all the entries barricaded. such a waste man.&lt;br /&gt;but the pontianks or whatever it was seemed to sense our disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;They went out of their way to give us a performance here and there. It was eventful.&lt;br /&gt;the best part was in the morning. packup. washup. we took the bus to tampiness.&lt;br /&gt;went to KFC to eat breakfast. Decided to bathe at tampiness sports complex. the beach grounds were too filthy to bathe. we were like backpackers litterally. finding for places to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;and passing soap shampoo and facial foam like nobody business.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be like shampoo here. and one of us will pass me the shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;stuffed, cleaned, and it was 10.30am !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we rushed to catch SALT the movie. and i somehow stayed awake.&lt;br /&gt;everyone was like struggling to stay awake. but the movie was to awesome to be slept away.&lt;br /&gt;reached home around 3. wanted to go sheesha with my classmates. i was too tired so i thought of taking a power nap untill 3.30 then leave for sheesha. woke up at 5plus instead. too tired to change and go. went back to sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry classmates. i was too shagged if not i would have come. and with that. i 'll wrap up this post as well. oh yeah !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy national day (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-550216268505116735?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/550216268505116735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=550216268505116735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/550216268505116735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/550216268505116735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/08/poly-life-is-officially-over.html' title='poly life is officially over'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-6359053899073119918</id><published>2010-07-30T18:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T19:04:50.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>time to update. noones reading though. but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;well there was my "school trip" to bintan&lt;br /&gt;which was orgasmic at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;then there were the world cup stay overs at ganesan house&lt;br /&gt;followed by p17 class bbq at the loft which i was invited to attend&lt;br /&gt;plus weekly thursday and saturday soccer fun&lt;br /&gt;this sums up my drinking enjoying smoking lifestyle for a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my obsession for books has returned. after i finish a book. i return and loan another one.&lt;br /&gt;i have to keep on reading. i want to keep on reading. the wild mental rides the vivid images in your head. only books can stir up a disneyland or dooms day in your head. and books are addictive much.&lt;br /&gt;i think this month alone i've finished around 20plus books. just read and read and read.&lt;br /&gt;time flies when you read. so i'm not that bored these days. but there are still times of utter boredom i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tertiary life is ending right before my eyes. i'll be thrown into every nursing students hell. which is the final attachment and after that afew weeks/months of bliss then NS. which i'm in fact very much looking forward too. after that i will have to face harsh reality already. no mans an island as the saying goes. but i have to be my own island. my choices will be my own and my path will be mine as well. i will have to carve my way towards success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to be just like a salmon. go out explore, face reality and live life a day at a time then maybe come back to singapore. if i feel like it. The worlds a playground but i feel my home ground has not much for me. in my opinion that is. If we are still entitled to an opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the opp sex. i'm genuinely not interested. not even on a 0.0000001 scale. sure when my friends spot a hot girl even i turn to look. but it stays at that. just a glance and back to whatever i was doing. Some guys think that girls are everything. without them life is boring, is lonely. that you are expected to be sad since you are single. i beg to differ though. true there are some lonely times. but its fun being single. Dont go chasing girls just because you are too afraid to be single. go with the flow people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that i end off. with the promise to update my blog constantly. a promise to myself (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-6359053899073119918?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/6359053899073119918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=6359053899073119918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/6359053899073119918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/6359053899073119918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/07/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-8168138638259780139</id><published>2010-06-08T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T20:23:25.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poly Review</title><content type='html'>Since my poly life is going to be over in just a little over 2months i shall do a summary of my poly life. a short one. just moments i can remember. and its been eons since i last updated anyway. aite here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of school. was a NSL prac class. i remember i was late. i entered the class and all were sitting down in a semi circle. i was kinda surprised to see an old lady standing there. Ms. Yeoh Bee Choon. I was wearing scrappy attire. cut me some slack aite. year 1. Amanda was sitting beside me. And she was the 1st friend i made in nursing. HAHA. we were making fun of something. cant really remember. The first surprise my teacher gave me. No long hair allowed in nursing. CCB. Thats the only reason i came into poly. To have dreadlocks. a huge blow to me. like seriously. We had a 2 hr break after that. Everyone split up after that. I was left all alone :( i simply followed radziah and vert to emart. Vert suggested that we have lunch together. I was all game when suddenly he changed his mind and wanted to eat with his friends bastard. Radziah disappeared in thin-air. All alone in a new environment i started reading book at emart alone. Then i texted afiq. wanted to kill time with him. while waiting for his reply. I saw dada at emart.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to her awhile and went off to meet afiq. after slacking with him, i got lost as i had aap lecture at block 50. I asked some passerby for directions like a total noobie that i was. Saw lynette and amanda sitting down at one of the tables and went to join them. Thats when i became friends with lynette. Shes still in my class till today. and we went to lecture.&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much my first day of school. Boring right. i was a loner!!!!!!!! LOL (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the first week went by. Me lynette and amanda were usually in the same group and we hung out alot during breaks and after school. sometimes rauf will join us. Then there was this one lecture.  A malay boy was passing a note down the row. It reached me and i looked at him. He gestured me to pass it to amanda who was sitting beside me. We both looked at the note. It said something cheezy but it was obvious the malay guy liked amanda. When lesson ended and we were going down the malay guy came to me. Emo hair with one lip piercing. quite tall. Handsome as well. He thanked me for passing the note and asked me if i was close friends with amanda. After exchanging our names i got to know he was Kendrik. actually a chinese. not a malay (:&lt;br /&gt;Ken started hanging out with us from time to time. Because of amanda. Me and ken got closer as well. oh yeah. and vert and i got closer also. same class and by that time i started disturbing him. Became the class clown by then also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lloyd was in my tutorial class. But i didnt speak to him. Vert was the ice-breaker. He remembered seeing lloyd in his church and talked to him. Then i extra go join the conversation also. This was during our MIC lab session. We were having a break. I found out that lloyd also liked amanda. And this dude was an almost look alike to kendrik. Long emo hair. not so tall. but got tattoo. handsome also (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle. Both sides were angry at each other because both claimed that the other is trying to get his girl. In the end both became good friends after Tioman trip. Through rauf and soccer i got to know the malays. Badrun hacif izzat fat khai. Then in a later run Dev came into the picture. through soccer also. i frankly dont remember any incident that links to dev joining us. Just that we didnt like him and his class last time. haha!! oh yeah. Helmi joined us with dev also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In year 2 , the tutorial class changed and instead of lloyd prac and my prac. nizam prac joined us instead. We hated them at first. They are so damn freaking noisy. It pissed us off. But i envied their class. There was unity there. My class was missing that. However they still pissed the crap out of me due to their noise level. Dom joined my prac class in year 2. Forgot to mention about dom. He was from rauf's class. i met him on the first day outside the aap lecture. He joined us through soccer also. Back to the reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom and Vert both liked jiewan so they started mixing with nizam's group. i being extra joined in with them. And actually attended aqilah surprise birthday celebration at the atrium. After that we kinda merged in with their clique. and we became close. well this is more for me and less for dom and vert. I slacked with them more in library and brought in badrun into their clique. and they went to jb trips. i couldnt join because of curfew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came HS day where we had shitloads of fun. year 2 HS day. Year 1 was still the bomb. We took laughing gas inside and were laughing hysterically. After that we went out to hit. I invited some of my own clique lloyd all and together with nizam all we went to al-ameen to eat dinner. It was a memorable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through the chalet, both cliques kinda merged and i am now a proud member of 1 big HS family. There are still so many names that arent mention. John's clique. Khai's clique etc. i crashed in with everyone. and there were afew people who joined us temporarily. Gf's of one of us. blah3..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through bonding camp and FOC I became friends with the juniors and closer friends with dev gilah nizam all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here ends my reflection of my nursing friends and acquaintances (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-8168138638259780139?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8168138638259780139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=8168138638259780139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8168138638259780139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8168138638259780139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/06/poly-review.html' title='Poly Review'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-2420813680120346498</id><published>2010-05-23T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T12:29:56.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick tired frustrated</title><content type='html'>very frustrated with my life as it is.&lt;br /&gt;there no goal. nothing to work towards to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;everyday is the same old routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emart emart emart emart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God i'm getting sick just thinking about the place.&lt;br /&gt;but it seems to be the only chillax spot. and everyone is there.&lt;br /&gt;and its downright boring then i pretend to sleep most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to drown myself in the meaningless chatter.&lt;br /&gt;girls girls girls. everything also talk about girls.&lt;br /&gt;girls. boobs. legs. asses. face.&lt;br /&gt;every passing girl has to be observed and then rated upon&lt;br /&gt;disgusting, not bad,fugly,cute,hot,pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noone says beautiful anymore. its like the word became cliche&lt;br /&gt;and this daily rating of girls is downright stupid. what do you get&lt;br /&gt;in the end? nothing. unless you get her number talk to her become friends.&lt;br /&gt;that will substantially increase your friends quantity by 1. but its downright&lt;br /&gt;troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what i'm doing wasting my life at emart. i dont know why i even go there.&lt;br /&gt;is to meet other goal-less souls like me. if that is my intention i do it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;so thers no real point in going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everything is just normal. Maybe there really is something from checking girls out.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'm just spiteful. A little uptight a little wound up. I feel like i'm ageing beyond my years.&lt;br /&gt;and my exterior shell. this face and body i wear is just a tool to mingle with the younger crowd.&lt;br /&gt;so much for a tool. i'm sick of where i am. i'm sick of who i am. i'm sick of what i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i can leave everything as i know, as of now, as it is, behind.&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind. i doubt i'll miss anyone that much. i adapt quickly enough.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to move away. get away. dissapear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The.Great.Escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-2420813680120346498?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2420813680120346498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=2420813680120346498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2420813680120346498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2420813680120346498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/05/sick-tired-frustrated.html' title='sick tired frustrated'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-8193170883998659074</id><published>2010-05-15T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T18:49:15.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>i'm in love with this song&lt;br /&gt;you are the only exception.&lt;br /&gt;by paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics make so much sense&lt;br /&gt;and the beat is so soothing&lt;br /&gt;and haleys voice has a nice texture for this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like totally into the lyrics now&lt;br /&gt;and they are the actual verbalization on how i'm leaving my life&lt;br /&gt;but however theres one little change.&lt;br /&gt;"There is no more exceptions"&lt;br /&gt;now that seems more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres so much fuss about cliques and groups&lt;br /&gt;and changing yourself to fit into the group&lt;br /&gt;why compromise yourself to fit in&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be myself and mingle around among groups&lt;br /&gt;not being tied down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hate people who question me , my life , religion&lt;br /&gt;or who think they are so above me and tell me what i should do&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE FCUK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE&lt;br /&gt;dont question me, you arent my parent. just a peer.&lt;br /&gt;so take a piss at your own shadow.&lt;br /&gt;SHOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been meeting alot of people who are money obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;true money is important. but is it worth killing fun over ?&lt;br /&gt;to work like a dog just to show off with godly toys ?&lt;br /&gt;i think its immature. for me at least money isnt that important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love piercings. and the emo thing. dont ask me why&lt;br /&gt;i'm just wired that way.  i like the metal in me. i love the feel of them.&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss them if i remove them permanently. If you dont like them so be it&lt;br /&gt;dont boss around asking me to remove them. afterall its my face.&lt;br /&gt;if i look hideous with them, too bad. i aint trying to woo you.&lt;br /&gt;so buzz off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people have been going a lil crazy over the opp sex. hooking up, giving numbers and checking people out. Maybe its the so called season. idk. not bothered.&lt;br /&gt;i've gone back to how i was. not bothered with girls, not checking them out.&lt;br /&gt;they dont seem to interest nor attract me. so why bother.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i appeal to any girl anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm comfortable to being alone again. its safer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the wheels of time going back for me. i'm going back to being quiet and low profile again.&lt;br /&gt;its quite nice to quieten down and just go back to my observing role. nothings going to be earned by being the loudest and making everyone laugh. sometimes its good to go unannounced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just rambling on a small portion of the book in my head. i prefer writing on a paper. but i'd like to see this page in a few years time. that would bring a smile to my face. and i'm gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-8193170883998659074?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8193170883998659074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=8193170883998659074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8193170883998659074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8193170883998659074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/05/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-2717483040353025841</id><published>2010-05-11T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T09:49:09.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm getting more and more sleepy&lt;br /&gt;true i love my sleep. but not to this extend.&lt;br /&gt;i must blame the singapore weather for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder to myself.&lt;br /&gt;wtf am i doing. its a puzzle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-2717483040353025841?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2717483040353025841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=2717483040353025841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2717483040353025841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2717483040353025841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-getting-more-and-more-sleepy-true-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-3374237065666511581</id><published>2010-05-05T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:17:58.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blanket</title><content type='html'>remember the question you asked me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i took my time thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm certain of the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres only once in your life,&lt;br /&gt;when you will indulge in an emotion so strong and true.&lt;br /&gt;the after episodes that will come later in your life are merely ghosts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can never manage to capture that crazy feeling&lt;br /&gt;its never that same fireworks. it cant be matched.&lt;br /&gt;to chase that feeling and encase myself in it for as long as it lasts&lt;br /&gt;is what i've always wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant be bothered with merely ghosts of that experience.&lt;br /&gt;its a waste of time and its futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i believe in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years distance whatever the separating factor.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt care less.&lt;br /&gt;because the answer will always be a yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-3374237065666511581?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3374237065666511581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=3374237065666511581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3374237065666511581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3374237065666511581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/05/blanket.html' title='blanket'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-3450475898486012006</id><published>2010-05-03T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:26:03.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emptyness</title><content type='html'>its all falling back in place&lt;br /&gt;time is being rewinded&lt;br /&gt;i'm growing younger&lt;br /&gt;those thoughts are back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm stuck in my own head.period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-3450475898486012006?