<?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-1358203671627162872</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:25:16.911+08:00</updated><category term='rants'/><category term='bitch'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='school'/><category term='retarded'/><category term='lol'/><category term='abusive fuckers.'/><category term='L4D'/><category term='time..'/><category term='bullshits'/><category term='bitches'/><title type='text'>Pointless</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358203671627162872.post-3640840517030959089</id><published>2009-05-07T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:21:19.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog is dead. LOL. i dont have anything to post. lala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-3640840517030959089?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3640840517030959089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=3640840517030959089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3640840517030959089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3640840517030959089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-blog-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-7353817516264181058</id><published>2009-03-19T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:09:24.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someone get me a driving instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i passed my FTT woots. studying for FTT is a NO NO. u dont need to study to pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-7353817516264181058?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7353817516264181058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=7353817516264181058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7353817516264181058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7353817516264181058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/someone-get-me-driving-instructor.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-1538689331834450243</id><published>2009-03-02T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:26:27.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a fucked up dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt that my cousins had an incest relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fucked up can that be. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream was censored though I didn't see anything wrong. Lets just say it looks like a sex scene in a movie where they look like they're doing it for real but you just can't see any proper action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.. I've got a fucked up brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-1538689331834450243?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1538689331834450243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=1538689331834450243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/1538689331834450243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/1538689331834450243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-fucked-up-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-3427901014373028018</id><published>2009-02-27T01:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T01:13:35.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>L4D FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was a special game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that everyone did a very good job in whatever they were supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the game everyone was pretty nervous since they said that the people we were supposed to be playing against were like "pros".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, apparently we were more pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made stupid mistakes like startling the witch 2x for stupid reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was I pressed the wrong button. Wanted to melee but clicked fire. Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second I had no idea why because I was just running past. Well I was the black man so I should have been properly hidden since the background was rather dark too. Dam witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. Bloodharvest they played with 3 people. 1 person handicap they say. "Still can win" LOL. WTF WIN MY ASS BITCH. IT WAS A TOTAL TRASHING. HAHAHA. LIKE OMGWTFBBQ HAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF THE SCORE! 3000++ vs. 500-800++ that was more than 3x better woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like holyshit i'm super happy right now. expect a super hard game and end up the game fucking easy. THey even cheated for faster and more spawns but wtf? got use? OH NO. we still win. EVERY SINGLE MAP WE WIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIN WIN WIN WIN WIN. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-3427901014373028018?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3427901014373028018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=3427901014373028018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3427901014373028018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3427901014373028018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/l4d-ftw.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-5453734518277483143</id><published>2009-02-26T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:48:20.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SUCH A LIAR. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-5453734518277483143?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5453734518277483143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=5453734518277483143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/5453734518277483143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/5453734518277483143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-such-liar.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-1791183632904713632</id><published>2009-02-20T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:28:35.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. I had a dream - not L4D but a rather strange one nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dream, some distant relative whom I had never heard of died, leaving me with his fortune of 1Billion. I was rich =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in the dream first off I gave away 500k each to my friends. Don't know why I was so generous but hey, it's a 1 billion inheritance. Well I invested 100million, saved 500million for later use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was a really rich fuck after school and NS I decided to go overseas for my studies. Well I think I'm crazy cause a rich fuck is supposed to enjoy life. Well the strange thing was that, the dream ended when the plane I was on the way to Australia crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. what a dream. I think I'm going retarded. Someone help. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-1791183632904713632?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1791183632904713632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=1791183632904713632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/1791183632904713632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/1791183632904713632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/right.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-8994886273340274731</id><published>2009-02-19T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:36:40.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='retarded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L4D'/><title type='text'>Continuation of L4D dream</title><content type='html'>Well I suppose I have some super powers. My efforts of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Playing L4D before I sleep&lt;br /&gt;2. Thinking about L4d before I sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. Wanting to continuing my dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have finally been effective. I've continued the L4D dream woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. To start it off, I'll say that in my dream, sorry weichoy. We all decided not to pick you up because you were too far. Bishan's a headache you know. Hong, we'll avenge your cowardly death even though it might not be that worth it. Even Keat was fighting barehanded and you had to jump to your death. Fredrick, Zac and Big Jon. You fools had to pick that good day to go to Suntec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the dream. So after we picked up everyone, we went to the army camp near TMS. That armoured unit or something. We broke in and kinda ransacked the whole place. Well OMGWTFBBQ a tank came and smashed our bus. On the spot CS and Keat got incapacitated cause Keat was alrdy injured and CS was just plain unlucky that Keat fell on him and pinned him down. The rest of us did try to fight of the bloody tank but thanks to dunno who, that person shot a boomer and then BOOM. Hordes came and blah blah they started swarming us. YX went mad and was shouting something about GY ma. I got screwed by hordes cause Mary abandoned me to save Jon. Bryan was shouting "Ahloha the boomer exploded" and running around. Dont ask me why Bryan was like that because I have no idea why my dream's this retarded also. 2 other people we picked up on the way died after tank threw a rock on them. Bless their poor souls. Well to skip the drama part. All of us got incapacitated and I tot we were doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise surprise!! Bryan saved the day. He got his fat ass into a real tank and started gunning away the fuckin zombies. Woots. I don't even know how he managed to move the tank. Anyways it became a 1v1 fight between the 2 tanks and of course Bryan won. So Bryan saved the day! Hurray.  We went on searching the army camp and found some government secret weapon. Lightsabers LOL. But there were only 3 so it was YX Keat and Me who got the lightsabers. Jon didn't want a sword, CS decided that guns were more fun. We decided not to let bryan have a lightsaber cause in the dream he was abit mad. We also picked up a couple of bazookas (holy shit yes I know bazookas pawn) and stole a 3 humvees. Woots. There was 7 of us, it was 2 to a humvee exept the last one. Yx and Cs and Bryan, Jon and Mary, Me and Keat. Bryan was taking care of our ammo and he was the bazooka man in case something happened. For my humvee Keat was on the machine gun cause he wanted to kill (that fucking beng) and then I cant remember about the other 2 humvees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, next we also decided to head to tekong cause apparently it was an outpost which was supposedly safe (heard it on the radio) Okay now the cool thing was when we reached pasir ris, Holy shit we heard over the fuckin radio that the outpost was under attack. Awesome shit was that they had 2 new infected. The witch queen and a super tank. I don't know about the queen but they were shouting over that she was fucking imba. The super tank was some kind of hybrid. Apparently that fucker before he became infected was a smoker (Smoker), a bodybuilder (Tank), a very sports person (Hunter) and basically also fat. That's why he was like everything. Damn. Think about it. The speed of a hunter, den from far it can smoke you, it's super strong like a tank and it can vomit on you. Kanina... comfirm die already la the next time I dream unless we suddenly find a gundam. Okay since it's a dream maybe i'll try to dream it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Gundam SG: Left 4 Dead. Cool anime siaaaaa. hahhahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. mary i hope you get well soon and don't turn into an infected. Keat i'll try to bring in a gundam for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-8994886273340274731?