<?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-5050533502435249328</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:57:13.902-07:00</updated><category term='chicken pies'/><category term='grind our teeth and say YES'/><category term='golden age.'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>KILL THE LIL` LAMB . COM</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050533502435249328.post-797450188231350332</id><published>2009-08-15T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:23:22.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the rotting blog</title><content type='html'>w0oo this blog is rotting and down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SoZwUACT28I/AAAAAAAAAMo/XH7PHWIvR0k/s1600-h/DSC01816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370103094595279810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SoZwUACT28I/AAAAAAAAAMo/XH7PHWIvR0k/s320/DSC01816.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just like its owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-797450188231350332?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/797450188231350332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=797450188231350332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/797450188231350332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/797450188231350332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2009/08/rotting-blog.html' title='the rotting blog'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SoZwUACT28I/AAAAAAAAAMo/XH7PHWIvR0k/s72-c/DSC01816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050533502435249328.post-5855182682595050972</id><published>2009-05-21T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T01:22:41.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>say NO to cameras!</title><content type='html'>give me a C !&lt;br /&gt;give me a A !&lt;br /&gt;give me a M !&lt;br /&gt;give me a E !&lt;br /&gt;give me a R !&lt;br /&gt;give me a A !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its tiles up to C A M E R A. and this mechanism SUCKS. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;to the core... seriously =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why the heck, so many girls adore this stupid thing! worst thing ZZZ , my girl is so into it too.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;VAINPOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; IF YOU ARE READING THIS, DUDETTE =P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO... PLEASE KEEP THAT THING AWAY FROM ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you guys feel that its a hassle carrying it along with you. hahaha fearing to lose it anytime? and one cam sums up to few hundred bucks! then flashing it all around, you think what? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLAYING STARWARS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; lols. damn irritating, when we have to walk and pause halfway in front of a stupid flashing object, blinding your eyes with that searing flash of light. HELLO, one or two times, fine! i'll do it but its like 100pics a day? lets quote the extremist cam whores lah. imagine how many times do you have to blind yourself or rather walk and pause, walk and pause. #!&amp;amp;^$$%@$!  in addition, not all pics are acceptable or pass their QCs (quality checks) they will demand a retaking session. OMG, i tell you....... you feel like smashing that damn thing HAHAHAHA. and i really control myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, i'm not really 100% against taking photos lah, haha give you some chance k dear. there's advantages too. well, memories sake. memories are precious gifts extracted from destiny. honestly speaking, unless you find the wrong partner and u find out " argh those pics are craps".&lt;br /&gt;then u will get yourself emo when you dig up some photos of your partner however the guy/lady beside them ain't you.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUCH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion.... it still sucks LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-5855182682595050972?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/5855182682595050972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=5855182682595050972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/5855182682595050972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/5855182682595050972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2009/05/say-no-to-cameras.html' title='say NO to cameras!'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5050533502435249328.post-8717706829177382890</id><published>2009-05-14T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T11:29:50.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DISAPPROVAL</title><content type='html'>sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most unwanting new you can ever receive when you're in love and relationship with someone is that your parents do not consent it. though we're old enough to make our right decisions, however, something which doesn't gets through your parents is really a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;hais. sad fact is i've a empress dowager at home. ZZZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear, just to let you know that though she disapproves us but don't worry i won't let our love be affected by her. i know lately you've been rather affected and demoralize by the news but i just hope that you still show care and concern for me constantly. i'm quite demoralize by her too, nonetheless i swear it wouldn't stop me from continuing my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying goes, time heal all wounds. and i believe time can heal flaws too. its been 5years of time, its long enough dear. its becos you've changed thats why we're here back together. she doesn't know it, she has no rights to jump into conclusion yet. to me, i know things had change for the better. though within this years alot of things happen to you and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things which makes me reluctantly move on with you but i keep telling myself, you've your freedom to love someone else. its your decision to love them and give them your best shot. i won't blame you, except i'll just sigh in silence with slight depression i guess? hahaha. now that you're back by my side , its time to put those past behind us and move on. i admit that times to times during the late night all those bad memories haunt me, and i really feel so helpless and useless because there's nothing i can do bout it anymore. i've so much of anger and frustration to vent, really. quite sian 1/2 haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me some time, i know can i put those past behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for you, you really got to hang in there and hold on firmly to me. i'll be around, rest assure aights?! don't be so demoralize since dowager said it, prove her wrong! haha, well its not only you, others also can't pass this stage lah. (hopefully, this makes you feel better but its true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop skipping school, you know my patience level is running low already. be more sensible k. you're ain't that girl i know years back. you've change for the better, don't make me regret my choice. tell me your disagreements, tell me your frustration, let me be your teddy bear to vent your anger on. i'm always prepared! may be a stupid excuse for others but what i'm doing i've you at interest in heart. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiayou!&lt;br /&gt;loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to meet you later. and i know you'll see this soon. COS YOU AREN'T PAYING ATTENTION IN CLASS. SURFING NET.. KPO-ING BLOGS. damn you. BYE hahahaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-8717706829177382890?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/8717706829177382890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=8717706829177382890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/8717706829177382890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/8717706829177382890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2009/05/disapproval.html' title='DISAPPROVAL'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5050533502435249328.post-241975899040482294</id><published>2009-05-07T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:07:26.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HATRED FOR DONKEYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u know sometimes when u realize u cannot hit or scold your gf when you're angry, jealous, disappoint or bla bla.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what u can do. make her frustrated and angry hahaha. let her taste how you're feeling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch me guys!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eh darling. this is for you for making me EMO . take that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332987259167599426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SgKTqCZea0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/obZVUsZusk4/s320/07052009565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we take that fucking donkey out from the freezer to thaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is for you making me angry always!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332987253950967234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SgKTpu9u7cI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ilWCcZ9GLhE/s320/I+want.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we mince the fucking donkey into many bits, like how they break our hearts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is for you making me end up in hot soup for you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332987248532005890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SgKTpaxwJAI/AAAAAAAAAMA/EFP2AZ5KDvk/s320/07052009563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw the fucking donkey into the pot and boil !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how u make me feel stuffed up and bottled cos i can't hit you, nor scold you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332987250929418418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SgKTpjtVwLI/AAAAAAAAAMI/0-3ntJKiAVo/s320/07052009564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we vent it on the fucking donkey, put him into the micro-oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LASTLY, I KNOW EVERY GUY FEELS LIKE THAT ALWAYS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS WHEN YOUR GF MAKES YOU JEALOUS. YOU FEEL LIKE THROWING THEM OFF THE BUILDING. MAYBE JUMP OFF THE BUILDING! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, dont do that. we just have to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332987254516284082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SgKTpxEg-rI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6dL5985L5jQ/s320/07052009566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throw that fucking donkey out of the window! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT , WE SAY.................. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TAKE THAT BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;optional&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love you dear. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-241975899040482294?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/241975899040482294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=241975899040482294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/241975899040482294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/241975899040482294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2009/05/hatred-for-donkeys.html' title='HATRED FOR DONKEYS'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SgKTqCZea0I/AAAAAAAAAMg/obZVUsZusk4/s72-c/07052009565.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050533502435249328.post-4536550168028646472</id><published>2009-04-28T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:29:47.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golden age.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicken pies'/><title type='text'>Guess Who's Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh ya. needa briefly show you guys who's back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;many expressions will go ---&gt; : O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;some will go -----&gt; T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe, -----&gt; =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or? ----&gt; =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;perhaps... ---&gt; __-.-__&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahaha. well, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I DON'T CARE&lt;/span&gt; =X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329823359556652642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SfdWG130DmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2Vn9CJoa01o/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" /&gt; yupps. first she meddles with the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEXT,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329823676459598658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SfdWZSbXQ0I/AAAAAAAAALA/YBaa5a3gHAI/s320/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" /&gt; TOTAL OWNAGE. SHE WRESTLES THE DRUMLET. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha. introduction completed. guess what? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my head will be rolling in a moment after she sees this =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M NOT TAKING THIS DOWN. MUAHAHAHA~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lately.. doing nothing much spending most of my time with her. time is always precious. had a birthday drunkfest at beer belly. its Alan's birthday. HAHAHA that fucking drunkard 1plus lying down on sofa snoring. BIRTHDAY BOY goner. tsk tsk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;been on the roads and hitting petrol stations with POLARs pastries and puffs. looking for the ermmm, rare chicken pies. seriously after twelve, you at least need to search for it in 3-4 petrol kiosks. but. its WORTH. god darn serious bout this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think i'm falling deep into her again. i pray for the best. i trust her. and i believe this time it would turn out better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'LL KILL FOR THE PIES. mark my words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and yes! for friends who haven't seen me for ages. im doing fine. LOOK AT ME (BELOW) assorted pics lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329827697506307106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SfdaDV_mzCI/AAAAAAAAALY/cjyEnGU0R3Q/s320/genting+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEING BONED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329828010297194802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SfdaVjOw-TI/AAAAAAAAALg/i0SqmC1vWjM/s320/GENTING+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;GAY STUNTS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329828466207793522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SfdawFoUoXI/AAAAAAAAALo/Ow42wiAlZfU/s320/GENTING+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;70% DRUNKED. perhaps no chance to find a 100% one. maybe my birthday lah. wait a while =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329829861705034514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SfdcBUQyqxI/AAAAAAAAALw/hISaVziZ9Is/s320/DSC00030.JPG" border="0" /&gt; FOCUS'S ON HER CLOTHES. figure that out. everything's said on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-4536550168028646472?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/4536550168028646472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=4536550168028646472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/4536550168028646472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/4536550168028646472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Back.'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_OlBO4H1V0jk/SfdWG130DmI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2Vn9CJoa01o/s72-c/DSC00124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050533502435249328.post-5707161742399548367</id><published>2009-04-18T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T02:30:07.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a perfect trip. a perfect moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;though its just three days. its was really really addictive and makes me wanna stay on longer, perhaps forever? it wasn't becos the place was beautiful, the food was good or etc. Its because of you, everything felt wonderful. i'm grateful and thankful, as you really took efforts to plan the trip too, u squeezed out time for me even though it was a super duper uber last minute decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, however good things always come to an end. those perfect moment had to stop but i believe they would come back once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i felt good ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-5707161742399548367?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/5707161742399548367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=5707161742399548367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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YES'/><title type='text'>time to kick the Single status thoughts.</title><content type='html'>say bye bye to those lonesome nights. say bye bye to rendezvous. say bye bye to selfish thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many things would change once u switch status from single to attached. my belief, to maintain a quarrel-free yet perfect relationship is to keep quiet on certain stuffs and voice out only when needed. in a relationship u really have to suck thumb at times. things won't always be in the way we expect.&lt;br /&gt;Often, Man sees&lt;br /&gt;thing they want it to be. then to realize life is never a bed of roses. nothing is perfect and not everything can go according to how you want it to be. countless of factors that has to be brought into consideration. tsk tsk, sad fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man includes myself. many at times i wish and try to make things go the way i want it to be but then i slowly realize.. its not that easy because between this process i'd lose something or perhaps gain something.&lt;br /&gt;since we are the topic singles and attached lets quote an example then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times,  we wanna protect our partner. so we go all out to protect them, never did we know that the impression created actually sparkles the discussion of being protective and controlling. hmm then we feel helpless. damn helpless. i can't say its wrong or right. i can only say a balance control and protectism would help in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF we can't balance, my best suggestion is to shut up. grind your teeth and just let your partner do what they want. rather than to ignite those stupid ideas of being too protective over them.&lt;br /&gt;in a nutshell, just tell your partner... enlighten them. let them realize that if they consider for the latter feelings, the latter wouldn't have to be protective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything happens for a reason. let the experienced ones protect you, they've been through. you won't see it now but you'll as times go. don't worry everyone has a chance to be the experienced one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-3538505273895706182?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/3538505273895706182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=3538505273895706182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/3538505273895706182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/3538505273895706182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-to-kick-single-status-thoughts.html' title='time to kick the Single status thoughts.'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5050533502435249328.post-1097638231241922324</id><published>2009-04-07T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T02:34:16.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drink drank drunk dead died</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;one of the worst night yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to usual place Beer Belly for drinking, just wondering why all this drinking session must turn out to be KNOCK OUT session? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got cheers , toasted and challenged, so i drink drank swallow gurgled gobbled and drowned myself. fucking hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expected when i woke up this morning then the kick came. hahaha went to work in a drunken state. stenching from reeks of alcohol and got fucked by boss? jokes. vomited like free, head spinning like wheel of fortune. TORTUROUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fret not, SATURDAY is the day. i'll make sure my friends forget that they came drinking with me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            DEAD DIED DRUNK DROWN ANDDDDD DOWN!                