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3450475898486012006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=3450475898486012006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3450475898486012006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3450475898486012006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/05/emptyness.html' title='emptyness'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-7431885790297875172</id><published>2010-04-26T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:39:50.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you are a stranger when once you were everything&lt;br /&gt;you are silent when once it was your voice all day&lt;br /&gt;you are just another person when once you were the person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish and wish and wish.&lt;br /&gt;but wishes upon a star never come true.&lt;br /&gt;and i have lose all hope and faith.&lt;br /&gt;i find nothing attractive&lt;br /&gt;when i'm filled with beautiful things.&lt;br /&gt;its just another in out day&lt;br /&gt;but its not a routine. its fun every single time.&lt;br /&gt;i've grown used to being this way.&lt;br /&gt;and this way i will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when once i preached the pureness of the word&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe in it anymore. its just another emotion.&lt;br /&gt;it hits you, drives you, peaks and just ends.&lt;br /&gt;in the end everything is left hanging and theres no real goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;the closure is never found though the search never ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why go through all that drama when in the end&lt;br /&gt;all things come to an end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-7431885790297875172?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7431885790297875172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=7431885790297875172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/7431885790297875172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/7431885790297875172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-are-stranger-when-once-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-8442468916199098343</id><published>2010-04-26T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:21:53.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>write</title><content type='html'>just figured out i love to write.&lt;br /&gt;i want to write a story. but i'm not mature enough.&lt;br /&gt;my stories tend to lack substance and the pull needed to entice readers&lt;br /&gt;but i found out i've a knack for short scenarios. everyday happenings&lt;br /&gt;that i can bring to life to a certain extend. its not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm happy with my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad i went for FOC&lt;br /&gt;getting to know the year 2s was fun&lt;br /&gt;and i enjoy their company. fun bunch of rascals.&lt;br /&gt;just like i was in year 2. sadly i'm even more fun now.&lt;br /&gt;more crapping around (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOC memories are memorable. certain explicit events.&lt;br /&gt;and it was away from home. thats the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;when i came back home, i was like fcuk. i didnt want to be here.&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i just dont like to be home. i only like going home when theres noone around here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-6882307438097809760</id><published>2010-04-10T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T17:30:04.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>done-ded</title><content type='html'>its been a crazy week.&lt;br /&gt;a mad rush to complete my skills&lt;br /&gt;and do my case study.&lt;br /&gt;not mad rush actually.&lt;br /&gt;but since i was so last min it was a rush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning was just insane. I cant believe you pranked me.&lt;br /&gt;saying you are pregnant. Thats just awesome. i'll give you credit for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another unexpected surprise came in the same morning.&lt;br /&gt;That was even more insane. It was fun. Its been eons (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and attachment has finally come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i had so much fun in attachment.&lt;br /&gt;The best staff i ever worked with honestly.&lt;br /&gt;They are so helpful and go out of their way to teach us.&lt;br /&gt;i was kinda sad that attachment has come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt mind working longer. honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is camp. heaps of fun.&lt;br /&gt;only one day stands between me and that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish we can talk again. its fun to talk after eons (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-6882307438097809760?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/6882307438097809760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=6882307438097809760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/6882307438097809760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/6882307438097809760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/04/done-ded.html' title='done-ded'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-1614479247938254310</id><published>2010-04-04T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T19:08:33.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wants</title><content type='html'>list of things from a normal 19year old point of view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. living alone&lt;br /&gt;2. seeing your parents once a month only. or once every few months.&lt;br /&gt;3. have an infinite play list&lt;br /&gt;4. travel to nature spots. and camp there&lt;br /&gt;5. write my own book&lt;br /&gt;6. a huge stash of fags&lt;br /&gt;7. try most of the extreme sports&lt;br /&gt;8. catch the sunrise or sunset from the top of a mountain&lt;br /&gt;9. get the hell out of singapore&lt;br /&gt;10. Visit your friends once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;11. work in unique jobs in different countries&lt;br /&gt;12. telling your exploits to a captivated audience&lt;br /&gt;13. a scrambler&lt;br /&gt;14. trek through a rainforest&lt;br /&gt;15. Teach english in japan&lt;br /&gt;16. be fluent in 3 foreign language&lt;br /&gt;17. go to a museum with a friend and enjoy every single min&lt;br /&gt;18. go to a gig&lt;br /&gt;19.take tons of Polaroid pics with captions written underneath&lt;br /&gt;20. Laugh at every little insignificant thing in your life when reminiscing&lt;br /&gt;21. keep in contact with the hermanos lifelong&lt;br /&gt;22. come back to singapore after a long period of MIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so so.&lt;br /&gt;some faggot of mine, arvin&lt;br /&gt;actually taught the in a different world 1st post was factual&lt;br /&gt;how he came to that particular conclusion slips by me&lt;br /&gt;its definitely not what i would do&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it is. not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april fools day joke was on myself&lt;br /&gt;didnt know it was april fools until it was 7.30pm that day&lt;br /&gt;( clueless me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as much as i complain. i enjoy nursing. through and through :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-1614479247938254310?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/1614479247938254310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=1614479247938254310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1614479247938254310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1614479247938254310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/04/wants.html' title='wants'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-6130729265578911030</id><published>2010-03-24T09:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T09:51:26.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a different world 2</title><content type='html'>you are walking towards the airport&lt;br /&gt;but in a different country. the years have flew by.&lt;br /&gt;and true to your dreams you have moved out of singapore&lt;br /&gt;at the time Britain inspired you and you wanted to carve your life from there&lt;br /&gt;it has been 3 years and you dont regret the decision you made to come here.&lt;br /&gt;But its time you decide to explore other countries.&lt;br /&gt;That was a few months go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel that someone is watching you as you sit there at the waiting hall&lt;br /&gt;but its not a pair of cold eyes drilling into you. These eyes feel familiar and theres a sense of deja vu along with it.You turn around discreetly not wanting to startle her and somewhere in that mid-turn your eyes locate her. But you dont just stop at gawk at her, oh no. Those days were a thing of the past. In the short timeframe you memorized her features. and you played them in your head. Theres definitely something familiar about her.&lt;br /&gt;You walk over to her and she smiles politely at her.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello I'm Haris" , you say&lt;br /&gt;Her smile widens as she cocks her head slightly to the left and she winks.&lt;br /&gt;" I know"&lt;br /&gt;Then it hits you. It has to be her. After all these years, who would have thought she was in Britain.&lt;br /&gt;"OMG! its you! How in the bloody moon did you recognize me ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well you certainly have more metal in you then when i last saw you and you look totally different, but you still give off the same feeling to me and there are a few habits of yours that helped me to identify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm! well lets chat and catch up just like we did on the old times shall we"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-6130729265578911030?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/6130729265578911030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=6130729265578911030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/6130729265578911030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/6130729265578911030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-different-world-2.html' title='in a different world 2'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-597325332029422932</id><published>2010-03-22T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:18:33.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a different world</title><content type='html'>you find yourself in a strange place&lt;br /&gt;its a mixture of your computer lab from primary school, the staff room and a ward&lt;br /&gt;its a regular 8 bedder cubicle with 4 rows of office tables&lt;br /&gt;the long ones. it looks quite similar to the palm island of dubai&lt;br /&gt;you are thinking to yourself what a weird cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;the nurses are all sitting down behind the tables and using computer&lt;br /&gt;you recognize facebook and tagged in their screens&lt;br /&gt;while you are busy observing everything&lt;br /&gt;your CI comes up to you and says&lt;br /&gt;its time to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you pack up and somehow exit that place&lt;br /&gt;how you knew the way? ; you didnt know&lt;br /&gt;some long forgotton instinct guided you out&lt;br /&gt;you check your handphone and you have a text from her&lt;br /&gt;"dont forget we are meeting up today. i got loads to tell you"&lt;br /&gt;she tells you all her interesting details on what has happened.&lt;br /&gt;its suppossed to be a catch-up meet with her&lt;br /&gt;you take long drags on your fag. enjoying the thick smoke as it fills your lungs up.&lt;br /&gt;and you lazily open you mouth as the smoke collects in that cavity&lt;br /&gt;with practiced ease you pop out a couple of smoke rings&lt;br /&gt;and you smile at your own creation.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the smoke you exhale in a fine stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the unpractised eye it looks like a one way convo&lt;br /&gt;its like shes yapping away and you have that "i cant be bothered attitude"&lt;br /&gt;but she knows that you are actually paying close attention to her&lt;br /&gt;thats the reason she tells you all the going ons.&lt;br /&gt;you observe the way her lips form the words and how her eyes seem excited&lt;br /&gt;shes pretty (:&lt;br /&gt;you kiss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her hand snakes up behind your head and her fingers weave into your hair&lt;br /&gt;you are definitely surprised. In place of an expected resistance and a strict telling off.&lt;br /&gt;you are granted her soft lips and warm mouth. indulge your mind says.&lt;br /&gt;and you do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kiss ends afew minutes later. you look into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;you see a radiance there as well as on her face. you smile shyly and say that you have to go.&lt;br /&gt;she nods her head and smiles back while pointing to her hp.&lt;br /&gt;"call me" - a silent gesture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile to yourself as you leave the place. Now that was surely something.&lt;br /&gt;opening up your handphone you text another girl.  "can we meet"&lt;br /&gt;"for a while" comes the quick reply.&lt;br /&gt;you head on down to her place. at the void deck. you enjoy the wind and gaze at the cars going by.&lt;br /&gt;she waves. looking as beautiful as ever. your resolve wavers. You hug her tightly as you smell her hair and she squeezes back. there is a ghost of your smile on your face. but she'll never see it.&lt;br /&gt;you pull back and gaze at her. Like you always have, like you always want to. you smile as you caress her cheek and her lips. cupping her face in your hands you look straight in her eye. falling into those wonderful depths. you kiss her lightly on her forehead and you step back. you smile yet again but the sadness surfaces. it will not be held down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you turn and walk away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-597325332029422932?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/597325332029422932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=597325332029422932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/597325332029422932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/597325332029422932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-different-world.html' title='in a different world'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-5518456050129219339</id><published>2010-03-14T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:08:33.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn</title><content type='html'>no no no no no no&lt;br /&gt;i shouldnt have done it&lt;br /&gt;damn! why couldnt i control myself.&lt;br /&gt;why why why&lt;br /&gt;oh no. should not give in to impulse&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR ZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;get yourself back together haris&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-5518456050129219339?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/5518456050129219339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=5518456050129219339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/5518456050129219339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/5518456050129219339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/03/damn.html' title='damn'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-8252595012732900586</id><published>2010-03-13T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:40:14.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a walk down the indian side</title><content type='html'>before i fell asleep yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i texted them that i wont be joining them for the movie&lt;br /&gt;obviously i wont enjoy it and i'll be wasting my cash on it&lt;br /&gt;its 10 bucks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 10.30am&lt;br /&gt;wanted to finish watching agnus, thongs and the perfect snogging&lt;br /&gt;but got a shock when i saw my sister at home.&lt;br /&gt;seems she doesnt have work today.&lt;br /&gt;damn it. asked them to but a ticket for me&lt;br /&gt;and rushed to the toilet to bathe change&lt;br /&gt;and i shot out of the house 15mins later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking good after 15mins of getting ready&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;it seems that the movie starts at 2.20&lt;br /&gt;and we were all assembled at yishun at 11.30.&lt;br /&gt;bloody early.&lt;br /&gt;kishaan said theres a 12pm show at the REX theatre&lt;br /&gt;so we cabbed down&lt;br /&gt;stuck in a jam on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;once the cab stopped, we practically ran to get the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its about time i should say that its a tamil movie&lt;br /&gt;me and tamil movies are worlds apart.&lt;br /&gt;the last one i saw in the theaters was when i was in sec 3&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i have no idea how to spell the title&lt;br /&gt;so i'll translate&lt;br /&gt;"will you cross the skies for me ?"&lt;br /&gt;i think its that. not too sure.&lt;br /&gt;i went in expecting to sleep halfway through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy was i wrong&lt;br /&gt;i was glued to the story line.&lt;br /&gt;movie was fcuking amazing and we fell for&lt;br /&gt;every single twist the director threw at us&lt;br /&gt;Damn. that That is what i call a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt a happy ending. but it was the perfect ending.&lt;br /&gt;simply because it was realistic. That is what you'd get in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to a Indian vegetarian restaurant&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me why we went there. but we did.&lt;br /&gt;laughed our ass out. screaming here and there.&lt;br /&gt;we created quite a scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but throughout we were making fun of the fake meat&lt;br /&gt;its FAKE MEAT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i was bloody unhappy, but hey it was our fault for going vege&lt;br /&gt;it was a great day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE FAKE MEAT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-8252595012732900586?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8252595012732900586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-5463417479727881048</id><published>2010-03-06T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T12:43:28.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at least one of us is happy now&lt;br /&gt;even though we started this together&lt;br /&gt;circumstances havent been that good to me i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading your posts put a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;hope you stay happy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-5463417479727881048?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/5463417479727881048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-3508050185654843326</id><published>2010-03-05T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:17:10.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i waited all along for your reply&lt;br /&gt;worrying about you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-3508050185654843326?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3508050185654843326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=3508050185654843326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-2632578241530599579?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2632578241530599579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=2632578241530599579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2632578241530599579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2632578241530599579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/03/got-to-say-it_03.html' title='got to say it'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-1347754972881630008</id><published>2010-03-01T17:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T17:41:05.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i should never have pushed so far&lt;br /&gt;in the end what did i truly achieve ?&lt;br /&gt;afew moments of over the top bliss&lt;br /&gt;followed by months of coldness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for me and my immature thoughts&lt;br /&gt;what was i playing at. convincing that love is worth chasing after&lt;br /&gt;i sought to change your opinions. i guess i succeeded you could say&lt;br /&gt;but now the tables have been turned on me. you were right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;and i knew you were right from the start. but i was foolish you see&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to test the waters. i wanted to see how well i could swim.&lt;br /&gt;i made it quite far. but now i'm out of my league. way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remain friends ? thats is really utter bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;things will become akward. thats for sure. its not you. its me. always have been.&lt;br /&gt;i just cant see you as a friend. not that you arent qualified. you are over qualified.&lt;br /&gt;i tried. i really tried. but its not working for me. i always slip up and the converstaions comes to a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted to ask was if we could meet up. but in the end i never got to ask that.&lt;br /&gt;i want to hold you and look into your eyes. to smile at you and feel cozy.