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8994886273340274731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=8994886273340274731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/8994886273340274731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/8994886273340274731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/continuation-of-l4d-dream.html' title='Continuation of L4D dream'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-8917730668298203764</id><published>2009-02-12T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:58:11.504+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L4D'/><title type='text'>Today is composition day. LOL.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I had the continuation of my L4D dream again finally after much hard work of trying to lucid dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it was still Me Jon YX and Mary sad to say. However, that was only at the start. We broke into some police station and found some guns there. I have no idea why there were guns in a police station anyways. Unlike L4D where u fucking carry only 1 gun, we had dual pistols at the side, a 2 shotguns slung behind and each of us carried 1 shotgun. Talk about firepower. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well basically we were screwed since SG became almost totally kaboomed by the infected. We tried calling the rest of the guys but somehow the phones didn't work. So we decided to try our luck and run around. YX was our driver lol. we stole an SBS bus from the interchange and just drive and drive. Den we arrived at cs's house and when we cleared our way up. WOOTS! His house was a safehouse! HAHA. NExt stage had CS joining us. So now we had uh 5 people. We went to Hong's house next but that fool commited suicide just as we arrived. Jumped down his flat. Reached bryan's house and found him still reading manga and watching anime. WTF right? The whole of SG being fucked up by infected and Bryan's still reading manga and watching anime. Well I don't know how he was still alive but we got him and our SBS journey continued to Keat's house. Guess what? Keat was there fighting infected with his fucking karate. LOL. Some fucking punching and kicking. He almost went mad alrdy cause Fifi had been killed by a smoker. He didn't have a gun so he couldn't save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my dream ended something like that anyways. Not too much action but it was pretty fun if u were the one dreaming it. Imagine having an SBS bus full of ammo. Den you're smashing through infected and trying to gather your friends 1 by 1. I love this kinda of shit. Well I'll post the dream again once I've managed to dream about it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-8917730668298203764?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8917730668298203764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=8917730668298203764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/8917730668298203764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/8917730668298203764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-is-composition-day-lol.html' title='Today is composition day. LOL.'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-5590375097432391158</id><published>2009-02-10T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T21:45:09.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's BTT AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I know that I basically know everything and I did keat's 300qns like 3x alrdy that I can almost memorise the answers. Still, there's this naggin feeling that I'ld fail it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit. This is really bad. I've never felt so not confident of something I'm supposed to be confident in. Well I suppose this is not like canoeing where I know I shouldn'd win but I win. Now it's the opposite. LOL. I know I should pass but I'm freaking gonna fail. God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I had this dream on Mon. Almost got me late for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream was fucking cool anyways. It was L4D Singapore. LOL. Okay basically the dream started with the infection. People dropping dead here and there. Anyways it started in Woodlands and Tuas area, blame the Malaysians. Den we were like safe in the east for awhile. Until one day fucking hell. I was in the lift den I realised my block tio infected already, luckily only abit. Den this infected got into my lift to cut the story short. I killed him and ran into my house. FUCK, den there was this hunter camping me and I almost died. Luckily I got into my house. Den I duno what happen the dream fast forward until I was at TM with Jon Yx n Mary and I fucking woke up. Anyways the dream was cool cause besides the weapons there was like fire extinguisher. Sprayed right in the fucking boomer's mouth before I woke up to go to schoo. (Another reason to hate school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, too bad I tried but cant complete the dream. Nvm. I'll try to complete it tonight den fucking pass my BTT tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys for waiting. Lol. I'll bring u back to life in L4d. It'ld be more than just Jon Yx n Mary this time. Lawl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-5590375097432391158?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5590375097432391158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=5590375097432391158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/5590375097432391158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/5590375097432391158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-1444992367019007253</id><published>2009-01-30T01:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:24:45.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year has been rather interesting this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly despite the bad economy, I felt that I did receive quite a bit of cash. (I would not say how much in case someone reads this and decides to steal it from me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was surprising is that my 3rd aunt didn't give me as much as she would normally give. She normally gives the guys more and well, this year she gave me the same amount as my sister. Either she gave the wrong hongbao, or she's treating me like a girl now. Damn. Then at my AhGong's house, holy shit. I finally realised what cheapskates they all were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Dad's side gave like $20/ packet while Mum's side gave $4/ packet. Horrible! Don't they know what's $4 in chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the main thing was that I believe that since they gave me $4 and I had like 10 packets of $4. It was like DIE x10. LOL. No wonder this year was a bad year for gambling. Damn the retarded feng shui asshole who said that it's a Fa Cai year for Snakes. (He did say it's more prominent in the 2nd half of the year but losing $50 is not ideal for a fa cai year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Well that was  the First day anyway. The second day was much better. The people whom I don't really know but are some how related to me gave $10/packet instead of the usual $6-$8. Bless them in this time of horrible money problems. Oh, I'm glad I decided to go also cause the pretty girl cousin twice removed or whatever spent time talking to me. HAHA. She was so cute. She's like older than me and working now. Awesome shit was I never knew she was from TMS. I think she's 22 or 23. Cant remember since it wasn't that important. Anyways, I go there every Chu 2 for as long as I remembered and this was the first time she talked to me. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chu 3 was stupid. Spent the whole day doing stupid research for my stupid project. Shit heads at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Chu 4 was normal. Caught InkHeart, not a bad film. Not a good one either. Was just normal to waste time away. What was really interesting was this retarded girl who had this wierd laughter in the theater. Holy shit. Every funny part in the show, U'll hear her laughter. It was kind of like Bryan's laughter - just louder, higher pitched and more husky. That's why it's wierd. High-pitched husky laughter. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after that was to my Year1 Sem1 classmates's house. Total of uh.. 7 of us were there. Yes we gambled and I fucking lost money again. I think I lost around say.. $4+ ? bad luck Considering I was betting peanuts like 20cents. After that was Yu Sheng. Fun shit. Me SP and WX all try snatch the raw salmon. I ate like 8 pieces though. Oh.. We decided to have a raw salmon yusheng. LOL. Just raw salmon den we'ld have wasabi sauce and the cracker thing. Good Shit. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the place around 11 and I travelled all the way back to Pasir Ris from Boon Lay. Yes Boon Lay Holy Shit What The Fuck BBQ. HAHA. One end to the other end. Journey didn't really last that long since I was training Sephiroth. I just can't win Sephiroth and Tidus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam Chong. U are a fool to have ur save file deleted. I will laugh at u personally the next time I see u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sake Tomorrow with my mum and 2 other people I haven't seen in a long time. I think I'll blog about it tomorrow. It will be a story telling post next. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-1444992367019007253?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1444992367019007253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=1444992367019007253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/1444992367019007253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/1444992367019007253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-434363169967392848</id><published>2009-01-20T08:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T08:47:30.