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-1097638231241922324?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/1097638231241922324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=1097638231241922324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/1097638231241922324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/1097638231241922324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2009/04/drink-drank-drunk-dead-died.html' title='drink drank drunk dead died'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5050533502435249328.post-5036854645123645604</id><published>2009-04-04T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T11:31:33.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>Hey there folks. firstly, i welcome myself back and sorry for the disappearance. for those who msged me constantly for blog updates. Yuppies its back. No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you're wondering. hmm? ahh? eh?? oh? why this html!? haha. Solution's at the end of the post. AH HA no swearing please. Been busy with all the flowing in 21st birthdaySssSSss and flowing out of cash $$$. Party, bbq, chalets.. seriously what else man. guess i'll have mine special day in some revolving or rotating mechanism restaurant or hotel. Singapore's really darn small? ya? ya? i see u guys growling.. yeah yeah. it is. shit small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;                                                                              &lt;strong&gt;NO DOUBTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;no money for drinks. no money for parties. no money for this and that. fuck! -.- how i wish robbing doesn't falls into the &lt;strong&gt;crime&lt;/strong&gt; category. EASY money $_$  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;is it wrong to take things too seriously?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;is it wrong to take things too lightly?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;you'd say, " &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;depends lah! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  how about if someone doesn't have a lil sense of judging or rather to save him/her from embarassment misjudged? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can i place it in a way he/she has taken me too seriously while i've taken he/she too lightly or vice versa?  tsk tsk. Brain cells depleted because of all this stuffs revolving in my mind. constant nags.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I HAD ENUFF, BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-5036854645123645604?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/5036854645123645604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=5036854645123645604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/5036854645123645604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/5036854645123645604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2009/04/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5050533502435249328.post-1138587896694122313</id><published>2008-11-01T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T12:10:16.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ted cocks up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="this.style.color='#ff6619'" style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; COLOR: #528bc0; FONT-FAMILY: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" onmouseout="this.style.color='#528bc0'" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL. elmo, ted and daryl went for movie at SHAW today. lots of disagreement and quabbling bout what they gonna watch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;elmo says: fuck, we come wrong place lah. should have gone to plaza singapura to watch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;daryl says: aiya, anything man. just watch SAW V, i'm dying to watch it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ted says: (silent...........) finding a trash bin to throw his cigarette butt. 2 possibilities. its either he is so scared that he'd be fined. or he is darn considerate which possibilites rates 0%.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;elmo says : why not we go check it out whats in the house today first?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;daryl says: sure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;the 3 prince charmings strolled their way to the box office.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ted says: eh eh eh! watch BLINDNESS lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;elmo says: i'm easy with anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;daryl says: zzz. i wanna watch SAW V!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ted: blindness nice leh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;daryl says: hais. okay then ( the submissive guy always )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;elmo says: aunty, can we have 3 tics bla bla bla.... seat 1 2 3 row H.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;they bought the tics and headed for dinner first........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TIME FOR MOVIE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ted says: HERE'S THE TICS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;uncle shows them the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;here's the cocking up part! the handsome teddy leads his men to row L.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;elmo and daryl say: wtf? we didn't buy the seats so near to the screen lah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;daryl says: where's the tic?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ted says: throw away already, aiya cin cai lah ( means anything lah)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;daryl : *sucks thumb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;............... mins later..... 2 STRANGERS CAME BY. ERM..THIS IS OUR SEATS?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;daryl elmo stared at ted. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;if only ted don't cock up and make ourselves a fool in the presence public. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;thanks man ted. it was a major cock up and embarrassing moment teamed up with a "brilliant movie".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;GOOD JOB TED !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-1138587896694122313?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/1138587896694122313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=1138587896694122313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/1138587896694122313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/1138587896694122313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2008/11/ted-cocks-up.html' title='ted cocks up!'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5050533502435249328.post-3385571904420622940</id><published>2008-10-31T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:30:55.