&lt;br /&gt;to caress your face and smile to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it wont ever happen again.it never does. because you got down a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;and i keep missing my stop. i dont know what i'm doing. clueless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be on my own now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-1347754972881630008?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/1347754972881630008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=1347754972881630008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1347754972881630008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1347754972881630008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-should-never-have-pushed-so-far-in.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-3180841301426141208</id><published>2010-02-26T10:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T10:25:32.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well my sleeping habits have become rather erratic&lt;br /&gt;and i'm becoming a nocturnal creature.&lt;br /&gt;it would suit me well if i am able to nap during the daytime instead&lt;br /&gt;but somehow my body seems to have a mind on its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm wide awake after 2 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;which basically started at 4am and ended at 6am&lt;br /&gt;i just re-read and finished one of the novels at home&lt;br /&gt;its going to be a very long holiday for me&lt;br /&gt;if this sleep deprivation continues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was trying my very best to sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;believe me i tried. i statue-ed myself and chanted sleep&lt;br /&gt;in my head for an hour with my eyes closed.&lt;br /&gt;the next hour i changed position and counted sheeps&lt;br /&gt;seems it only makes others sleepy but kept me wide awake&lt;br /&gt;i went up to 2356 sheeps before i gave up.&lt;br /&gt;Should be innovative like Mr bean. Get myself a painting of sheeps.&lt;br /&gt;lots of them. just multiply the length and width of the frame.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully the area which will be the answer will put me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;who am i trying to fool here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways somewhere along the passage of time yesterday&lt;br /&gt;in my eternal quest of finding blissful sleep&lt;br /&gt;i remembered certain words that elude my better pronunciation&lt;br /&gt;though its been years and i'm well aware of what is their right pronunciation,&lt;br /&gt;i'm still found guilty of saying them wrongly. The famous words i call them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm remembered for my unique way of saying these words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHOLD THE FAMOUS WORDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proper term ----&gt; my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coca cola ----&gt; COCO cola&lt;br /&gt;Chili sauce ----&gt; Chili CHOS&lt;br /&gt;Authorized ----&gt; A-THOR-rised&lt;br /&gt;Deepavali ---&gt; DEEPALI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the ever famous word i can never spell&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many time its been corrected and taught to me&lt;br /&gt;sarcastic ---&gt; scarstic, sarcarstic, scarastic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, till the next post&lt;br /&gt;good day folks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-3180841301426141208?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3180841301426141208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=3180841301426141208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3180841301426141208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3180841301426141208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/02/well-my-sleeping-habits-have-become.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-2915306113660467299</id><published>2010-02-19T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T12:10:19.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anyway i had a dream yesterday night&lt;br /&gt;took me a long time to go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;but thats not the issue here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had completed my ns.&lt;br /&gt;and I didnt want to stay at our folks place&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt think i could afford to rent an apartment on my own&lt;br /&gt;so i talked to the hermanos and afiq and aslam were up for it&lt;br /&gt;we 3 wanted to leave our house badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went house hunting and found ourselves a good apartment&lt;br /&gt;it wasnt very big or posh. but it was cozy. and it was ours,&lt;br /&gt;as long as we paid our rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by then all 3 of us had our own bikes.&lt;br /&gt;cool shit. Mine was a scrambler. god i love that bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and aslam was working and doing private uni&lt;br /&gt;i was a staff nurse in some hospital and afiq was in NS&lt;br /&gt;most of the times it was only me and aslam.&lt;br /&gt;but we got to know each other so well during then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at nights during the rare times when all our&lt;br /&gt;schedules allowed us to be together,&lt;br /&gt;we chilled, smoked, went out and partied.&lt;br /&gt;yeah aslam included.&lt;br /&gt;we were living our own lives not tied down by parents&lt;br /&gt;it was orgasmic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and time flew by fast. and my 2years of experience gaining came to an end&lt;br /&gt;and the CPF had also been paid finished to my folks.&lt;br /&gt;i immediately resigned and started to pack my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i was 24plus already. it was my dream age&lt;br /&gt;the age i promised myself i'll leave singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days in singapore was fun.&lt;br /&gt;we partied. met with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;said my goodbyes to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the happiest day came.&lt;br /&gt;departure day. with friends sending to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;having a roaring good time while waiting for the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i sat on the plane&lt;br /&gt;looking out of the window&lt;br /&gt;i never felt so free in my life&lt;br /&gt;and every step i take&lt;br /&gt;will carve my future forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first i must go to that one location&lt;br /&gt;surprise was due. and it was making me very nervous&lt;br /&gt;How will the reaction be&lt;br /&gt;when the door is opened,&lt;br /&gt;and i'm standing at the doorstep ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-2915306113660467299?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-3965101220183682562</id><published>2010-02-19T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:49:04.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dreams are my stronghold&lt;br /&gt;they are the safest place at night&lt;br /&gt;well for most of the nights that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its for a very simple reason&lt;br /&gt;my dreams are all so childish&lt;br /&gt;its filled with cartoon,movies,shows&lt;br /&gt;all based on fiction&lt;br /&gt;heck even got powerpuff debut from time to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm constantly thinking or daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;if i'm looking at you intently&lt;br /&gt;half the time i aint even looking at you&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking beyond you&lt;br /&gt;where my thoughts are manifesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats one this i like about myself&lt;br /&gt;i can conjure up solid images in my head&lt;br /&gt;with exact detail. its like you are really looking at the real person&lt;br /&gt;but its just a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to play with this all the time&lt;br /&gt;inventing scenarios in my head.&lt;br /&gt;it keeps me entertained :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-3965101220183682562?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3965101220183682562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=3965101220183682562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3965101220183682562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3965101220183682562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-dreams-are-my-stronghold-they-are.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-6035627905628453036</id><published>2010-02-16T14:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T14:45:28.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he was always mysterious to him&lt;br /&gt;i knew him well at the same time i dont know him&lt;br /&gt;his governed by his morals same as me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are both irrational&lt;br /&gt;we live in the heat of it all.&lt;br /&gt;we dont plan anything&lt;br /&gt;we sometimes plan&lt;br /&gt;but we expect it to fail beautifully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dont proceed in a straight line&lt;br /&gt;if you scribble out a piece of paper  making incoherent loops and circles&lt;br /&gt;that will be the summary of our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm smarter then him&lt;br /&gt;that gives me an edge i suppose. he is all about emotion&lt;br /&gt;while i rationalise but still follow emotion just as strongly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is still undecided on how to proceed in this matter&lt;br /&gt;but as the brainer one, i have already decided&lt;br /&gt;i cant be shaken again and again&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a rag doll.&lt;br /&gt;he can be in that position for all he wants.&lt;br /&gt;but no i dont want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life is a game then i'll play it beautifully to my abilities&lt;br /&gt;he can be stuck in the past while i move on into the future&lt;br /&gt;if you have to be cold to save yourself do it&lt;br /&gt;i can do that. he cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall carve this path for him.&lt;br /&gt;in time i know he will.&lt;br /&gt;his still caught up too deep in despair&lt;br /&gt;i know. i can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;after all i've known him for oh so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calm down buddy.&lt;br /&gt;i'll pull you through this.&lt;br /&gt;we have so much to achieve together&lt;br /&gt;we will ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-6035627905628453036?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/6035627905628453036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=6035627905628453036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/6035627905628453036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/6035627905628453036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-was-always-mysterious-to-him-i-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-7192901226143247109</id><published>2010-02-10T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T21:10:57.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>i need a good nights sleep&lt;br /&gt;i dont need any more nightmares&lt;br /&gt;i need to rest my head&lt;br /&gt;its been on overdrive lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been wasting my days at emart&lt;br /&gt;and aceing my re-tests and class test&lt;br /&gt;i've been wasting my intelligence&lt;br /&gt;i should have just done it well the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be great if i didnt know anyone for a few days&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to be alone and chill at some corner puffing away&lt;br /&gt;but i cant seem to be able to do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what you having ?"&lt;br /&gt;"where you going?"&lt;br /&gt;"why so far?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions tie me down&lt;br /&gt;and i end up rotting at emart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for sat and sun to come&lt;br /&gt;working at farmart&lt;br /&gt;it would be just me and silence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-7192901226143247109?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-130551143962646422</id><published>2010-02-09T17:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:14:59.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair</title><content type='html'>so i was at home&lt;br /&gt;watching anime and watching movie&lt;br /&gt;simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;watch movie. pause. watch anime. pause. continue movie.pause&lt;br /&gt;you get the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly i didnt like my hair&lt;br /&gt;i cut it botak like in last year november&lt;br /&gt;and it grew to this&lt;br /&gt;untidy/messy/neat kinda think&lt;br /&gt;which actually suited my face.&lt;br /&gt;amazing uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i wanted to do something drastic&lt;br /&gt;like try out a new style that i've yet to cut my hair into&lt;br /&gt;so yeah&lt;br /&gt;the 1st thing that came into my mind was mohawk&lt;br /&gt;but school would anal me if i shaved the sides.&lt;br /&gt;so why not try a mohawk without shaving the sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus i ended going to the saloon&lt;br /&gt;not bad i should say&lt;br /&gt;i like the way it feels now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-130551143962646422?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/130551143962646422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=130551143962646422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/130551143962646422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/130551143962646422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/02/hair.html' title='hair'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-5573796106291029433</id><published>2010-02-07T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:44:49.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eating habbits</title><content type='html'>ok this post is for you out there&lt;br /&gt;those people who think i dont eat&lt;br /&gt;that i skip my meals and want to remain skinny&lt;br /&gt;because i'm anorexic  or smth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my meal menue for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breakfast&lt;/span&gt;-burger @ 11.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;- biryani @ 2.30&lt;br /&gt;beef prosperity burger @ 4.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt;- 1 pkt meegoreng @ 6.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and idk what crap all i ate in between every meal&lt;br /&gt;and @ 7.43 which is now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you guys belief now that i just have super high metabolism&lt;br /&gt;and fcuk thyroid disorder. i dont have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-5573796106291029433?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/5573796106291029433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=5573796106291029433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/5573796106291029433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/5573796106291029433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/02/eating-habbits.html' title='eating habbits'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-4324636487156821383</id><published>2010-02-06T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T15:20:39.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can see through it ya know&lt;br /&gt;no matter how well you hide it&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you arent that better off then me&lt;br /&gt;so stop acting like you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt so sure at the begining&lt;br /&gt;but the more i think of it&lt;br /&gt;the more examples i see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its good to show it&lt;br /&gt;but who the hell am i kidding&lt;br /&gt;i'm hiding the extend of this myself&lt;br /&gt;just so you know&lt;br /&gt;i know you are still caught up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-4324636487156821383?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/4324636487156821383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=4324636487156821383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/4324636487156821383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/4324636487156821383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-can-see-through-it-ya-know-no-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-1681671796997507520</id><published>2010-02-02T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:55:41.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bonding camp</title><content type='html'>alright&lt;br /&gt;camps over&lt;br /&gt;we fcuking raised hell&lt;br /&gt;had tons of fun&lt;br /&gt;met tons of cool folks&lt;br /&gt;got ourselves famous&lt;br /&gt;smoked like no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;nearly had fights breaking out&lt;br /&gt;played no laughing until we nearly died keeping it in&lt;br /&gt;disturbed each other to no end&lt;br /&gt;slept like pigs&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed like kings in the loft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next up : FOC&lt;br /&gt;hell is just around the corner freshmen (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-1681671796997507520?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/1681671796997507520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=1681671796997507520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1681671796997507520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1681671796997507520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/02/bonding-camp.html' title='bonding camp'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-8804024956965552890</id><published>2010-01-30T05:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T05:46:30.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>camp</title><content type='html'>Currently staying at the loft&lt;br /&gt;Its HS bonding camp.&lt;br /&gt;a camp in which i'm the party crasher with nizam and dev&lt;br /&gt;we've been raising hell so far&lt;br /&gt;so totally awesome&lt;br /&gt;and i get to stay away from home for 2nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about you alot&lt;br /&gt;and though we havent become as close yet&lt;br /&gt;yet because i'll see through it that we are close again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think of you all the time&lt;br /&gt;almost everything sparks your memory&lt;br /&gt;and i'm smiling as i sit and type this&lt;br /&gt;you are still the most important person in my life&lt;br /&gt;surely you'll say another girl in the future will be better than you&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;But what ever happens, i'll still cherish you&lt;br /&gt;and the moments spent with you&lt;br /&gt;i'll seal them safe in me.&lt;br /&gt;for future referencing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i forget the only person i ever bothered to open up to&lt;br /&gt;and the only person i'm crazy about&lt;br /&gt;you'll know its you when you read this&lt;br /&gt;hope it puts a smile on you&lt;br /&gt;as this did for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i love you babe (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-8804024956965552890?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-7862188509188909999</id><published>2010-01-27T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:16:50.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm the product of your sexual activities&lt;br /&gt;maybe it was accidental&lt;br /&gt;i seriously cant be bothered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm your son. sadly.pathetically.&lt;br /&gt;i'm born to you.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont belong to you.&lt;br /&gt;my conscience, morals and heck even my soul is mine.&lt;br /&gt;it has haris written all over it.&lt;br /&gt;you dictate my life. and you are the god of it.&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes that is.&lt;br /&gt;you dont have a bloody clue on what goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm nothing like you.&lt;br /&gt;you dont walk in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;dont claim to know me.&lt;br /&gt;dont push your ideals on me&lt;br /&gt;i'm haris not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the older i grow.&lt;br /&gt;you shouldnt restrict me.&lt;br /&gt;thats a very bad move dude.&lt;br /&gt;checkmates on you.&lt;br /&gt;it might take a few years.&lt;br /&gt;but when its my turn to play the cards&lt;br /&gt;its going to come down in one hell of a fashion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so count your days mate&lt;br /&gt;my time to play is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;that is if you are still alive to see my game&lt;br /&gt;its a pity that your days are numbered and you are growing older&lt;br /&gt;but mine on the other hand has just begun sucker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-7862188509188909999?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7862188509188909999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-8790011589046846233</id><published>2010-01-23T07:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T07:55:21.