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay it's been a long long time since i've last bloged. Well.. i have this bad feeling that nothing is ever going well ehough for me. like holy shit. tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been flunking test i've got in school and i've flunked my fucking btt even though i aced the fuckin e-trials. damnit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going through a keat patch in life. now i know what it's like to be keat. hahahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no offence keat. but u say urself tht ur life's fucked up. mine's pretty hit a fuck spot right now and woots! for a pure clean world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-434363169967392848?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/434363169967392848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=434363169967392848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/434363169967392848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/434363169967392848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-its-been-long-long-time-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-2279367980180462644</id><published>2009-01-08T08:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T08:42:40.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>guys... i failed my BTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE HOLY SHIT OMGWTFBBQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha.. seriously. something is wrong with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-trial i can pass both papers.. i duno why actual one i cant. this is like bad la. now i need to waste $6 to take again. hahaha. i think the next time i will fail also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. if i fail, it's time to be different. i'm gona be a pilot. and all you fools listen. u laugh.. later next time i'll be the one piloting your damn plane to another country. HAHAHAH CRASH THE FUCKIN PLANE DEN U KNOW! hahahahahhaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-2279367980180462644?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2279367980180462644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=2279367980180462644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/2279367980180462644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/2279367980180462644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2009/01/guys.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-9123272684201831067</id><published>2008-12-29T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:27:03.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hai. nothing to blog about. life's pretty much BORING during the damn holidays. wake up - eat - sleep. thats life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-9123272684201831067?l=whatsthepointofthis.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-1358203671627162872.post-2566154237875207193</id><published>2008-12-22T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:42:05.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored. work sucked&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-2566154237875207193?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2566154237875207193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=2566154237875207193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/2566154237875207193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/2566154237875207193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/12/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-2684618310771494425</id><published>2008-12-01T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:49:34.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got trannies in my class... 3 of em to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tranny 1 came to class with blue eyeshadow. woots..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/STP31tpJOXI/AAAAAAAAACY/EkaJiQh4_tM/s1600-h/cheryl.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/STP31tpJOXI/AAAAAAAAACY/EkaJiQh4_tM/s320/cheryl.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274832090738276722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is tranny 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;tranny 2 appeared after 1st break with a white face and super eye-lined eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Picture unavailable due to extreme disgusting features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tranny 3 appeared at the same time with tranny 2.. oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/STP31iwgGdI/AAAAAAAAACg/vuHqokDTkOk/s1600-h/jolin.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/STP31iwgGdI/AAAAAAAAACg/vuHqokDTkOk/s320/jolin.php.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274832087816346066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is tranny 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;okay folks. i'm sorry i didnt get to take a tranny picture for you cause it'ld be rude you see. they're still my classmates after all.. tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now try imagining tranny 1 with really blue eyeshadow and long lush eyelashes thick and black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tranny 2 would be impossible to explain so fuck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tranny 3.. lol. she's the worst according to votes in class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now imagine her eye brows.. long and black. extending way beyond her current above picture eyebrow. next will be a pale face. something like edward cullens in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; except erm.. more white? Lol. then will be the black black eyes filled with eyeliner, pink eyeshadow. woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although the picture doesn't really show. BOY does she have susage lips. HAHAHA. so add in thick lips along and you have tranny no.3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i just love my class. the excitement that group of girls bring..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/72678/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-2684618310771494425?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2684618310771494425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=2684618310771494425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/2684618310771494425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/2684618310771494425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/12/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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/_ovEnmxu1lTo/STP31tpJOXI/AAAAAAAAACY/EkaJiQh4_tM/s72-c/cheryl.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358203671627162872.post-8245873942448022993</id><published>2008-12-01T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:13:32.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh. work's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more pussy face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more kappa demon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more no hear boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. this was a baaaad show. i sold nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i counted my sales. i'll prolly earn around $270.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$270 over 3 days would be $90 a day which is not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I did hit my target =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-8245873942448022993?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8245873942448022993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=8245873942448022993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/8245873942448022993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/8245873942448022993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-280977627058486839</id><published>2008-11-21T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:10:49.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belle the magnet for danger</title><content type='html'>alright people. twilight's the love! hahahs great awesome book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read it and i feel gay all over hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the first quarter of the book's really retarded and didnt catch my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's after that when the addiction comes in like WOOSH. hahahaaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished twilight quite fast despite being packed with retarded things like floorball (which i own)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading next book in the series now.. moonlight and WOOTS it's even better. hahahaha. movie's comming out for twilight i think.mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways next thing to talk about is JAMMING. hahahah i never loved jamming so muchbefore. lol. everyone was super high and we did nonsense yet it was really fun and still productive at the same time. didnt' use to be that fun. guess getting a proper singer really made it fun with everyone helping one another singing and doing their own stuffs. ohhhh yeeeaaaaa!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-280977627058486839?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/280977627058486839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=280977627058486839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/280977627058486839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/280977627058486839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/belle-magnet-for-danger.html' title='Belle the magnet for danger'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-8431946203535242718</id><published>2008-11-19T01:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:02:55.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol... i'm a floorball pro. HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bullshit laaa. i'm going to play floorball for my school. the fun thing is that, my school and another school does not have any members in the floorball school team. so naturally the choice would be to NOT participate in the inter-sch competition. but some smart alecs decide to, so here we are HAVING TO PLAY floorball against the school floorball team. wow! hahaha. it's like trying to play soccer with an S-league team. o wells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall prevail because i am a talent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-8431946203535242718?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8431946203535242718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=8431946203535242718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/8431946203535242718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/8431946203535242718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/lol_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-2170436624294127265</id><published>2008-11-09T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T19:19:44.