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk tsk. its hard to be a nice guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;like the saying goes.... its hard to be a nice person. well, it sort of proven its existance last night. hasty decisions, tight pressuring and fuck-ed up attitudes. hmm, if being a nice guy brings such craps back to myself, i rather watch people die, cry and beg for mercy as though a meteor is 1mm above their puny heads. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i helped you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you scowl at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i watch you die.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you curse at me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why not you tell me what can i do to make you feel better?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm tired of pleasing everyone. why do i have to be at such sacrifice. my eyebags. my wallet with threads loosening, forming tiny holes soon huge. my time. my parents. can i be like some of those out there who doesn't care a single shit and just do the things i wanna do, IN MY WAY? can i voice out my displeasure bout everything openly without considering anything too? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what makes you special and what makes me special? BITCH WE ARE BOTH HUMAN. mofo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;caught in the midddleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="this.style.color='#ff6619'" style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; COLOR: #528bc0; FONT-FAMILY: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" onmouseout="this.style.color='#528bc0'" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-3385571904420622940?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/3385571904420622940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=3385571904420622940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/3385571904420622940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/3385571904420622940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2008/10/tsk-tsk-its-hard-to-be-nice-guy.html' title='tsk tsk. its hard to be a nice guy'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5050533502435249328.post-3349375152158975581</id><published>2008-10-30T02:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T02:19:53.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morale Booster.</title><content type='html'>wow time flies. years back we're classmates studying same stuffs, joking and fooling around. who knows, a blink of an eye, she's now holding a prestigious job and its my dream job! she's an air stewardess! gosh~&lt;br /&gt;it really hits me hard to see people around me blooming and moving steady fast in life while i'm still stuck in NS with the pathetic education level. now i really understand why my parents always ask me study hard for O's. i promise, i'll make sure my children will do that or daddy's gonna spank ASSSS!&lt;br /&gt;though its rather demoralizing but then, i'll take this opportunity to know more and ask more bout the job so that i'll be doubly prepared for the interview. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i need now is just some hardwork and effort.&lt;br /&gt; - diploma&lt;br /&gt; - third language ( to secure my position )&lt;br /&gt; - complete NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then.......................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;SIA  HERE I COME~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-3349375152158975581?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/3349375152158975581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=3349375152158975581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/3349375152158975581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/3349375152158975581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2008/10/morale-booster.html' title='Morale Booster.'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5050533502435249328.post-5432913646729094507</id><published>2008-10-27T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T06:57:53.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON-LEAVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;weeee~  on leave for this week. boring man, army is really damn damn damn boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;okay, lets see what i'm up to recently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;back to playing basketball. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hanging out in cybercafes to play my past-time games( counter strike, dota &amp;amp; etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;walking aimlessly in shopping malls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;video games in arcades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;grabbing of sweets and plush toys in machines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahaha just trying all the activities i miss ever since i was enlisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hmmm those guys from my clique are going to serve thier NS too, one by one called up  LOL. next is my dear cousin, bert T_T   bon voyage LOLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-5432913646729094507?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/5432913646729094507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=5432913646729094507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/5432913646729094507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/5432913646729094507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-leave.html' title='ON-LEAVE'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5050533502435249328.post-4705663578431610889</id><published>2008-10-16T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T01:06:54.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>realized</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onmouseover="this.style.color='#ff6619'" style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; COLOR: #528bc0; FONT-FAMILY: verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" onmouseout="this.style.color='#528bc0'" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://images.friendster.com/images/friendster_logo1.gif" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos-174.friendster.com/e1/photos/47/13/77923174/1_920999739s.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;last night i had a long chat with a long lost special 1 of mine. no doubts, there were lots to catch up and clarifications going on. then only to realize, people in this world nowadays, choose to hear stories and not read stories. thus, lots and lots of misunderstanding, sparks of conflict and heated arguement resulted. why wanna lose something cherishable in an expense of a ignorant act? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;though its been long we talked to each other but den still i know she's still the same her maye with minor changes. her heart speaks words which brings a strong brew of hurts and sighs. signs of sick and tired of all these shit. now i know why she left me. i now realize too, if i was there for her, if i was alert enough to realize she's leaving to face all this alone, she wouldn't sound so battered. at least i know she won't trip and fall in my presence and i know i'll do my best to keep her protected, safe and sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hopefully things will be better now. since you're back here. don't go, leaving me ripped open.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-4705663578431610889?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/4705663578431610889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=4705663578431610889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/4705663578431610889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/4705663578431610889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2008/10/realized.html' title='realized'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5050533502435249328.post-4229900278037761081</id><published>2008-09-13T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:30:56.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing the parts and parcels in life.</title><content type='html'>missing my life i had so much. though it was quite a pampered young master life but i really enjoyed myself since i started serving Army. hmmm.. reminiscing bout it, damn! really been sometime since i really smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss my hair.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss my late nights.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss my outfits.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss my buddies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss earning lots lots lots of money.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss sleeping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss my freedom of speech.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss my freedom of actions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss the times i had while playing basketballs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss sitting infront of a photographer and teasing the crews.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss stealing dance moves while watching youtube. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss hitting the town making new friends (esp. the flocking babes =p).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss my teddy bear (i'm sorry baby =( , for neglecting you) .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just miss every single damn fuckshit i had. haa i'm now nourishing myself with a new language Japanese. gonna be one of my aid for the future job aspects. really studying so hard. i just need someone to communicate with me in Japanese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm. if everyone sit down and really think what they want in life. you'll realize there's really lots to do before achieving your goal. then u start to startle.... when u find out, theres really million and zillions of things to do, to learn and master. However, there's only this short dotted line -----of time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MOVE IT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-4229900278037761081?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/4229900278037761081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=4229900278037761081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/4229900278037761081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/4229900278037761081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2008/09/missing-parts-and-parcels-in-life.html' title='missing the parts and parcels in life.'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5050533502435249328.post-7826798601828339564</id><published>2008-09-11T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T03:59:45.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time to go. Me.</title><content type='html'>i believe its beeen a damn long drag till today. i must say its really time to go already. Humans don't hold on to a twig but a trunk, common sense, ya? In this reality i see in Singapore, i think happiness is really what everyone is looking out to. So don't hesitate! fight for your happiness, find it and earn it. i'll be leaving, i won't look back, definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;booking in soon and booking out soon too.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i've got lotsa things in hand and this time i'm not procrastinating anymore!&lt;br /&gt;i've have `em all done, i swear =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciaos&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-7826798601828339564?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/7826798601828339564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=7826798601828339564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/7826798601828339564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/7826798601828339564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-time-to-go-me.html' title='Its time to go. Me.'/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5050533502435249328.post-817816714491169758</id><published>2008-09-07T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:29:31.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen =(</title><content type='html'>Shit happens over and over. Leaving me stranded and forced "cleaner" of those mess. I was discharged from Tan Tock Seng Hospital yesterday afternoon. Initially, i thought i was gonna stay there for a day which later turned out to be a 4d3n package stay there.  My condition is.. i have difficulties in breathing and atypical chest pains. Now, im taken away from my Sergeant course in Artillery, great ~ . My dreams of being a section commander leading my men, pampering and fooling around with `em, DASHED. Next, my buddies are all making fun of me hahaha, its funny and something to laugh at, but.. somehow i'm really affected. Really wonder what's gonna happen to me in army for the next year,hmmm.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking back at the pictures we've taken years ago. noticed the changes in us. you've changed, me too =D how i wish we could be back there once again when we're all so innocent and bubbly. at least back then i know the smile we had on our faces weren't fake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quit smoking, daryl!  u can do it !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5050533502435249328-817816714491169758?l=killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/817816714491169758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5050533502435249328&amp;postID=817816714491169758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/817816714491169758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5050533502435249328/posts/default/817816714491169758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killthelittlelamb.blogspot.com/2008/09/fallen.html' title='fallen =('/><author><name>She will be loved.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11717527968469364977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