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so far this is the bloody routine of my life&lt;br /&gt;wake up use com for a while go school&lt;br /&gt;attend all the fcuking lesson than slack at emart(stoning)&lt;br /&gt;around 6 plus everyone will be too damned sick of emart&lt;br /&gt;and will start leaving for home. me included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reach home, do the necessities, go youtube watch japanese shows&lt;br /&gt;laugh my ass out then go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;day in and day out. wtf right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FMF( fcuk my family-parents)&lt;br /&gt;they are literally screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;i'm 19 and my sis is 21.&lt;br /&gt;they treat us like 12 and 14 ?&lt;br /&gt;fighting back or defying is no use&lt;br /&gt;because they'll simply kick me out of the house and disown me.&lt;br /&gt;they are serious about that. they will literally severe all ties.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a tenant of this house to me. a freeloading tenant.&lt;br /&gt;i dont have any ties to my parents. i hate seeing them and talking to them&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to move out of this house and move out of singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i had enough with girls&lt;br /&gt;its damn troublesome to chase&lt;br /&gt;even though i got nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to make this my past time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and where did you go ? havent seen you in ages&lt;br /&gt;just randomly meeting up and slacking would be nice once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;or even just looking at you would be nice as well. Hope you are doing good.&lt;br /&gt;i miss ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-8790011589046846233?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8790011589046846233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=8790011589046846233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8790011589046846233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8790011589046846233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-far-this-is-bloody-routine-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-1823860687470688170</id><published>2010-01-17T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T12:02:48.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hangover</title><content type='html'>so it was the 15th of jan&lt;br /&gt;hs party day&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had it all planned out&lt;br /&gt;drink alill. have fun at the party&lt;br /&gt;then continue drinking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however i poured myself a lil too much&lt;br /&gt;and ended up getting drunk&lt;br /&gt;spent my night puking and sitting down&lt;br /&gt;thankfully when i get drunk i dont talk&lt;br /&gt;i just want to sit down and chill.&lt;br /&gt;must thank my bitch,afiq for taking care of me&lt;br /&gt;thanks dude. owe you one (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashed at lloyds house for the night&lt;br /&gt;and went to school in the morning&lt;br /&gt;no manners sia&lt;br /&gt;have to go remedial class when having hangover&lt;br /&gt;very grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;my bloody head was killing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent my afternoon talking to you on msn&lt;br /&gt;it was kind of nice. just like how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;thank god i live far away (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what was nicer was the texts at night&lt;br /&gt;they really put a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;its been quite some time since we even texted for that long&lt;br /&gt;and as usual you falling asleep before me is normal now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a good day even though my body was literally suffering 200%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-5100526513762296175</id><published>2010-01-12T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:46:02.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 jan 2010</title><content type='html'>i was very grumpy from the moment i woke up&lt;br /&gt;pissed off more like&lt;br /&gt;i really didnt want this day to come&lt;br /&gt;and damn&lt;br /&gt;here it was&lt;br /&gt;my god damn fcuking birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lied to my parents that friends asked me out&lt;br /&gt;to ecp. but acually i was going there alone&lt;br /&gt;planned for some time to celebrate this day by myself&lt;br /&gt;some alone time ya know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went there at noon and it was fcuking hot&lt;br /&gt;rented a bike and went to a remote corner to ecp&lt;br /&gt;where the beach nearly ends and its roadway to changi&lt;br /&gt;sat at a nice shady spot on the bench&lt;br /&gt;and was watching the waves crash ashore letting my mind wander&lt;br /&gt;and obviously smoking tons and tons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than i decided to lie down and just enjoy nature&lt;br /&gt;i closed my eyes and ended up waking 45mins later&lt;br /&gt;power nap. due to the late night sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than continued cycling and i braved myself&lt;br /&gt;and texted aly if i could meet up with her&lt;br /&gt;self treat ya know&lt;br /&gt;my birthday afterall (:&lt;br /&gt;well what ya know she was free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(travelled from ecp to woodlands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with my heart pounding frantically&lt;br /&gt;i said hi to hanan and aly&lt;br /&gt;and made some small talk.&lt;br /&gt;didnt say anything just listened to them talk&lt;br /&gt;my mind was elsewhere just like at ecp&lt;br /&gt;left around 8 to meet the hermanos at the D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew they would do something so i purposely came late&lt;br /&gt;give them time to prepare&lt;br /&gt;i've just done too many surprising so i'm aware that somethings up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they "surprised" me with a cake&lt;br /&gt;eat smoke chat went back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the night&lt;br /&gt;was texting aly&lt;br /&gt;most of the time i'm the wise guy&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i behave really stupidly&lt;br /&gt;even though i know the facts&lt;br /&gt;i wont accept&lt;br /&gt;childish and stubborn like a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i like to close myself&lt;br /&gt;its easier for me&lt;br /&gt;but i miss the old times&lt;br /&gt;so got to make the effort to restore that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue walking . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-5100526513762296175?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-574960835585737593</id><published>2010-01-10T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T11:29:06.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 year older&lt;br /&gt;haiz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-574960835585737593?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/574960835585737593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=574960835585737593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/574960835585737593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/574960835585737593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-year-older-haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-7733228606570808227</id><published>2010-01-03T12:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:16:46.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tomorrow is 4th of january&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not talking about school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-period-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-7733228606570808227?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7733228606570808227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=7733228606570808227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/7733228606570808227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/7733228606570808227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2010/01/tomorrow-is-4th-of-january-and-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-6658630655946268708</id><published>2010-01-01T17:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T17:38:18.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after watching one of the best animes&lt;br /&gt;according to me. i've decided to compile a list of my favourites&lt;br /&gt;most of these animes fall under the genre of :highschool/romance/comedy/slice of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this combination of genre is my favourite&lt;br /&gt;as for those who think anime is childish&lt;br /&gt;take a time off watch a good one&lt;br /&gt;it will change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clannad&lt;br /&gt;myself yourself&lt;br /&gt;chobits&lt;br /&gt;love hina&lt;br /&gt;school days&lt;br /&gt;kimikiss pure rouge&lt;br /&gt;hatsukoi limited&lt;br /&gt;hellsing&lt;br /&gt;the melancholy of haruhi suzumiya&lt;br /&gt;rurouini kenshin ( samurai x)&lt;br /&gt;vandread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only remember this much. but i will keep updating this list.&lt;br /&gt;so when i grow up. i can rewatch them whenever i feel like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chia-anime.com/category/ayashi-no-ceres"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-6658630655946268708?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/6658630655946268708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-5444203094360325787</id><published>2010-01-01T11:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T11:59:29.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2010&lt;br /&gt;10 days to my birthday&lt;br /&gt;i still havent decided what to do and where to go&lt;br /&gt;damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attachments over&lt;br /&gt;schools going to start&lt;br /&gt;more projects&lt;br /&gt;more homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 is going to be a bitch year for me&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;2010 is only about 2 things&lt;br /&gt;year 3 and start of PRCP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that&lt;br /&gt;lets just get on with the damn year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-5444203094360325787?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-2193766129012675834</id><published>2009-12-27T12:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:06:58.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iris</title><content type='html'>i love the song&lt;br /&gt;and the video&lt;br /&gt;and the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and damn i'm seriously bored&lt;br /&gt;ROAR !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking if i should spend the night out&lt;br /&gt;after the countdown.&lt;br /&gt;kicking back and drinking on new year seems&lt;br /&gt;inviting. to start 2010 with a bottle in hand&lt;br /&gt;now isnt that something lads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya. i'm turning 19 soon&lt;br /&gt;and this is my wishlist for my 19th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not wish me&lt;br /&gt;Do not buy me presents&lt;br /&gt;Do not think of celebrating it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i seriously want to treat it as a normal day&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-2193766129012675834?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2193766129012675834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=2193766129012675834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2193766129012675834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2193766129012675834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/12/iris.html' title='iris'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-485321554490273036</id><published>2009-12-24T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T17:58:01.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iris</title><content type='html'>i made a promise to you&lt;br /&gt;a long time ago&lt;br /&gt;i wont be like the others&lt;br /&gt;you wont hurt me&lt;br /&gt;i wont disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night&lt;br /&gt;it all came back to me&lt;br /&gt;last night&lt;br /&gt;i realized something&lt;br /&gt;last night&lt;br /&gt;was a really long night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was always inevitable&lt;br /&gt;but i still got lucky&lt;br /&gt;i changed the odds&lt;br /&gt;i did the impossible&lt;br /&gt;i let you in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time spent was short&lt;br /&gt;but it was still time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be my babe&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be my love&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be the one&lt;br /&gt;who knows me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll stay&lt;br /&gt;i'll be your friend&lt;br /&gt;but most of all&lt;br /&gt;i pray with all my heart&lt;br /&gt;i'll be the reason for your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cry&lt;/span&gt; because its over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt; because it happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you i will alyssa (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-485321554490273036?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-2085966713708482968</id><published>2009-12-18T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T19:40:08.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lifepaths</title><content type='html'>so 2 weeks are down&lt;br /&gt;left 2 more weeks to go&lt;br /&gt;and this 2 more weeks&lt;br /&gt;is going to be much more stressful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nvm its just 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;and then life would be so much easier&lt;br /&gt;or would it&lt;br /&gt;seeing the amount of school work lined up&lt;br /&gt;is such a serious turn off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then year 3 would come&lt;br /&gt;and during that the dreaded day would come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that its ns&lt;br /&gt;and after that its work&lt;br /&gt;another 2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that i'd disappear to most&lt;br /&gt;but to some they'll always know where to find me&lt;br /&gt;with that.&lt;br /&gt;good night and good bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-2085966713708482968?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2085966713708482968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=2085966713708482968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2085966713708482968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2085966713708482968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/12/lifepaths.html' title='lifepaths'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-7559819030325801737</id><published>2009-12-12T18:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:09:06.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>distance apart</title><content type='html'>i seriously hate it when its times like these&lt;br /&gt;conflicting times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are too busy. i am too free&lt;br /&gt;and these past few days have been&lt;br /&gt;as extraordinary as they are&lt;br /&gt;happy days for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;I swear these CTs are a bitch&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 month is freaking long.&lt;br /&gt;like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;but what to do.&lt;br /&gt;at least you'll be having fun&lt;br /&gt;after you really mugged for 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you well for CTs&lt;br /&gt;i wish you a safe trip&lt;br /&gt;i wish you'd have more fun then you imagined (:&lt;br /&gt;must be some level of fun eh ? ",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea when you'd be free&lt;br /&gt;so its best i dont bother you for the time being&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK and as always GANBATE (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-7559819030325801737?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7559819030325801737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=7559819030325801737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/7559819030325801737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/7559819030325801737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/12/distance-apart.html' title='distance apart'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-8705592687911249059</id><published>2009-12-08T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:26:11.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bukit timah hike</title><content type='html'>so i was utterly bored and dying at home&lt;br /&gt;even chatting with aly&lt;br /&gt;didnt seem to keep me entertained enough&lt;br /&gt;and i needed a release asap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have crazy moodswing&lt;br /&gt;and excess energy doesnt help at all&lt;br /&gt;staying too long at a place is very bad for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to go for a hike&lt;br /&gt;and asked those who are free&lt;br /&gt;arvin didnt reply&lt;br /&gt;and afiq had to go for work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i waited until i stuffed myself with lunch&lt;br /&gt;and geared myself up&lt;br /&gt;nike style (:&lt;br /&gt;top and shoes only.&lt;br /&gt;decided to wear tights underneath shorts&lt;br /&gt;as they are more comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i set off with my backpack&lt;br /&gt;walked from my house to petir when afiq called.&lt;br /&gt;so decided to wait for him for awhile&lt;br /&gt;then when he came walked with him until dairy farm there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i had no idea how to go to bukit timah?&lt;br /&gt;haha. yeah i was clueless but i still wanted to go there somehow&lt;br /&gt;when i parted with that bugger i told him&lt;br /&gt;if you dont hear from me call the police.&lt;br /&gt;i might be dead somewhere in bukit timah hill.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. hiking alone what. anything can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i saw this forested area&lt;br /&gt;and tried to enter.&lt;br /&gt;but alas no opening was found so i continued walking&lt;br /&gt;and guess where i ended up.&lt;br /&gt;at salvation army there. FAR SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;there was an entrance to DAIRY FARM PARK&lt;br /&gt;so i went there.&lt;br /&gt;gazed at the map for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;and found out it was connected to TIMAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucess babe! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i took the cycling trail.&lt;br /&gt;pathways are for pussies!&lt;br /&gt;and i treked here and there up and down.&lt;br /&gt;thought i was lost a couple of times&lt;br /&gt;but somehow i was on the right route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monitor lizards of various sizes, cute squirrels, colourful butterflies&lt;br /&gt;huge ass trees.&lt;br /&gt;best part was it was damn empty and quiet.&lt;br /&gt;no humans. just the way i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after like 45mins on the cyclist trail&lt;br /&gt;mind you the trail is super fun.&lt;br /&gt;jump here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found myself at a carpark&lt;br /&gt;LO and BEHOLD&lt;br /&gt;on my left was BUKIT TIMAH NATURE RESERVE&lt;br /&gt;took my first sip of the hike and quenched my thirst&lt;br /&gt;lighted up 1 winston and enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;after that went to the exbition centre which showed the animals&lt;br /&gt;that used to and still roam there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there used to be tigers in bukit timah hill&lt;br /&gt;but the last one was shot down in 1930&lt;br /&gt;bummer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that walked up this mega slope that is FCUKING steep&lt;br /&gt;mine you. my calf was starting to burn&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a long distance runner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then took the staircase to heaven&lt;br /&gt;huge staircase at that&lt;br /&gt;and i'll let the pics do the talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sx4nuJPeb9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/DHQsT__eAZg/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sx4nuJPeb9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/DHQsT__eAZg/s320/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412807475854208978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sx4nuQ_bBDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/B4l6JOwgagM/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sx4nuQ_bBDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/B4l6JOwgagM/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412807477934359602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sx4nui3HlqI/AAAAAAAAAco/hAj2rqdFD00/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sx4nui3HlqI/AAAAAAAAAco/hAj2rqdFD00/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412807482731370146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sx4nvN5OqZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/URV1QorNYBk/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sx4nvN5OqZI/AAAAAAAAAcw/URV1QorNYBk/s320/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412807494282946962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sx4nvQllxTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/xihRkFZRaDM/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sx4nvQllxTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/xihRkFZRaDM/s320/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412807495005881650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there. i enjoyed another winston and had fun in the summit.