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol. the people from church asked me back there today. so i went since there was nothing to do. and it's still boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sooooo boring down there they start talking about christian singers and whatever. worse, they try to make a rock song sound pop by singing in that "as high as possible" kinda voice. lol.. sian.. wasted 5hrs of my life today going back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-2170436624294127265?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2170436624294127265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=2170436624294127265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/2170436624294127265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/2170436624294127265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-2715980600047545467</id><published>2008-11-05T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:54:26.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay. school started again. no more boring whole day stay at home and rot shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i downloaded fifa09 for pc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas. that game is the bomb ! ahahs. you use your mouse to play wow! first time using mouse to shoot and pass balls. like playing dota. can use fifa train dota liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-2715980600047545467?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/2715980600047545467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=2715980600047545467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/2715980600047545467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/2715980600047545467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-6943624629800304589</id><published>2008-11-01T14:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:35:39.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hai. i think i'm gonna fail my project. the stupid ASSesor kept asking me stupid questions like why i never do this why i never do that. Can't they use their brain to think? If can obviously i will do right? what makes them think that whatever i'm didn't do is even possible. how the hell am i supposed to get survey answers from editors and CEOs, they are just stupid. the small fry journalists dont even wanna reply my email already. i bet it's cause they see my email from rp then they heck care. afterall rp's such a screwed up school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fuck. i'm pissed off with expectations. you have your expectations i have mine. dont impose your expectations on me. i do what i feel is good enough, i know myself best cause i'm a genius. fucking retard facilitators dont know me well and want to impose their expectations on me. well a FUCKYOU to that. if i'm already the best in class and u give me a lousy grade cause i dont meet your expectations SO BE IT. cause this is retarded that u give someone a better grade for doing lousier than me but still meeting ur expectations or exceeding it. it's unfair. the class should be graded fairly and not biased. if so i rather u have low expectations of me cause i dont give a damn about this retarded school =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i got a B for that fag's lesson. if you dont know which fag refer to the tiny faggot face 1 or 2 post below. well to recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson1 with him: i participated in class, answered question posted to the team, did my worksheet, presented quite well. a B or A i would say but i still get C. why? cause he said i did not meet his expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson2 with him: i didnt talk, i played games the whole day, i slept during other team's presentation and i got a B. what comments the fucker gave me? Thanks for sharing in class. good work. blah blah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my 天.. how stupid can a person get? i dont know whether it's cause his expectations of me dropped (highly impossible since he's the kind of high expectations guy) or whether it's cause he felt guilty about last week (then give me an A u fucker) or better still, he did not even notice me! which could be the problem since i was totally invinsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells... rp sucks. that's my opinion and you fuckers cant sue me for defamation - slander. woots! it's first hand info- purely comments. besides this blog is ment for frends only. if someone comes and see this, too bad. i did not INTENT for anyone other than friends to see this. so u see. NO CASE FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does this say? that fag's expectation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-6943624629800304589?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/6943624629800304589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=6943624629800304589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/6943624629800304589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/6943624629800304589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/11/hai.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-7826471743556489221</id><published>2008-10-29T12:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:56:50.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah shit.. life's so boring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-7826471743556489221?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7826471743556489221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=7826471743556489221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7826471743556489221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7826471743556489221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/10/ah-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-5878481784171101451</id><published>2008-10-21T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:43:47.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SP1A2r0Qv7I/AAAAAAAAACI/30Aox2meRJw/s1600-h/ShowImage.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SP1A2r0Qv7I/AAAAAAAAACI/30Aox2meRJw/s320/ShowImage.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259431248057647026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. THIS FUCKER IS A FUCKING BASTARD. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this creamed face asshole gave me a FUCKING C. he gave my teammembers B and they did NOTHING AT ALL. wahlaoooooooooooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian siaaaa. piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall do research&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research qn: The attitude of Dennis Yim towards weijie in class with regards to grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypothesis: Dennis is a fucker who is biased against weijie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test results: Week 1. comparing weijie and zaki. Both did similar amount of work and put in similar amount of effort as agreed with 10 people. weijie got a C while zaki got an A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 2. both not going to do work. so we shall seeee.. research is still pending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. IF I GET A FUCKING C it means the effort i put in was USELESS =D&lt;br /&gt;if i get D means well he's fucked up since u only give D to people who really suck and i DONT SUCK. comeon!!! i'm like 3.75 student please. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o wells.. i bettach dennis has a plot up his shiny forehead. we shall see.. who wins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-5878481784171101451?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5878481784171101451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=5878481784171101451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/5878481784171101451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/5878481784171101451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SP1A2r0Qv7I/AAAAAAAAACI/30Aox2meRJw/s72-c/ShowImage.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358203671627162872.post-7585286138110033718</id><published>2008-10-17T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:47:19.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i bought new shoes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my old soccer shoes had holes in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was amazing was that when i used them, i got no blisters!! hahas. i think that ever since i started trying to play soccer on a regular basis, my skin toughened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school i tried playing soccer in school again after so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a bad idea because it was full of retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this retarded ahbeng wanna be who came to our court and told us to share court. half court bball half court soccer. WOW. are they fucking retards or WHAT. hahahaha. SOCCER 10 ppl with HALF COURT. NABEI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got fucking pissed with him cause WE CAME FIRST and he DEMANDED for us to share. i duno why our court out of the other 3. so i went up to him and scold and insulted him. lol. den his friends come i scared liao. but i still pretend. end up the other ppl say just let them use so no choice la. hai... if only keat was with me. can own them. those chao ahbeng. KEAT WILL KILL THEM with his fist of knives or something. lol. that will be so awesome woots!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-7585286138110033718?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7585286138110033718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=7585286138110033718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7585286138110033718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7585286138110033718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-bought-new-shoes-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-4935620495911372233</id><published>2008-10-14T11:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T11:11:57.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL.HAHAHAHAHHH IM BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOTS. im fucking pissed with my class now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i was too bz trying to adapt to the whole new environment in class but guess what? FUCK IT. ahahhahaaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. the class is fucking retarded cause there are like 5 bitches inside who are fucking sluts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. this is turning into some gossip girl shit. they think they the "IT" group. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whole day talk about clubbing which guy's hot who make out with who. lol. they even have matching tatoos woooooooo. hahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i'll try to blog more often. THIS BLOG IS ALIVE AGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-4935620495911372233?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4935620495911372233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=4935620495911372233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4935620495911372233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4935620495911372233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/10/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-3209060720303952757</id><published>2008-08-15T12:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T12:48:10.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My projected got rejected. AHAHA. I need to redo and resubmit. FUCK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I gona get info on ST? Everything's so secret. sush sush..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-3209060720303952757?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3209060720303952757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=3209060720303952757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3209060720303952757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3209060720303952757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/aiyoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-4460467644985542968</id><published>2008-08-09T00:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T00:40:39.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF IS PP</title><content type='html'>Dam. I hate PP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sickening personal profiling G902 module should just bite the dust. I have no idea why they want us to have this retarded module. Like why bother to profile a subject?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 word essay my fuck. What can you profile in 2000 words? You need like 20,000 words to profile something properly and in detail. This 2000 word crap is rubbish. It ought to be called Puberty Program. It's like going through puberty all over again with the fucking mood swings and frustrations you get at the lack of resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the whole day today was supposed to be spend on the puberty fuck shit but I ended up being distracted. Shit man, I had to rush like a power dog for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a breather right now, from all that stress at my growing cock hair. (It's puberty remember?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The executive summary we were supposed to have with our report could jolly well be the report itself, why should we have the in details part? After all, the executive summary is normally more read than the report itself. People want quick now of days. Sheehs. It's like telling someone "I'm gona fuck your ass" before saying: "here's what i'm gonna do, i'm gona take a condom, wear it and slowly insert it into your......" Get my point? The next part's pretty much REDUNDANT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the trouble with the citation and referencing. Like WTF I'm suppose to almost reference every single shit information I have. What happened to general knowledge. I regreted picking that shit topic. I should have picked something like "You'll Never Walk Alone - A Study of Liverpool Football Club" Like YEAH! Instead of Potter's 5 forces, I could have something like Benitez's 5 Forces. Things like SWAT can be their football formations, their history and WTF. It would have been SO COOL. Argh damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll prolly finish up the shity puberty by 10+ tomorrow and become a real man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots! Soccer Soccer Soccer!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this after 12 so to me, it's still considered 8th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck National Day - I don't feel Singaporean but I love this place nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;What's this place called again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-4460467644985542968?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4460467644985542968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=4460467644985542968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4460467644985542968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4460467644985542968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/wtf-is-pp.html' title='WTF IS PP'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-1764114308460590151</id><published>2008-08-06T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T17:28:03.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie</title><content type='html'>HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a zombie today for mary-ann's movie. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who I was fighting? KEAT - Ahbeng. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ahbeng was in his natural role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had to fight me the zombie. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SJluBXIObRI/AAAAAAAAACA/q5oRiFB1fiM/s1600-h/Image234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SJluBXIObRI/AAAAAAAAACA/q5oRiFB1fiM/s320/Image234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231333411834981650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wootz. my face so white, eyes so black, lips so red. i dont know how this seems zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;haha. the shit was fun anyways. i got like 4 cuts on my nose cause in that fighting scene, i had to jump on keat and fight with him. den he had to throw a dustbin basket on my head and smack me with a book. well the first take he hit from the top it was fine. 2nd take he wack the book right in my face and WTF. gone case. it wasnt pain but it was itchy. lol.. cant scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keat u fuck u disfigured me. ho ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing was fun.&lt;br /&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/1358203671627162872-1764114308460590151?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1764114308460590151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=1764114308460590151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/1764114308460590151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/1764114308460590151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/zombie.html' title='Zombie'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SJluBXIObRI/AAAAAAAAACA/q5oRiFB1fiM/s72-c/Image234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358203671627162872.post-36819391111703045</id><published>2008-08-04T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:44:47.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets talk about Cabs</title><content type='html'>Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In today's Today, there was this article about cabbies being victims from abusive passangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I find that stupid and retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, screw the people who take cabs and hit the cabbie then run away. What's wrong with them! Run den run away la. What for you hit the cabbie. That is seriously stupid. Like the cabbies have it hard already with the super expensive fare that deters potential customers. Now they have people who hit cabbies on the rise, and even run away without paying. The world is seriously getting screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything in Singapore's on the rise anyways. Crimes like this cabbie punching thing, Prices of every single thing. Like Dam..... Food used to be cheap, in school canteens. Now it's normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food courts used to be the cheaper solutions, now it's as expensive as fast food restaurants. Jeeze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we come to the next topic on that KFC ad which I believe is TOTALLY STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;Now cab fare so expensive.. and taxi fare come up to 5.95&lt;br /&gt;HAHA WHAT RUBBISH. O wells.. post modernism advertisement arn't supposed to make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. im gona go take a dump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-36819391111703045?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/36819391111703045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=36819391111703045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/36819391111703045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/36819391111703045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-talk-about-cabs.html' title='Lets talk about Cabs'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-3236017272398043533</id><published>2008-08-04T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:58:38.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my sis's b'day today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Sister! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave wanted to give her $10 but she didnt want. too bad lorh. hahas. i save money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-3236017272398043533?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3236017272398043533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=3236017272398043533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3236017272398043533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3236017272398043533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-my-siss-bday-today-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-8790185973567962680</id><published>2008-08-03T22:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:01:58.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SJXIRAu63QI/AAAAAAAAABo/FPRC4NDtEM4/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SJXIRAu63QI/AAAAAAAAABo/FPRC4NDtEM4/s320/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230306736840826114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SJXIFt8Sj2I/AAAAAAAAABg/XvZaRf3SglA/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SJXIFt8Sj2I/AAAAAAAAABg/XvZaRf3SglA/s320/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230306542818070370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well.. I love my Karen =D&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/1358203671627162872-8790185973567962680?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8790185973567962680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=8790185973567962680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/8790185973567962680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/8790185973567962680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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://bp1.