&lt;br /&gt;after that decided to take another trail back&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt check the map this time.&lt;br /&gt;accidentally took a loop and ended up in the summit again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damn the loop&lt;br /&gt;its freaking dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;the only people i saw were the real deal hikers&lt;br /&gt;they had this stick that they used to poke the ground for balance&lt;br /&gt;the loop was that treacherous&lt;br /&gt;and here i was jumping down the roots&lt;br /&gt;if i slipped its a long way down folks.&lt;br /&gt;because there are no railings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by this time my legs were freaking weak&lt;br /&gt;and i had enough for a day.&lt;br /&gt;so i exited bukit timah from how i entered and walked to the road&lt;br /&gt;saw a troop of monkeys grooming each other&lt;br /&gt;ubber cute&lt;br /&gt;they just looked at me and groomed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;when i hit the main road. i got a shock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was freaking near AL-AZHAR there.&lt;br /&gt;COURTS was infront of me.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;lighted up another of those glorious winston&lt;br /&gt;and took 67 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say&lt;br /&gt;a day well spent (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-8705592687911249059?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8705592687911249059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=8705592687911249059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8705592687911249059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8705592687911249059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/12/bukit-timah-hike.html' title='bukit timah hike'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sx4nuJPeb9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/DHQsT__eAZg/s72-c/Image012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-2066856299780767698</id><published>2009-12-04T09:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T09:34:35.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you stay ?</title><content type='html'>i had a really weird/nice dream yesterday&lt;br /&gt;its like sianned then sad than hope and then happiness&lt;br /&gt;what a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 4 part drama in a single dream. Like the seasonal changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it really look that cute to others? I'm not too sure&lt;br /&gt;But the way she behaves really does look adorable to me&lt;br /&gt;when shes not angry obviously. She like a bundle of joy that i dont wanna lose&lt;br /&gt;and we are only real enough to ourselves. I cant be the guy with all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;i gave up on that along time ago. everyone has to work it out by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;but i can always be her listening ear. i'm very good at that.&lt;br /&gt;she knows me the best. and it will stay that way even if she leave. I'm not letting anyone through. she'll be the only one who'll ever truly know me&lt;br /&gt;Even if we are separated by people. i will always look at her.&lt;br /&gt;because every time i look at her, my mind only asks me 1 question.&lt;br /&gt;"who the fcuk is she ?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes just my type of girl. and shes exactly how i'd like girls to be.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm seriously in love with her. And i happy enough she accepts me&lt;br /&gt;and my crazy personality. my only wish is that i could have asked her sooner&lt;br /&gt;so that i would have more time to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you know its true,everything i do, i do it for you (: "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you dear&lt;br /&gt;happy 1st month&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-2066856299780767698?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2066856299780767698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=2066856299780767698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2066856299780767698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2066856299780767698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/12/will-you-stay.html' title='will you stay ?'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-3485460795204129581</id><published>2009-12-02T17:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:50:09.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored much</title><content type='html'>well a morning paper&lt;br /&gt;and nothing much done after that&lt;br /&gt;just a 1hour gym session&lt;br /&gt;and i'm back at home so early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifes a bitch when this happens&lt;br /&gt;and shes playing mind games with me&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when that happens&lt;br /&gt;but i love it at the same time&lt;br /&gt;so intriguing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to nature spots&lt;br /&gt;or crash on a nice novel&lt;br /&gt;anything to keep me occupied&lt;br /&gt;thus this blog post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in too deep&lt;br /&gt;going back isnt even an option&lt;br /&gt;but then again it never was.&lt;br /&gt;the date is fast approaching&lt;br /&gt;how time flies when you arent counting every single day&lt;br /&gt;and another date is approaching as well&lt;br /&gt;but when school reopens we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;just nice for another celebration for our union&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say we are young&lt;br /&gt;and we dont see the truth in things&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes when someone comes into you&lt;br /&gt;they cant be replaced forever&lt;br /&gt;because you'll be searching for that someone in everyone&lt;br /&gt;treasure your teen years&lt;br /&gt;because my friends.&lt;br /&gt;they are the true golden years&lt;br /&gt;fcuk what the oldies say&lt;br /&gt;they are lying and they know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay young&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-3485460795204129581?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3485460795204129581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=3485460795204129581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3485460795204129581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3485460795204129581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/12/bored-much.html' title='bored much'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-4099055743385396650</id><published>2009-11-28T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:08:15.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farmart escapades</title><content type='html'>With a tight schedule this week&lt;br /&gt;i have happily cleared  everything that need to be cleared&lt;br /&gt;even though some were seriously overdue work&lt;br /&gt;but still its done&lt;br /&gt;thats the icing right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday night was spent working at farmart.&lt;br /&gt;in my rush to leave the house i forgot to bring my cash&lt;br /&gt;and even more importantly i forgot to bring the farmart TEE&lt;br /&gt;but noone there cares as well. so i just called my dad and told him.&lt;br /&gt;Hes like no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched flushed away. while waiting for ganesan to come.&lt;br /&gt;and he came around 10 plus looking like a bull just out from a shower&lt;br /&gt;turns out he cycled all the way there on a bike with no gears,faulty brakes&lt;br /&gt;and a flat back tire.&lt;br /&gt;amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opened up the packed biryani rice from home&lt;br /&gt;was laughing away and eating as we exchanged priceless jokes&lt;br /&gt;then somehow we managed to tap into a wireless network&lt;br /&gt;as he brought his lappy along and we watched you got served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome dance movie. the moves are to die for.&lt;br /&gt;sadly i have as much flexibility as a twig.&lt;br /&gt;haiz (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time to call aly (:&lt;br /&gt;best part of the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;even though it just for an hour&lt;br /&gt;its definitly not enough&lt;br /&gt;but its still the best thing that happened last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her hp hanged again.&lt;br /&gt;sadded.&lt;br /&gt;me and gan went to our chillax spot and smoked a couple&lt;br /&gt;then went back up to watch another movie ring of death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that it was 3 hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;and time to do miscellaneous stuff&lt;br /&gt;and hitched a ride on ganesan's beat up bike.&lt;br /&gt;my ass hurts. it was that bad.&lt;br /&gt;took 975 back. slept at 9am-4pm.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still very2 sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week is CT.&lt;br /&gt;good luck to myself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escapades&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-4099055743385396650?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-7605272120876795449</id><published>2009-11-18T06:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T07:03:51.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weeksary</title><content type='html'>so as i sit down here and wonder what to type&lt;br /&gt;only one thing keeps popping in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;today marks the 2nd week of out r's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS ONLY FCUKING THE 2ND WEEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like 1month plus.&lt;br /&gt;and i've only known her for 9months.&lt;br /&gt;but in these 9 months. its like we spent&lt;br /&gt;years as friends. thats how easily we clicked&lt;br /&gt;and how truly comfortable we are in each&lt;br /&gt;others presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is etched in my head. where she will stay even&lt;br /&gt;in the ruins of the aftermath. and it surely will come to pass as each day&lt;br /&gt;ticks away. soon it will be that much dreaded time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lets not dwell in unchangeable facts when theres&lt;br /&gt;much happiness to dive into.&lt;br /&gt;2012 was boring. BUT its the fact that is just our 2nd movie.&lt;br /&gt;its seriously hilarious. known her for so long and only watch 2 movies.&lt;br /&gt;my friends finally got to see her and she my friends&lt;br /&gt;glad it went smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then spent some time with her&lt;br /&gt;before it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;wish had more time though (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers to the korean drama that&lt;br /&gt;has been the 9 months of chasing aly&lt;br /&gt;and lots of affection to my favourite lady in the world.&lt;br /&gt;The day you said yes, you started a beautiful thing (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-7605272120876795449?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7605272120876795449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-1729101937826508079</id><published>2009-11-15T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T10:42:17.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well what can i say ?&lt;br /&gt;schools a bitch and thats for sure&lt;br /&gt;with a 1k word limit on a research paper&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to think that nursing is more fcuked up than before&lt;br /&gt;but still i love that course because when everyone was against it&lt;br /&gt;i begged to differ and i'm doing quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and life with aly is just what i thought it would be&lt;br /&gt;very different from the normal type of r's&lt;br /&gt;but still every fun bit is still present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hamid birthday is coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday we met up after so long&lt;br /&gt;and we chilled. share stories.&lt;br /&gt;catch up on some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and as usual we smoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard toms about paranormal activity and i wanna watch it asap.&lt;br /&gt;even ganesan was disturbed for 1 week&lt;br /&gt;that means the movie is really scary.&lt;br /&gt;P.A. anyone ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-1729101937826508079?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/1729101937826508079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=1729101937826508079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1729101937826508079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;that arent really yours to answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when people around you is suffeing&lt;br /&gt;and you cant really do anything&lt;br /&gt;but comfort the person without words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you are like me&lt;br /&gt;cant really express your emotions&lt;br /&gt;and always having the same few expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt even feeling anything&lt;br /&gt;i was just anlayzing the situation&lt;br /&gt;like a robot.&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats what i am&lt;br /&gt;a robot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because its just a failure to react&lt;br /&gt;to comfort to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i couldnt ease your pain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-541741987020454261?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-1421372713459490844</id><published>2009-11-06T10:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:08:42.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smitten by alyssa</title><content type='html'>so today is officially the 2nd day&lt;br /&gt;of being in a relationship with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALYSSA MADJELISI !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god knows how happy i've been&lt;br /&gt;i dont think happy is the right word&lt;br /&gt;more like cloud 9 ???&lt;br /&gt;that seems more appropriate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still have yet to wrap the idea&lt;br /&gt;that she is my beloved GF.&lt;br /&gt;its like i'm dreaming ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things have happened&lt;br /&gt;and i never imagined&lt;br /&gt;there'd be a happy beginning for me,us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm smiling even as i type this&lt;br /&gt;i'm screwed up :)&lt;br /&gt;and this time round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it will last. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-1421372713459490844?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/1421372713459490844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=1421372713459490844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1421372713459490844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/1421372713459490844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/11/smitten-by-alyssa.html' title='smitten by alyssa'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-2256033265561802419</id><published>2009-11-03T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:32:34.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone like you</title><content type='html'>I actually did it.&lt;br /&gt;9 months of waiting and i actually got the balls to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say.&lt;br /&gt;i feel damn proud.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt have done it any better.&lt;br /&gt;it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;exactly the way i intended it to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giving her a bouquet&lt;br /&gt;reading a poem&lt;br /&gt;( written by me )&lt;br /&gt;i never knew i would actually take effort to do all this.&lt;br /&gt;but shes special to me&lt;br /&gt;and i wanted it to be special to her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing the smile on her face was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;its imprinted in my head.&lt;br /&gt;and her reactions were a class act.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;so what did she say ???&lt;br /&gt;thats the question on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;she said wait afew days.&lt;br /&gt;i know you guys will be like damned.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for me its ok. i've actually waited for 9 months&lt;br /&gt;afew days is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this happened in sunday on the 1st of novemember.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what happened yesterday and the wee hours of this morning are even better still.&lt;br /&gt;when ever she says ahem* i'm over the moon. every darn single time.&lt;br /&gt;and its hard for her to say it. but she still does. so its HEAVENLY feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought i was in love before. judging by what i've been feeling with her.&lt;br /&gt;i hereby conclude what i felt before was not love.&lt;br /&gt;its said love is a very powerful emotion.&lt;br /&gt;now i understand the meaning of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you alyssa :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-2256033265561802419?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/2256033265561802419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=2256033265561802419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2256033265561802419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/2256033265561802419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/11/someone-like-you.html' title='someone like you'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-993828785588089284</id><published>2009-10-31T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:06:36.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate being confused about my own thoughts&lt;br /&gt;very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;usually i have no trouble figuring out myself&lt;br /&gt;but this past few days have been torturous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should leave the whole matter to rest&lt;br /&gt;and not care about it&lt;br /&gt;but i cant seem to help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to lose control now&lt;br /&gt;drink as much&lt;br /&gt;smoke as much&lt;br /&gt;go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it wont help.&lt;br /&gt;it never does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have waited for this long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-993828785588089284?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/993828785588089284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=993828785588089284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/993828785588089284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/993828785588089284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-being-confused-about-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-253977619081765463</id><published>2009-10-26T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:47:52.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>i'm back to school&lt;br /&gt;back again. and 2.1 is darn stressful&lt;br /&gt;i'm saying it but i aint feeling it yet&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much has happened&lt;br /&gt; and to that someone&lt;br /&gt;i never meant to hurt you so much&lt;br /&gt;i always thought i could treat you SO much better&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i still made you cry&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;there just wasnt the "it" factor.&lt;br /&gt;the ugly truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to others;particularly 1.&lt;br /&gt;you claim you trusted me. respected me.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how you saw me that highly in the first place&lt;br /&gt;because you never knew me. not even once.&lt;br /&gt;and thats the fact my friend.&lt;br /&gt;any tom dick and harry can advice,empathize or sympathize.&lt;br /&gt;its textbook answers. you dont have to be a perfect gentleman to do all that&lt;br /&gt;and i never am i. and never will be.&lt;br /&gt;i'm the scum of the earth. i swear. i just dont show because i'm too lazy to face the problems that will come if you guys knew the real me.&lt;br /&gt;so do not be so let down by my actions.&lt;br /&gt;i am who i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to another person.&lt;br /&gt;If only it hadnt taken you so long to realise it yourself&lt;br /&gt;the months spent waiting for it was a long journey.&lt;br /&gt;at least for me it was. But when you told me. the months turned into nothing.&lt;br /&gt;and its an "out of this world feeling as they say" so cliche.&lt;br /&gt;but its true. sometimes i wonder why i'm in neck deep.&lt;br /&gt;but thats when i realise that i was submerged long ago.&lt;br /&gt;and now that we are both in a very good position&lt;br /&gt;i would like things to pick up from where it left off.&lt;br /&gt;i wont tarry the matter much longer. and i think its my turn to have a shot.