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SJXIRAu63QI/AAAAAAAAABo/FPRC4NDtEM4/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358203671627162872.post-7172077013014522217</id><published>2008-08-03T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:58:12.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do, if your girlfriend has a baby&lt;br /&gt;You're not even 20&lt;br /&gt;You're still schooling&lt;br /&gt;You're not working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go for an abortion?&lt;br /&gt;Would you keep the baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I even wondering about such things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I watch the news too much. All about the abortions, all about the younglings getting pregnant. Kewl Sheit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-7172077013014522217?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7172077013014522217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=7172077013014522217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7172077013014522217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7172077013014522217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-1926207886670731356</id><published>2008-08-03T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:51:27.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering. People say condoms are 97% efficient. Birth control pills are 99% efficient. So if you take birth control pills and put on a condom, does it mean 100% no babies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, since when is it 100%? Nothing's absolute in this world, that's for sure. Dr. Chris Woo (Mr Queer in your ass) has already explained. So, the question is, how do we prevent pregnancy for NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as safe sex, only safer sex. Does that mean the fools who are using condoms now are idiots cause they are at risk of unwanted pregnancy? SHIT! Does that mean that people underage cannot have a regular sex life? lol. I find this super interesting. So even if we use protection - we still get kids. Meaning you could be a 14yr old idiot, fucking happily using a condom, having not a care in the world that ur partner or YOU could be getting pregnant and then one day, THE PERIOD DOES NOT COME! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, the element of surprise. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.. Unless someone invents some protection that is 100% safe from pregnancy, I doubt pre-maritial sex's something that should be done, especially when we can't support a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn.. abortions. hai. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-1926207886670731356?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1926207886670731356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=1926207886670731356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/1926207886670731356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/1926207886670731356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-7165964361770453782</id><published>2008-08-03T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:40:25.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woots!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's august already! ho ho.. a few more weeks to dear's b'day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my.. wahha. im gona so surprise her for her b'day.&lt;br /&gt;these few days keep telling her rubbish abt all the nonsense that i will be giving her den end up telling her IM JOKING. wahaha. build up the suspense for her. let her be so confused den when she see the present i giving her. she will faint! wahah. this is interesting shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KEAT. LOL. u are a troublesome person. oh my mymymymymymy 天。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give you my support. when u need someone to talk to. i'll be there for u. lol.. i cant help laughing la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ur problems.. really so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. today's soccer was rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;played streetsoccer since duno when. wahlao. there was no place to run. in that small tiny square with like 5 on each side. how the hell. and it was also super tiring i duno why. must keep running here n there to find place when the place is also rubbish. o wells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changsong has a problem.which i think it's like.. how to solve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably wont be able to understand as well as he can. afterall, who can see better than himself. all i can do is assure him nothing's wrong with his far far away happiness. lol. it'll probably come back to him like my bonnie. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changsong. this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Ting Ting lies over the Ocean&lt;br /&gt;My Ting Ting lies over the Sea&lt;br /&gt;My Ting Ting is now in New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;Oh bring back my Ting Ting to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring back, Oh bring back!&lt;br /&gt;Oh bring back my Ting Ting to me, to me!&lt;br /&gt;Come back! Oh Come back!&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ting Ting please come back SG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-7165964361770453782?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7165964361770453782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=7165964361770453782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7165964361770453782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7165964361770453782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/08/woots-its-august-already-ho-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-7770316822948200990</id><published>2008-07-29T14:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:41:43.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i almost beat up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt;. not that im racist or anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that mother fucker. took my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;psp&lt;/span&gt; go hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE FUCKING THOUGHT TOOK HIS MP3 when it was someone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;duno&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;iq&lt;/span&gt;. i tell him not me already. he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; want believe. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WASNT&lt;/span&gt; EVEN IN CLASS WHEN IT TOOK PLACE. i went out of class earlier than him, came back to class after him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; IDIOT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;SIA&lt;/span&gt;. what a fucking stupid pig. i never see someone who suspected another person of something when it's OBVIOUSLY NOT that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;duno&lt;/span&gt; why someone as stupid as him who cannot see logical things can get A's in class. maybe cause he bullshit too much. bullshit until cannot think properly, everything which comes out is bullshit.  wait.. in the first place. HE ONLY TALKS BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that conceited bastard.. always give that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lan&lt;/span&gt; face.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;wahpiang&lt;/span&gt; eh. anyways. i take back everything from my first few posts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;.N.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;. i realised that.. opinions can change.. maybe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ahbeng&lt;/span&gt; in me accepts him... (everyone has an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ahbeng&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ahlian&lt;/span&gt; in them)..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-7770316822948200990?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7770316822948200990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=7770316822948200990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7770316822948200990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7770316822948200990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/lol-wtf.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-4990637457253096390</id><published>2008-07-28T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:53:29.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost $80 to someone in the house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;日防夜防 家贼难防&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$80 lehhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes the b'day surprise i wanted to give karen. sian..&lt;br /&gt;i duno if i go thru with the plan, i'll be able to survive anot.. later not enough money wah sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altogether i need at least $120 for her b'day surprise&lt;br /&gt;$80 for some RL perfume ohmy.. and $20++ for that DIY bear at suntec. heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow. i bet it was my sister who stole the money. LIKE WHO ElSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my grandma doesnt need cash&lt;br /&gt;my mum n dad works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it leaves my sister who has a history of stealing from me, mummy n granny. SO I HAVE THIS FEELING IT'S HER..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt it's been a long time so she probably got better. harder to catch her. but then again.. she has a sudden increase of posessions. like a new bag which she said she bought for $20. mum didnt mention giving her any money. i doubt she saved. she's such a spend trift. always wanting stuffs other ppl have. yes. she's the typical materialistic type of bitch.. i kinda hate her but ARGH.. i want my money back. it's supposed to be used to make my baby happy!!! WAHLAO FUCK IT LA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-4990637457253096390?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4990637457253096390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=4990637457253096390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4990637457253096390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4990637457253096390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-i-lost-80-to-someone-in-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-4875505802551159676</id><published>2008-07-23T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:46:08.