&lt;br /&gt;the driver seat is yours to take.&lt;br /&gt;will you buckle in and drive the car ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-253977619081765463?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/253977619081765463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=253977619081765463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/253977619081765463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/253977619081765463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-8349594320875923224</id><published>2009-09-06T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:51:24.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know they say feelings come and go&lt;br /&gt;and some just fades and doesn't return at all&lt;br /&gt;i wonder which one is my situation in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in that blissfull place for 6months&lt;br /&gt;but i guess prolonged period of "not-meeting" does somethings to you&lt;br /&gt;or maybe its just that i want to end it ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dont like waiting.&lt;br /&gt;but i did for her for 6months.&lt;br /&gt;why ? i'm not too sure myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and back to those days when i thought i could not stop wanting to contact her&lt;br /&gt;i can now spent weeks without contacting&lt;br /&gt;same goes for her facebook and blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a very withdrawn person&lt;br /&gt;true i'm always in the centre of the crowd&lt;br /&gt;spewing nonscence and making everyone laugh till they tear&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day there are almost none that know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i have walls.&lt;br /&gt;and its not easy at all to climb over them&lt;br /&gt;heck its impossible unless i bring them down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why am i disclosing this particular information about myself?&lt;br /&gt;i have been pondering these in my head for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;its not that i take very long to like someone.&lt;br /&gt;its more like it takes me that long to prepare myself&lt;br /&gt;on wether i am willing to let the person in.&lt;br /&gt;so far i have only met one. which is this 6months girl.&lt;br /&gt;so have the feelings really faded ?&lt;br /&gt;or is it just an excuse&lt;br /&gt;because i'm afraid of letting her in the driver seat ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer becomes clearer everyday.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still doing nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;if only i didnt have these walls......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-8349594320875923224?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8349594320875923224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=8349594320875923224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8349594320875923224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8349594320875923224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-they-say-feelings-come-and-go.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-3467746243962017929</id><published>2009-09-06T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T09:28:06.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posted to IMH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its been eons since i last updated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and seeing other folk's blogs updated like tons of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i thing its about time i did a little updating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so lets see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i think i shall start with my exams. that seems appropriate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;anyway i just had 3 papers but i'm really not too sure about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i'm pretty confident for one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;not too sure about another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and the third is an absolute failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after that my time was spent watching lovely complex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;its an anime show thats very touching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;romance,comedy,school life with a slice of reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;wonderful anime! really loved it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;than attachment began. and i was late on my first day as usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;its like a cures or something. I am never early on my first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;anyway this time around we were posted to IMH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;like everyone else i had a preconceived idea on how it would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and the stigma that all the patients had lost their sense of reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;but it was an eye-opener than many of them are actually quite sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;its just that they were unlucky and were handed a bitter card that changed their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm totally enjoying my time in IMH and i will seriously miss that place when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my last week ends. which starts tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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IMH'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-4650924571741304479</id><published>2009-09-06T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:24:48.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzj9z8QDTfU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mzj9z8QDTfU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" 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Its like upscale by 10 or something&lt;br /&gt;My bag was already bloated with 4 baju kurong tops when i was heading to school&lt;br /&gt;changed after the first lesson and passed the rest of the other tops to my chinese&lt;br /&gt;and indo counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya forgot to mention.&lt;br /&gt;In the bus to school.&lt;br /&gt;i saw the gorgeously hot chinese&lt;br /&gt;wearing a black saree. BEYOND WOW !&lt;br /&gt;very striking on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway go to the lecture stone here and there&lt;br /&gt;than it was time for NSL !!!&lt;br /&gt;WEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;the photo taking mayhem began&lt;br /&gt;all the photos are in facebook.&lt;br /&gt;we took photos for the better part of an hour&lt;br /&gt;than the teacher surprised us by saying she is ordering pizzahut&lt;br /&gt;we were like WOW ! thanks uh ..&lt;br /&gt;thats when she dropped another bomb.&lt;br /&gt;"will 8 boxes be enough ?"&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;thats what i'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than we waited for around 45minutes&lt;br /&gt;and the rider had arrived!!!&lt;br /&gt;MUHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;but to find out. There was OVERWHELMING order&lt;br /&gt;from NP alone and the manager had forgotten to give him the receipt and te drinks&lt;br /&gt;*the manager forgot or you forgot mister rider ? *&lt;br /&gt;but what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;he told us another dispatch rider was already on his way&lt;br /&gt;and we were HIGH when we opened the boxes&lt;br /&gt;there was 9 boxes of pizza&lt;br /&gt;and 6 garlic breads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you had been reading instead of just glancing through&lt;br /&gt;i had mention earlier about only 8 boxes of pizza&lt;br /&gt;but there is 9 here.&lt;br /&gt;we were surprised until we opened it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;wait&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was filled with&lt;br /&gt;SWEET N SPICY DRUMPLETS !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;well you can imagine what happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;food frenzy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we relieved those secondary moments by toasting our pepsi cups with&lt;br /&gt;YAAAAAAMMMM SEHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;best day of year 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end it off.&lt;br /&gt;we played soccer at kismiss&lt;br /&gt;with everyone in our team scoring a goal&lt;br /&gt;final score 13-9&lt;br /&gt;we won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i slept&lt;br /&gt;i had a great conversation with alyssa&lt;br /&gt;entertaining her while she brush teeth for the night!!!&lt;br /&gt;its a waste her hp crashed though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats for todays post&lt;br /&gt;gtg head to school now&lt;br /&gt;adioz :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-1804046350966624147?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/1804046350966624147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-8985719054601438049</id><published>2009-07-18T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:38:15.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>so my attachment has finally ended&lt;br /&gt;and my first week in school has also finally ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are some highlights that happened that must be penned  down&lt;br /&gt;for it has struck me quite deeply i should say&lt;br /&gt;it happened last thursday.&lt;br /&gt;funny how only last week i was in attachment&lt;br /&gt;it seems so darn long ago&lt;br /&gt;anyway it was drizzling and i was walking&lt;br /&gt;i love walking in the rain btw&lt;br /&gt;an umbrella is always there in my bag but i dont open it&lt;br /&gt;unless its seriously pouring .&lt;br /&gt;back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was waiting at the junction for the green man to appear&lt;br /&gt;when this middle-aged dude sheltered me with his umbrella&lt;br /&gt;i was quite surprised by his gesture and pulled by earplugs out&lt;br /&gt;to thank him.&lt;br /&gt;he waved off my thanks and proceeded to begin a conversation with me&lt;br /&gt;i was more than happy to have a pleasant chat with this kind dude&lt;br /&gt;and than when the green man appeared i thanked him again and told him i had to rush home&lt;br /&gt;but the fact is my stride is longer than the average Asian's and i hate to walk slow&lt;br /&gt;except when with a girl&lt;br /&gt;thats when i HAVE to walk slow ",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was the last day of attachment&lt;br /&gt;i had fun the entire day&lt;br /&gt;me and rizal took frequent walks out of the ward&lt;br /&gt;me,nat,anis,aishah and nurul sneaked to the roof for a quick puff&lt;br /&gt;me and rizal walked for bloody darn long and still failed to find megabites in NUS&lt;br /&gt;so when the day finally ended me and rizal actually stayed back 15mins later&lt;br /&gt;just to say our goodbyes to the ANs... great people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Wednesday, i was walking away from e-mart when dom said&lt;br /&gt;"hey your girl-friend" i was like huh! what are you talking about&lt;br /&gt;i'm still single dude i told him. he was looking at e-mart's entrance&lt;br /&gt;i followed his gaze and guess who i saw.&lt;br /&gt;The following things that happened are reality! :&lt;br /&gt;my heart did a double-take&lt;br /&gt;i stopped breathing&lt;br /&gt;i swear my stomach wasnt there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was too surpised to see her there than i forgot to smile&lt;br /&gt;i just gawked at her! untill she felt me staring at her&lt;br /&gt;her eyes grew real wide. which is quite something&lt;br /&gt;and she rushed back in ",&lt;br /&gt;it was quite a sight i tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we havent gone out for darn bloody long&lt;br /&gt;i wish this empty period will end&lt;br /&gt;and we can go out again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres still her gift that i've yet to pass her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for todays's post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-8985719054601438049?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8985719054601438049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=8985719054601438049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8985719054601438049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8985719054601438049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/07/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-3304434247022194781</id><published>2009-06-30T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T08:04:14.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>put me out of my misery, please</title><content type='html'>so attachment finally starts&lt;br /&gt;and i am so hating it.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i was in the first batch instead.&lt;br /&gt;because first batch is right after exams.&lt;br /&gt;you are still used to getting up in the early morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my entire body clock has to re-program  itself&lt;br /&gt;and that means me being tired until than.&lt;br /&gt;i wass going for attachment to see all those babies&lt;br /&gt;because i'm posted to pediatric. argh the dissapointment&lt;br /&gt;its mostly young kids.. more than 1yr old..&lt;br /&gt;the asking alot of questions age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant stand kids in that age&lt;br /&gt;they really2 irritate me. my god&lt;br /&gt;the ordeal i'm going through. and ontop of that&lt;br /&gt;have to wear mask. which is bloody irritating&lt;br /&gt;and humid and kinda hard to breathe in the long run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid h1n1. i cant be bothered about it.&lt;br /&gt;if get than too bad. if you have to die than you will what.&lt;br /&gt;so most of the time the mask will just hang from my ear&lt;br /&gt;i wont be wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9more days of attachment&lt;br /&gt;bless me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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please'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-3461305794943740644</id><published>2009-06-26T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:35:33.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>there will always be a phase in life&lt;br /&gt;where you think you had enough of everything&lt;br /&gt;whether you in a relationship or chasing someone&lt;br /&gt;or just got out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after you get out&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of self-control&lt;br /&gt;being alone and having as much fun as possible&lt;br /&gt;without needing to curb your actions&lt;br /&gt;because of a certain someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that feels really great&lt;br /&gt;can go at it without needing anyone&lt;br /&gt;for as long as your time isnt up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when one day while you are so used to your singlehood&lt;br /&gt;you meet another person.. no expectations..no nothing&lt;br /&gt;you clicked with them from the first time and you find many similarities&lt;br /&gt;you get amazed by their presence&lt;br /&gt;because if feels like you've known them for years&lt;br /&gt;but its only a couple of months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bump into each other at school often&lt;br /&gt;than wonder whether the other person is stalking you :D&lt;br /&gt;you have fun talking about this on top of jokes and stuff&lt;br /&gt;and you start treating them like a close friend and start telling them stuff&lt;br /&gt;personal things that you wont even bother sharing with normal friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you spend long hours talking on the phone&lt;br /&gt;and unknowingly friendship evolves..&lt;br /&gt;you find yourself holding onto your hp&lt;br /&gt;and waiting for the text reply. you get irritated&lt;br /&gt;when its another person who texts you instead&lt;br /&gt;whenever the person replies, you immediately smile&lt;br /&gt;suddenly nothing matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cant wait to call or wait for the person to call&lt;br /&gt;whenever they ask for permission to call&lt;br /&gt;you say ok but you are damn happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you sleep you hug your bolster tighter than usual&lt;br /&gt;sleep doesn't come immediately. you are smiling and thinking of them&lt;br /&gt;because the conversation just ended moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;you wonder how it'll be like to hug them or be hugged&lt;br /&gt;as you drift to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's an unknown joy in you these days&lt;br /&gt;you constantly think about them&lt;br /&gt;and really cant wait to hang out with them&lt;br /&gt;but suddenly things cant go your way&lt;br /&gt;whenever you want to meet up something happens&lt;br /&gt;the "dry spell" usually lasts a short while&lt;br /&gt;but if feels like an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as its over you get to go out again&lt;br /&gt;and this time everything feels different&lt;br /&gt;you feel more alive&lt;br /&gt;their presence actually means something more&lt;br /&gt;and you treasure everything that happened&lt;br /&gt;when you are on the way home&lt;br /&gt;you are very pleased and contended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you want to know more about them&lt;br /&gt;spend more time with them&lt;br /&gt;slowly they become your first priority&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you start to wonder what they think of you&lt;br /&gt;its like a nagging thought at the back of mind&lt;br /&gt;always there...&lt;br /&gt;you try to make them happy as much as possible&lt;br /&gt;and get very concerned when they get sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've already realized that you have fallen again&lt;br /&gt;but this time its different from before&lt;br /&gt;this simply happened by itself. not by your intervention&lt;br /&gt;it feels more special than all your previous ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after awhile their opinion of you doesn't seem to matter much&lt;br /&gt;you just want them to be happy&lt;br /&gt;you don't care if it ends up one sided&lt;br /&gt;because you are happy with the way it is&lt;br /&gt;waiting for a long period of time doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you have reached that state&lt;br /&gt;my dear friend you have truly known love :D&lt;br /&gt;hope this post brings you to memories of loved ones in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. _ __ _ , ____  ____&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-3461305794943740644?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3461305794943740644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=3461305794943740644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3461305794943740644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3461305794943740644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-4548266606058841145</id><published>2009-06-22T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:49:05.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farmart escapades</title><content type='html'>well just for enlightenment issues&lt;br /&gt;i work at farmart as night security whenever my dad cant make it&lt;br /&gt;as in i cover for my dad that day&lt;br /&gt;this usually happens on weekends and i rarely cover for him&lt;br /&gt;anyway yesterday was one such day&lt;br /&gt;he didnt want to work on father's day. so i agreed to cover for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached farmart about 8.10 than walk2 abit&lt;br /&gt;watched finding nemo on the tv&lt;br /&gt;after the movie ended i was bloody darn bored.&lt;br /&gt;so i called up gan and asked him to come down keep me company ya see&lt;br /&gt;too bored already&lt;br /&gt;he agreed to cab down around 12.&lt;br /&gt;i was searching through my hp contacts when i saw some that&lt;br /&gt;i stopped texting.. as in used to be my text buddies. girls of course&lt;br /&gt;all good friends o mine..&lt;br /&gt;and i used to be a serial mass texter... like up to 8 people at once XD&lt;br /&gt;so i tried my hand at 6 i think yst night.&lt;br /&gt;i was occupied for 1hr straight!!!!&lt;br /&gt;no pause. i finish replying one, another text comes in&lt;br /&gt;sometimes while i'm replying 5 replies will come to me&lt;br /&gt;hectic  but it was fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after an hour the hype died off&lt;br /&gt;i too tired to reply already&lt;br /&gt;only still texting the important female character*&lt;br /&gt;* coughs violently* LOL&lt;br /&gt;than watched blade the series&lt;br /&gt;and soon somewhere after that ganesan came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chated awhile than wanted to order mac&lt;br /&gt;all pooled our cash together and guess what&lt;br /&gt;we lacked 15cents to hace a min requirement of $21&lt;br /&gt;15cents ya know.. how pathetic is that.&lt;br /&gt;we couldnt digest that 15cents was going to stop our mcSpicy meal&lt;br /&gt;so we went coin hunting around farmart for a 20cent coin&lt;br /&gt;we seriously didnt find any damn coin&lt;br /&gt;than gan just decided to ask some unknown stranger&lt;br /&gt;and macdelivery was on its way !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating i called that important person*&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat* ",&lt;br /&gt;and we chatted and sung to old classic love songs&lt;br /&gt;gan included..