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>BATMAN is a true BOX OFFICE SHOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my 天！！！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's super nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole story just flows so smoothly that you really cannot pick out something flawed from the show. everything seems just so totally real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially 2-face's fugly face.. DAM IT HAD ME TURNED ON HAHAHAHAHA.. shit. his face was like.. ugh. real? haha.. that hole in his mouth even leaked booze! shit. this is a true masterpiece..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when u thought the movie was gonna end, surprise surprise. joker continues it.&lt;br /&gt;that fucker steals the show with his crankyness.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dam i love the show. it's been awhile since i really enjoyed a show. there was totally nothing to pick on. the action scene was shiok to the max! ahhhh. i just love batman.. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-4875505802551159676?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4875505802551159676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=4875505802551159676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4875505802551159676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4875505802551159676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-4566903524314258739</id><published>2008-07-21T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:35:56.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time.. out with everything</title><content type='html'>it's been a long time since i've last blogged. i'm going to let it all out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keat says that i have regrets. well who doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't life itself regretful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about being sorry for something.. i'm sorry for lots of things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made huge mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are we supposed to hold on to regrets or are we supposed to throw them away and forget them?&lt;br /&gt;if we hold on to regrets, wouldn't we be sad people?&lt;br /&gt;but.. if we throw regrets away, we won't have anything to remember, we wont have anything to remind us, not to make the same mistakes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i wrong to say that life's full of sadness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. life is full of happiness too.. but happiness is always accompanied with sadness. life's not a bed of roses.. i dont understand why cause roses have thorns.and they should hurt. the person who came up with this.. obviously is a sadistic deluded maniac! there. point proven. life is sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have regrets to make us stronger.. sad yes, but stronger. they help us. they keep us going. they give us hope for a better tomorrow.. and all we've got to do.. is just to believe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do your best. and try. nothing ventured nothing gained. by doing something, it's a 50-50, by doing nothing.. it's a total failure.... that.. is regret...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-4566903524314258739?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4566903524314258739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=4566903524314258739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4566903524314258739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4566903524314258739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/long-time-out-with-everything.html' title='long time.. out with everything'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-8345934707634105472</id><published>2008-07-21T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:26:37.000+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abusive fuckers.'/><title type='text'>guys who hit girls..</title><content type='html'>there are guys who hit girls.&lt;br /&gt;there are girls who hit guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically. it's the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk abt the 2nd thing first. for the guys who get hit.. too bad.. u got wussed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we talk abt the important one. guys hitting girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not about gender discrimination. it's not about girls being the weaker sex blah blah.. this is about PRIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the guys who hit girls.. you are throwing the guy's pride down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have absolutely no idea what is a gentleman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand guys who hit girls.. thats plain bullying. thats abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would you want to hit girls. whats worse is that you are in a relationship with one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys and girls... they are made. to love each other, to care for each other, to help each other.&lt;br /&gt;what you hitting fuckers are doing.. is screwing up the balance, hurting people, scarring them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply don't understand.. what you people think.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-8345934707634105472?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8345934707634105472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=8345934707634105472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/8345934707634105472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/8345934707634105472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/guys-who-hit-girls.html' title='guys who hit girls..'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-5429920423667680771</id><published>2008-07-21T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:17:35.308+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time..'/><title type='text'>time... what power..</title><content type='html'>I've realised.. life is just pain in disguise.. i think that the world does not seem so beautiful as before, when i was a child.. when did the world change? i wonder. or is it me who has changed? i doubt so. I guess it's just the life i hadn't seen, when i was just a little baby... there's so many things going on around here, so many things we can't control. is it fate that we have to go through bad times before it's good? or is it just our own fault. I'm not emo, i'm not sad. i'm just feeling unfair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times, when i wish i could turn back time.i know it isnt possible, i know it's impossible.but why do i wish? because i reject.i reject whatever is placed before me.how could things have turned out,if i took a different path, how could things have changed, if i were wiser.what would have happened, if i decided not to do this, what would happen, it time could turn back.like i said earlier. this is not an emo post.I'm not emo, i'm not sad. i'm just feeling unfair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happens, if someone told you he loves you? what happens, if you had a bad past..would it affect you? would it change you?what happens if life sucked before but was great now, did you regret? did you hope to turn back time?but then again, how sure that if u turn back time to make a mistake right, your future will be what you want it to be?there could be other mistakes,the mistakes could be worse.thats why life's pretty much screwed, really.. i'm not lying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-5429920423667680771?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5429920423667680771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=5429920423667680771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/5429920423667680771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/5429920423667680771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-what-power.html' title='time... what power..'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-3535743679768330222</id><published>2008-07-15T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:44:24.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Keat</title><content type='html'>this is for you keat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be your friend and stand by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be your support and not leave when you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i sound gay but thats what "miesters" are for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the needs comes, just stay the word.. and "Armed Intervene Commencing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be there - to support u all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be strong..... =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-3535743679768330222?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3535743679768330222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=3535743679768330222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3535743679768330222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3535743679768330222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-keat.html' title='For Keat'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-9130598399035997512</id><published>2008-07-15T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:40:11.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY!</title><content type='html'>I was watching the channel 8 1030 news... and there was this news about this study on why people get married late, have kids late, have less kids.. well.. i dont even know why they bothered conducting the study.. isnt the answer so OBVIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First - Studies..&lt;br /&gt;comeon.. by the time the guys finish studying they'll be what? 25? 26? who knows.. maybe even 27 or 28 ..depending on whether from poly or jc.. after ns and uni.. we'll be like OLD.  besides. the stress from studying kills sperm. &gt;&lt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next - WHERE THE HELL ARE WE GONNA GET THE MONEY FROM! wahlao.. come out from school.. must go job hunting.. and then we find a job and earn that miserly pay.. how to 养 the family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next again - TIME&lt;br /&gt;wahlao.. the time limit.. u earn money u save money u work u pai tuo.... i think need like what? 2 or 3 yrs if u wanna be SURE that the other person's the one for u? well my parents dated 6yrs b4 getting married.. my friends parents dated 3yrs and got divorced.. so i figured time's freakin important? by the end of this paragraph, you are already what? 28 29? WTF.. i think i'll probably be 32 when im stable.. WOW isnt that OLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who to blame but society for the OLD marriages and OLD mummy and daddies.. we have too much to work for before we can start a family.. we need the money, we need the security.. we cant get them till we're almost or over 30.. THATS WHY.