&lt;br /&gt;from 2.30 all the way to 5&lt;br /&gt;very entertaining and totally memorable :D&lt;br /&gt;and her phone crashed as usual&lt;br /&gt;haiz XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and gan went to sleep in for awhile&lt;br /&gt;and in due time the shuttle bus came sending us to our homes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-2563422512140535469</id><published>2009-06-21T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:04:12.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well well&lt;br /&gt;seems like i'm on fire now&lt;br /&gt;and this will be my 3rd consecutive post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post will be about the current girl that i like&lt;br /&gt;i shall not type her name for confidentiality issues&lt;br /&gt;if you know you know&lt;br /&gt;simple :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway she a friend of my friend&lt;br /&gt;as they are in the same course&lt;br /&gt;in ngee ann o coz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes truly different in mind and appearance&lt;br /&gt;but thats what made me notice her in the first place&lt;br /&gt;i have a thing for weird people. dont ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ironically i chatted with her on msn on valentines day&lt;br /&gt;and from my view.. we clicked straight away&lt;br /&gt;the strange thing is we have tons of similarities&lt;br /&gt;you might thing is a normal occurrence but it isnt&lt;br /&gt;the sheer amount of it is mind boggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we talk to each other&lt;br /&gt;its like we had known each other for years&lt;br /&gt;thats how comfortable we are with one another&lt;br /&gt;even though up to date its only 4months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats lots of things to talk about&lt;br /&gt;but most of it is really private&lt;br /&gt;so nothing much to blog in fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hope in the long run there might be something happening&lt;br /&gt;but even if it didnt it wont bother me too much&lt;br /&gt;because to have her company is good enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you people can grasp it&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck folks  :D&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-5180996915046437157</id><published>2009-06-21T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:55:05.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>krazy bbq</title><content type='html'>my last paper was on friday a week ago&lt;br /&gt;right after the paper, our nursing clique&lt;br /&gt;had organised a bbq at kismis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention i'm going to flunk all my modules&lt;br /&gt;for common test ?? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway after the paper me vert and dom&lt;br /&gt;went to makan place to have out "dinner"&lt;br /&gt;than i parted ways to meet with syirah&lt;br /&gt;did i mention shes one of my closest female friends&lt;br /&gt;great girl !!&lt;br /&gt;btw she just turned 18 on the 16th of june&lt;br /&gt;so happy birthday dear !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops thoughts runningwild again.&lt;br /&gt;back to the bbq.  ",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met syirah at the library&lt;br /&gt;she had loaned the entire season of gossip girls&lt;br /&gt;seems interesting by the way she described it&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll watch it when too bored.&lt;br /&gt;than we chit-chated while i accompanied her&lt;br /&gt;to the shell busstop and waited for her bus.&lt;br /&gt;soon the bus came and she left as i treked back up the slope&lt;br /&gt;heading back to school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys had already started the bbq&lt;br /&gt;i joined in playing soccer first than everyone started to dine&lt;br /&gt;on the chicken and hotdogs&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats self-cooked food&lt;br /&gt;and the marinate was actually very nicely done&lt;br /&gt;credits to lloyd's mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well after that it was soccer again&lt;br /&gt;and a verbal battle between express and acad&lt;br /&gt;this happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;5vs 1 ! miserably i'm in the lone sole&lt;br /&gt;descriminating the 5 acad blokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that ken insisted that we steal ice from&lt;br /&gt;the school swimming pool. and 4 of us followed him&lt;br /&gt;none of us actually believing that an ice machine is there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lo-and behold. he speaks the truth&lt;br /&gt;me and dev climbed in and we stole ice in plastic bags&lt;br /&gt;3-4 plastic bags.. my first time doing something silly in school :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to the bbq area and drinks were served&lt;br /&gt;Jim Bean to be exact&lt;br /&gt;after a couple of rounds and poker we were alittle "crazy"&lt;br /&gt;and started dunking each other in ice water :D&lt;br /&gt;at 12 around there.. it was bloody cold i tell you&lt;br /&gt;and all our hp's were victim of the cold water&lt;br /&gt;most of it went kuku for a few minutes after that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than came the night walk&lt;br /&gt;this was around 2.45am&lt;br /&gt;we went out to the ghost hotspot of our school&lt;br /&gt;block 50 level 7. its barricaded by a huge gate&lt;br /&gt;and its complete but for some unknown reason&lt;br /&gt;its closed down&lt;br /&gt;anyway apart form me and bad and daniel&lt;br /&gt;the rest "felt and saw" things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part of the nightwalk was that at 3.33am exactly&lt;br /&gt;we were sitting on the slope opp canteen 1 and sharing shost stories.&lt;br /&gt;awesome experience. and than we went back to the pit&lt;br /&gt;spent time clearing up. talking while crammed ath the kismis&lt;br /&gt;children's playground. we left for home at around 5.45am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a day well spent with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to lloyd for managing everything.&lt;br /&gt;without him the bbq wouldn't have bben possible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-5180996915046437157?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/5180996915046437157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=5180996915046437157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/5180996915046437157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/5180996915046437157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/krazy-bbq.html' title='krazy bbq'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-9204117861109389372</id><published>2009-06-21T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:34:49.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eons</title><content type='html'>i think is about time i update this page&lt;br /&gt;virtual cobwebs and dust are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where to start&lt;br /&gt;ok first and foremost year1 has ended&lt;br /&gt;the freshmen days are over and i'm somewhere&lt;br /&gt;nearing the middle of my 2nd year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schools been hectic and the pw's out there&lt;br /&gt;to murder us in cold blood.Been skipping&lt;br /&gt;tons of classes and it really aint a good thing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently in the 2nd week of my school holidays&lt;br /&gt;next week attachment as usual. This time posted to NUH&lt;br /&gt;pediatric ward. "Kind of looking forward" to it actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess thats about it for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-9204117861109389372?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/9204117861109389372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=9204117861109389372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/9204117861109389372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/9204117861109389372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/06/eons.html' title='eons'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-6236481839543596591</id><published>2009-05-04T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:27:31.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time never blog :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the last post we went to chalet&lt;br /&gt;best chalet of my life&lt;br /&gt;really awesome experience&lt;br /&gt;especially the first night&lt;br /&gt;we talked all the way through the night&lt;br /&gt;starting from religion to sex than watch liverpool vs chelsea&lt;br /&gt;first live league match of my life and it was awesome&lt;br /&gt;4-4 !!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;after that continued talking about life and relationships all the way until 7&lt;br /&gt;can never forget that all those conversations&lt;br /&gt;goosebumps ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that school started and stuff&lt;br /&gt;its already the 3rd week and i havent even bought my lecture notes&lt;br /&gt;i've been skipping soooooo many lectures and classes ever since year2 started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to join rock climbing tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;its the first training and we get to climb!!&lt;br /&gt;wooohooo !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chalet pictures&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sf7c42o3lcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_zhvdXnUl8Q/s1600-h/DSCF2904.JPG"&gt; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sf7e2vt6v0I/AAAAAAAAAcA/2kiXbKfexak/s320/DSCF2734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331944040956608322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sf7e25UsBQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hKG5X-2bI4k/s1600-h/DSCF2719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sf7e25UsBQI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hKG5X-2bI4k/s320/DSCF2719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331944043535140098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-6236481839543596591?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/6236481839543596591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=6236481839543596591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/6236481839543596591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/6236481839543596591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-time-never-blog-d-after-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/Sf7c42o3lcI/AAAAAAAAAb4/_zhvdXnUl8Q/s72-c/DSCF2904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-7007414814265359096</id><published>2009-04-13T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:53:26.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the 11th of april&lt;br /&gt;theres just too many stuff to blog&lt;br /&gt;about that happened in that day&lt;br /&gt;and even if i can blog it all down&lt;br /&gt;it still wont do justice to that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from meeting the canteen crew family&lt;br /&gt;to the havoc in the bus going to ecp&lt;br /&gt;to reaching there and having lunch at mac&lt;br /&gt;and playing indian poker at mac&lt;br /&gt;to starting up the fire&lt;br /&gt;to rollerblading&lt;br /&gt;trying out the swave board/ripstick&lt;br /&gt;and actually getting it conquered damn fast&lt;br /&gt;to getting wet in the sea&lt;br /&gt;seeing a dead big pregnant fish floating and running out of the water&lt;br /&gt;changing and going to bp&lt;br /&gt;the great moments at bp mac&lt;br /&gt;without these people here&lt;br /&gt;fun wouldnt exsist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS to my other family&lt;br /&gt;canteen crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SeMLadQAmAI/AAAAAAAAAao/WuLMnlm4jvY/s1600-h/2878_65080833310_555498310_1630319_2545306_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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It was at the junction going to turn to the busstop.&lt;br /&gt;wahh fcuking sian!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;quickly sprinted to the busstop and made it in time...&lt;br /&gt;boarded the bus and sat down with martha&lt;br /&gt;than the 3 of us chit chat until reached causeway point&lt;br /&gt;than we go walk around.. martha bought a shower cap for her mum&lt;br /&gt;than we walked around window shopping and afiq joined us outside burgerking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than huda came running to us&lt;br /&gt;she lost her voice, no idea due to what&lt;br /&gt;and she decided to join us for dinner&lt;br /&gt;it was a coincidence but it was nice seeing her&lt;br /&gt;after like what ,1 year ???&lt;br /&gt;she is still the same except yer voice was gone&lt;br /&gt;and she looked damn tired&lt;br /&gt;this is the stressful life of a jc student.&lt;br /&gt;we crashed at pasta mania.&lt;br /&gt;it was my first time eating there&lt;br /&gt;damn nice the food and we had great fun&lt;br /&gt;talking laughing screwing one another..&lt;br /&gt;and the best joke goes to afiq..&lt;br /&gt;utterly hilarious and truly original&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we later went to civic. huda had to leave as she had school the next day&lt;br /&gt;we poly buggers are on HOLIDAYS !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;martha went to meet her friend to collect something&lt;br /&gt;than we sat down and i shared some stuff about my life&lt;br /&gt;and aslam martha and afiq were quite surprised&lt;br /&gt;i rarely talk about myself. i'm more of a listener.&lt;br /&gt;and my life is pretty fcuked up !&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still happy with it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part of the day was the going home part&lt;br /&gt;afiq left earlier to meet his other friends&lt;br /&gt;so me martha and aslam took the same bus home together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a huge drama took place in that short ride home&lt;br /&gt;i'd love to share it&lt;br /&gt;cause its HILARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;but due to privacy issues i cant blog about it&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday was one heck of a fun day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBQ is nearing.. SATURDAY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-8939206356492826101?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8939206356492826101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=8939206356492826101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8939206356492826101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8939206356492826101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/04/evening-later-in-evening-we-planned-to.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-8689646238157903688</id><published>2009-04-08T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:14:45.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm utterly shagged !!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;woke up and prepared to go play badminton&lt;br /&gt;went to the meeting place&lt;br /&gt;which was cck mrt control station&lt;br /&gt;and i was the bloody first one there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wasnt early.. just on time..&lt;br /&gt;10 mins later aslam and tecksheng came&lt;br /&gt;afiq was sick so he couldnt make it.&lt;br /&gt;another 10 mins later allon came&lt;br /&gt;we called hamid and he just woke up&lt;br /&gt;so we ask him hurry down and went&lt;br /&gt;to the sports complex..&lt;br /&gt;but since i had 2 rackets&lt;br /&gt;hamid had another 2 and kishaan 1&lt;br /&gt;( and they were late by 40mins)&lt;br /&gt;we headed to dada house and loaned another extra racket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go book the court and started playing&lt;br /&gt;first game me and tecksheng-i won&lt;br /&gt;2nd game me and aslam-i won&lt;br /&gt;3rd me and allon-i won&lt;br /&gt;4th me and shafeeq-i won&lt;br /&gt;5th me and kishaan-i won&lt;br /&gt;6th me and hamid-iwon&lt;br /&gt;LOL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;the first 4 games i played consecutively&lt;br /&gt;damn tiring..&lt;br /&gt;btw we play 3sets with a game point of 12..&lt;br /&gt;i won everyone..&lt;br /&gt;shafeeq,aslam,hamid came very close to beating me&lt;br /&gt;they damn good sia.. by luck i won them&lt;br /&gt;and a teeny weeny use of placing shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than came the doubles time&lt;br /&gt;i paired up with shafeeq&lt;br /&gt;we got good communication and we play good individually&lt;br /&gt;summore hes short and i'm tall..&lt;br /&gt;he play back and me front..&lt;br /&gt;we won both matches&lt;br /&gt;without stretching before playing&lt;br /&gt;all those running,jumping and&lt;br /&gt;the extreme stretches to get to the shuttle cock&lt;br /&gt;all crammed up my thigh muscles damn pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the day's events continues on top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-8689646238157903688?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8689646238157903688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-6764647735245297821</id><published>2009-04-07T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:08:34.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so last friday after prayers&lt;br /&gt;went to bpp first to accompany hamid buy food&lt;br /&gt;than me aslam and afiq set off to my house&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to paint my sis room&lt;br /&gt;but me alone it would have taken another 2 more days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i called down aslam and afiq&lt;br /&gt;reached my house than i had lunch first.&lt;br /&gt;the rest had already eaten&lt;br /&gt;than kishaan came down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we changed to our painting attire and started moving the furniture&lt;br /&gt;in my sis room. actually only me and aslam moved&lt;br /&gt;kishaan and afiq were already slacking&lt;br /&gt;after we moved out the furniture&lt;br /&gt;kishaan had to go off to swim with his dad&lt;br /&gt;in his ELECTRIC BLUE SPEEDOS&lt;br /&gt;its a sight to be seen i tell you&lt;br /&gt;utterly hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we mixed the paints and started painting&lt;br /&gt;it was afiq first time and aslams 2nd time..&lt;br /&gt;damn lot of fun. we started around 3.30&lt;br /&gt;by 5.30-6 we wee craving for finger food&lt;br /&gt;so i asked my mum make sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;had to make 2 times.. i only got to eat 3...&lt;br /&gt;the rest were wacked by the other two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than we had some guy to guy talk&lt;br /&gt;learned more about what happened in each other&lt;br /&gt;catching up time. we finished painting by 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we looked around the room and see it fully painted&lt;br /&gt;the sense of accomplishment !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;it isnt perfect but its done by us&lt;br /&gt;by 8.30 they left and it was time&lt;br /&gt;for the torturous part of bathing and removing the paint off the skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to go off play badminton and cck sports complex&lt;br /&gt;than this sat got bbq !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cant wait&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-6764647735245297821?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/6764647735245297821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=6764647735245297821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/6764647735245297821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/6764647735245297821'/><link rel='alternate' 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3d2n&lt;br /&gt;if you dont it cost a mind blowing 400&lt;br /&gt;and costa sands downtown chalet is TINY !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we really wanted to go for a chalet&lt;br /&gt;so we searched through aloha&lt;br /&gt;and lady luck was shining on our side&lt;br /&gt;there was empty slots for 14-16..&lt;br /&gt;its a terrace chalet(Biggin terrace C)&lt;br /&gt;and it only cost 100 per night&lt;br /&gt;so plus gst 214 for 3d2n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was going to book than another problem&lt;br /&gt;need credit card to book&lt;br /&gt;we searched around and afiq's friend had one&lt;br /&gt;and she agreed to let us use it !!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;thanks !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the chalet is booked&lt;br /&gt;14-16 april&lt;br /&gt;man its going to be CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;except for 1 all ther hermanos are coming&lt;br /&gt;and this week on the 11th got bbq at ecp summore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this hols are the BESt !!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div 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fun playing badminton in the court&lt;br /&gt;damn fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than bathe in the toilet also noisy&lt;br /&gt;i sprayed shampoo on the cubicle walls&lt;br /&gt;pity the cleaners..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamid nearly slipped and fell in the toilet&lt;br /&gt;aslam came up with his own bicep curl technique&lt;br /&gt;kishaan is another Rafael nadel wanabe with the hair&lt;br /&gt;allon is just freaking hilarious for coming with us&lt;br /&gt;mavin and shafeeq are gay as usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life cant get any better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we booked chalet while chatting at conference&lt;br /&gt;wanted kishaan to use the dad's credit card secretly&lt;br /&gt;but he ended up telling the dad&lt;br /&gt;but we still booked it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-8&lt;br /&gt;3d2n in costa sands near wild2 wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX !!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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we had so much free time&lt;br /&gt;me and john slacked all the way&lt;br /&gt;and whenever badrun same shift as me&lt;br /&gt;we'll take the patients biscuits go outside buy milo and eat&lt;br /&gt;the fun days now that i look back at it&lt;br /&gt;but during that time to come to the hospital daily was a torture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams results&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite happy&lt;br /&gt;never failed any module this time around&lt;br /&gt;improvement.. gpa also increased by 0.5...&lt;br /&gt;now gpa is 2.5 !!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;damn happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait to slack the holidays with friends&lt;br /&gt;will change the look of my blog soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-3582293174771137121?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-237026125317839793</id><published>2009-02-08T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T11:07:29.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines day</title><content type='html'>i added two new songs&lt;br /&gt;i just love the katty perry-yhinking of you&lt;br /&gt;awesome song awesome voice&lt;br /&gt;anyway saturday was spent meeting up&lt;br /&gt;with some of the greatest friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after nearly 3 or 4 month&lt;br /&gt;we gathered at yew tee to play soccer again&lt;br /&gt;great to see aslam again&lt;br /&gt;we rarely meet this days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more camps please !!!&lt;br /&gt;they give great memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hermanos para la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondary school would have been hell without them&lt;br /&gt;and canteen crew too&lt;br /&gt;although canteen crew is a bit fcuked up now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as valentines day draws nearer&lt;br /&gt;i'm having random dreams about shahirah&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why sia&lt;br /&gt;its like randomly popping here and there&lt;br /&gt;and i dont like the way they make me feel afterwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i've been single for far too long&lt;br /&gt;its been 2 years already sia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you thinking haris&lt;br /&gt;i'm a seriously screwed up individual&lt;br /&gt;thats the peak of the iceberg for you&lt;br /&gt;theres more of me that will never be shown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will these nightmare end&lt;br /&gt;in my life of misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaven knows ..................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-237026125317839793?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-3002507259094183842</id><published>2009-02-03T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:18:57.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCH</title><content type='html'>it was just a harmless thought&lt;br /&gt;sat night i was damn bored&lt;br /&gt;so i told badrun lets go out 2mrw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than we thinking where to go&lt;br /&gt;i thought of ecp cycle again like the last time&lt;br /&gt;but than thought the others wouldnt want&lt;br /&gt;than badrun also suggest go cycle ecp&lt;br /&gt;swee now 2 people with the same idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than we begin calling people&lt;br /&gt;lloyd jiayi me badrun ken vert&lt;br /&gt;vert couldnt make it&lt;br /&gt;jiayi say wanna come than ltr pangseh us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIAYI PS XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we supposed to meet at 1.30 but by the time we met at ecp&lt;br /&gt;3 already&lt;br /&gt;borrow bike than went to cycle&lt;br /&gt;than i suggest go OCH.&lt;br /&gt;coz i never go before and hamid said can cycle there&lt;br /&gt;power uh! all up for it&lt;br /&gt;we thought changi quite near&lt;br /&gt;its 10+km away&lt;br /&gt;1r plus of non stop cycling&lt;br /&gt;finally we reached OCH&lt;br /&gt;at 1st we scared2 walk around&lt;br /&gt;than dont wanna go 2nd floor&lt;br /&gt;when we about to leave&lt;br /&gt;1 guy from the chalet nearby just came up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugger sia.. he come alone explore OCH&lt;br /&gt;than we go with him explore the 2nd floor&lt;br /&gt;than came down again&lt;br /&gt;than i say lets take pic uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went back into OCH&lt;br /&gt;than started taking pics.. now abit daring already&lt;br /&gt;so we went up 2nd floor by ourselves&lt;br /&gt;and started exploring and taking pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we taking ken said&lt;br /&gt;5.30 must leave.. than i ask why&lt;br /&gt;he said 5.30 its considered to them evening&lt;br /&gt;so they will show themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than exactly at 5.30&lt;br /&gt;1 door slammed&lt;br /&gt;"KABAM!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;OCH is damn quiet.. and there was no wind&lt;br /&gt;so we decided its our que to leave and gladly left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the time we reached back to ecp&lt;br /&gt;we were 2hrs late for bike&lt;br /&gt;since 1hr than 1hr free&lt;br /&gt;we only needed to pay for 1 extra hr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our thigh muscled were screaming on the return journey&lt;br /&gt;from changi to ecp&lt;br /&gt;but this time it only took 40 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10km to&lt;br /&gt;10km fro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never have i cycled so far in my entire life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCH pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhBZ1ptwYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RKhk3NC3_0c/s1600-h/LGIM0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhBZ1ptwYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RKhk3NC3_0c/s320/LGIM0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298556873755967874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhBaAemm1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/EEvK6OnNNfk/s1600-h/LGIM0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhBaAemm1I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/EEvK6OnNNfk/s320/LGIM0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298556876662152018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhBaBCkUpI/AAAAAAAAAZo/QH6dNjbsYcE/s1600-h/LGIM0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhBaBCkUpI/AAAAAAAAAZo/QH6dNjbsYcE/s320/LGIM0040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298556876812997266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhBaOnRacI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6cmXacKkTt4/s1600-h/LGIM0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhBaOnRacI/AAAAAAAAAZw/6cmXacKkTt4/s320/LGIM0041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298556880456608194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhBaQbkb0I/AAAAAAAAAaA/mn6mZpEtlec/s1600-h/LGIM0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhBaQbkb0I/AAAAAAAAAaA/mn6mZpEtlec/s320/LGIM0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298556880944394050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhC_gEqsPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/E6A5Iv-2Pq0/s1600-h/LGIM0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhC_gEqsPI/AAAAAAAAAaI/E6A5Iv-2Pq0/s320/LGIM0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298558620310089970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhDU2pMO_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xc0dint2aLE/s1600-h/LGIM0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhDU2pMO_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xc0dint2aLE/s320/LGIM0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298558987146116082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhDUz_rKnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/HQPBXG3DhHs/s1600-h/LGIM0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhDUz_rKnI/AAAAAAAAAaY/HQPBXG3DhHs/s320/LGIM0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298558986435111538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhDUy2JnXI/AAAAAAAAAag/lRuYuK2IAb4/s1600-h/LGIM0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhDUy2JnXI/AAAAAAAAAag/lRuYuK2IAb4/s320/LGIM0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298558986126728562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we never saw anything in OCH&lt;br /&gt;but it was still very creepy&lt;br /&gt;as the staircases were almost pitch black&lt;br /&gt;there was no wind&lt;br /&gt;and we keep hearing window opening sound&lt;br /&gt;or door closing sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it haunted ?&lt;br /&gt;you be the judge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-3002507259094183842?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/3002507259094183842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=3002507259094183842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3002507259094183842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/3002507259094183842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/02/och.html' title='OCH'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SYhBZ1ptwYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/RKhk3NC3_0c/s72-c/LGIM0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-5083980691867747263</id><published>2009-01-31T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:56:18.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another week has passed&lt;br /&gt;not much happened this week&lt;br /&gt;i shall update when something happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy&lt;br /&gt;loving the song&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-5083980691867747263?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/5083980691867747263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=5083980691867747263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/5083980691867747263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/5083980691867747263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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5mp&lt;br /&gt;tortally awesome piece of shit&lt;br /&gt;and its stylish to boot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAWI presentation was done on tuesday&lt;br /&gt;i thing it went well&lt;br /&gt;than aft the class me and vert were notified&lt;br /&gt;that we have less than 80% attendence and we would be debarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we skipped cmbio prac and went to ourspace to write our appeal&lt;br /&gt;damn stresses i tell eu&lt;br /&gt;coz they will send letter to the house&lt;br /&gt;than we took matters into our own hands&lt;br /&gt;and went to see the module leader&lt;br /&gt;he listened to our reasons for skipping class&lt;br /&gt;which was utter bullshit ( went to study)&lt;br /&gt;and he accepcted it.. i suspect he knows that we didnt study&lt;br /&gt;because he taught us before&lt;br /&gt;so we didnt get debarred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day went to see our sawi teacher for counselling&lt;br /&gt;we told her we saw Mr lim shi an&lt;br /&gt;than she was like "okok"&lt;br /&gt;than she ask our reason again&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt lie to her&lt;br /&gt;so i told her i went to play soccer&lt;br /&gt;than she started nagging and telling that this is unfair&lt;br /&gt;ended up in the counselling form she wrote that&lt;br /&gt;i went to study&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS to Miss Aqila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than it was soccer all the way&lt;br /&gt;and before we know it its the end of the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go Ash bdae today&lt;br /&gt;but i have to paint my room finish&lt;br /&gt;started yst w the undercoat&lt;br /&gt;2dae the real shit begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ASH&lt;br /&gt;really sorry i cant come to your chalet&lt;br /&gt;But HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvL7xqILUI/AAAAAAAAAZI/G97a2BjmwGI/s1600-h/LGIM0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvL7xqILUI/AAAAAAAAAZI/G97a2BjmwGI/s320/LGIM0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295050014706904386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                             soccer friday night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvL8N5gFNI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/JK9gNoFm0Yg/s1600-h/LGIM0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvL8N5gFNI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/JK9gNoFm0Yg/s320/LGIM0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295050022287578322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              painting spree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvL7tcyVkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nzQP6x9R1nQ/s1600-h/LGIM0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvL7tcyVkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nzQP6x9R1nQ/s320/LGIM0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295050013577205314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     lan shop at alumni&lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvLuUWUDDI/AAAAAAAAAY4/iTZ7S4CLWdo/s1600-h/LGIM0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvLuUWUDDI/AAAAAAAAAY4/iTZ7S4CLWdo/s320/LGIM0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295049783500868658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             badrun sleeping in AAP lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvLuWK6KVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2tKq74VH3x8/s1600-h/LGIM0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvLuWK6KVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/2tKq74VH3x8/s320/LGIM0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295049783989905746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          vert with his super gay shower bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvLucb_xmI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7MHooEX0kNg/s1600-h/LGIM0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvLucb_xmI/AAAAAAAAAYo/7MHooEX0kNg/s320/LGIM0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295049785672189538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        emo ken eating chickn chop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvLuHKMmsI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9HkdvQhxQfY/s1600-h/LGIM0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvLuHKMmsI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9HkdvQhxQfY/s320/LGIM0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295049779960388290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                               badrun looks very weird&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvLuCc3PEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SwjOXOv39JM/s1600-h/LGIM0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvLuCc3PEI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SwjOXOv39JM/s320/LGIM0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295049778696502338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 me and vert stressed! writing appeal letter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-923220156767719355?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/923220156767719355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=923220156767719355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/923220156767719355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/923220156767719355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-whole-week-has-been-vey-hectic.html' title=''/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j4BMWrVZ2nk/SXvL7xqILUI/AAAAAAAAAZI/G97a2BjmwGI/s72-c/LGIM0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-7910685966749093602</id><published>2009-01-18T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:40:36.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOSERS</title><content type='html'>this is so efing boring&lt;br /&gt;skipped fon class&lt;br /&gt;than watched youtube in lib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept getting calls from amanda&lt;br /&gt;but than i cant pick up coz my hp&lt;br /&gt;is that advanced&lt;br /&gt;talk abt back-dated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than .........................&lt;br /&gt;lloyd got calls from her&lt;br /&gt;he dun wanna talk so nvr pick&lt;br /&gt;than the teacher called&lt;br /&gt;and he picked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spun a whole story about&lt;br /&gt;hw we played soccer that one guy gt injured&lt;br /&gt;and we went to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;the teacher totally bought the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but while he was spinning it&lt;br /&gt;amanda somehow found us &lt;br /&gt;idk hw she knew we were there&lt;br /&gt;but there she was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept nagging and nagging y we didnt go&lt;br /&gt;exams are getting nearer&lt;br /&gt;we not scared al all uh&lt;br /&gt;pissed me off pretty bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than she go off&lt;br /&gt;i and lloyd went to np gate to smoke&lt;br /&gt;i was pretty pissed off at her&lt;br /&gt;than i started saying &lt;br /&gt;" talk so much.. she herself not gd in studies&lt;br /&gt;than wanna advice ppl around.. confirm i won her&lt;br /&gt;for the mic retest uh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wen we went back to class&lt;br /&gt;lo and behold&lt;br /&gt;indeed i beat her in the re test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some1 who nagged me&lt;br /&gt;eu really need to start studying more than me&lt;br /&gt;amanda start studying very hard&lt;br /&gt;and mayb just mayb eu'll win me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty pissed off when ppl nag at me&lt;br /&gt;if eu are superior eu have the rights&lt;br /&gt;if inferior................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-7910685966749093602?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/7910685966749093602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=7910685966749093602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/7910685966749093602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/7910685966749093602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/2009/01/losers.html' title='LOSERS'/><author><name>stick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10562775043987876080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250289006765486464.post-8036449417667834560</id><published>2009-01-15T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:15:04.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and so i met another girl&lt;br /&gt;a classmate of mine in NP&lt;br /&gt;shes oso going throught the same stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she so stressed that she picked up smoking&lt;br /&gt;at 1st i didnt know abt all this&lt;br /&gt;than we were eating 2gether in makan place&lt;br /&gt;and dev called me wether wanna smoke&lt;br /&gt;so i said ok and that prepared to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she then asked me if she can tag along&lt;br /&gt;than i was like i'm going off to smoke la&lt;br /&gt;she said i know.. i oso want to smoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like ??? when eu started ???&lt;br /&gt;than she told me...&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. so stress untill pick up smoking&lt;br /&gt;hope she stop soon&lt;br /&gt;smoking isnt good for health !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft playing soccer in the morning and night of &lt;br /&gt;wednesday aka yesterday&lt;br /&gt;i'm fcuking shagged&lt;br /&gt;2day morning woke up&lt;br /&gt;my leggs were cramped up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant even walk properly&lt;br /&gt;damn pain too&lt;br /&gt;decide to rest for today and skipped sch&lt;br /&gt;by noon it was ok&lt;br /&gt;followed afiq to ica&lt;br /&gt;bugger just collected his biometric passport&lt;br /&gt;PULAU REDANG BRO !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than met farhan&lt;br /&gt;go bugis junction&lt;br /&gt;afiq bought himself brazalian pralia&lt;br /&gt;or wadeva its called...&lt;br /&gt;than went over to burger king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft that bought Q apple flavour this time&lt;br /&gt;oso damn nice&lt;br /&gt;finished it between me and afiq&lt;br /&gt;while farhan was smoking away&lt;br /&gt;we were also smoking btw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than home swit home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4250289006765486464-8036449417667834560?l=stickytale.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stickytale.blogspot.com/feeds/8036449417667834560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4250289006765486464&amp;postID=8036449417667834560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4250289006765486464/posts/default/8036449417667834560'/><link rel='self' 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