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR FREAKIN KID.. you'll be 30! WOW.. GRATS! ur an old man. so that means.. when ur kid's 7.. ur 37. not bad.. primary sch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when your kid's 13.. you're 43.. cool..&lt;br /&gt;when your kid's 16.. you're 46.. thats still not bad..&lt;br /&gt;now.. when your kid's 25 and ready to give u money.. HELL YOU ARE ALREADY 55.. almost to retirement age..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. your kid is 30 and a proud dad/mum.. (hopefully) YOU ARE 60!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;well. that doesn't sound so bad right? but when your grandkiddy is 30.. darn it! you're DEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.. i just love peeking into the future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-9130598399035997512?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/9130598399035997512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=9130598399035997512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/9130598399035997512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/9130598399035997512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby.html' title='BABY!'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-3349797757865729630</id><published>2008-07-14T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:36:06.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wooo..</title><content type='html'>I'm in love with karen. hahahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-3349797757865729630?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3349797757865729630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=3349797757865729630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3349797757865729630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3349797757865729630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/wooo.html' title='wooo..'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-7178358935784908054</id><published>2008-07-02T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:51:31.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I just realised that I have no real friends in RP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back.. all the friends i have in school are the kind where u just know them? the hi,bye kind of friend. im not really close to any of them, i dont share anything i have with them and i dont even go out with them. i suppose the "friends" i have in there will sooner or later disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From first sem - i made the best friends i have because i felt part of the class. my first sem class is by far the best. we have had gatherings and outings together. although i dont really talk to them now, i still feel that they are the closest friends i have in rp. not that close but the closest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 2nd sem - that was alittle screwed. the friends i had were the guys only. maybe a few girls here n there. why? cause the guys were all gamers so we just hung around and played games here n there and talk kok and discriminate the fat ass together. i dont really even talk to them now. only 1 or 2 here n there occationally about games and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For year2 - this is most screwed. hell i know less than half the class properly.i just dont fit in with them.the whole lot of smokers lol. i dont belong in the class i feel. the place is just not for me.no common interest whatsoeverr. i dont even have 10 people's msn contact in this class LOL. so screw the bonding and love for the class. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as you can read. my life in RP's pretty much screwed without friends. lol... so where are my friends? fuck. they're in TP. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just really regret going RP and being far far away from the guys.. o wells. at least i met my gf in RP? thats the only thing i enjoy in RP. hahas. my darling. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-7178358935784908054?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7178358935784908054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=7178358935784908054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7178358935784908054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7178358935784908054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-5987774049659373829</id><published>2008-06-23T12:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T12:38:13.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch'/><title type='text'>The Evil Bitch</title><content type='html'>my faci is screwing with my head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is a total bitch oh-my-shigglewingledingdongbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH HER AHHH. im like super sure she has something against me or something. she's after all such a bias shigglewingledingdongbell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first she asks me to sign up for a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i sign up and wait for the confirmation email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she doesnt send me. people confirm im not selected. okay. im quite pissed already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's supposed to be a briefing which i have no idea of because i did not receive the email and no one knows that i'm supposed to go either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they see my name there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she writes a bloody email demanding reasons! (sent to 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that got my hopes up. hey. so im supposed to be inside. great. i'll tell her i didnt receive the email.. RIGHT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WHORE. NNBCCB. she sent to the other 4 people "I accept your reasons" and yay. they get to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells me.. oh well.. better luck next time applying for trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS WRONG WITH HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants me there, doesnt select me, demands a reason for my absence from a  briefing i had no idea off, and tells me too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf is wrong with that bias bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-5987774049659373829?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/5987774049659373829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=5987774049659373829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/5987774049659373829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/5987774049659373829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/06/evil-bitch.html' title='The Evil Bitch'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-4308884353510656445</id><published>2008-06-19T19:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:32:09.215+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lol'/><title type='text'>Finally. something almost interesting....</title><content type='html'>Today, i have finally something to blog about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the right place at the right time being the ultimate pro i was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY! something interesting happened to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all started at 6. I was walking home from the bus stop and WAHAHAHA. i saw this huge pile of mess that was being condorned off and cleared by the police. Upstairs, some idiots were shouting like crazy, except u cant hear wth they were shouting about. being the kaypo singaporean, i joined the whole chunk of kaypo singaporeans and stood there like idiots waiting for something to happen... WELL I MISSED THE SHOW. nothing happened. I stood there for 30mins waiting for a show. all i got was the mess on the floor -&gt; a group of SCDF n police people going up there with a stretcher and that super huge lock breaker. didnt dare take pictures of the real deal at duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SFpBbmtoOoI/AAAAAAAAABY/dNACOPX_3Y8/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SFpBbmtoOoI/AAAAAAAAABY/dNACOPX_3Y8/s320/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213551461138971266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The blue circle's the flat. there was a group of SCDF and police ppl outside that area. so it was probably where it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SFpBXIVbOGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cmlufmr8STs/s1600-h/Image211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SFpBXIVbOGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cmlufmr8STs/s320/Image211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213551384264915042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SFpBSiBCyII/AAAAAAAAABI/4zaqECOksKk/s1600-h/Image212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SFpBSiBCyII/AAAAAAAAABI/4zaqECOksKk/s320/Image212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213551305259403394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SFpAfncaDZI/AAAAAAAAABA/HsO3NzG0LqU/s1600-h/Image214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SFpAfncaDZI/AAAAAAAAABA/HsO3NzG0LqU/s320/Image214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213550430543023506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one got stretchered, some guy got arrested but i didnt dare take pictures. There was this super cute ambulance jiejie with the doctor's scope around her neck. There was a keychain on it also. like SO CUTE? since when do doctors put little trinkets on their hearing scope thingy? And again. the humji me didnt dare take a photo of her. OMG.. im sure none of you would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-4308884353510656445?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4308884353510656445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=4308884353510656445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4308884353510656445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4308884353510656445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-something-almost-interesting.html' title='Finally. something almost interesting....'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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://bp2.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SFpBbmtoOoI/AAAAAAAAABY/dNACOPX_3Y8/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358203671627162872.post-8583131559917314125</id><published>2008-06-17T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:51:34.511+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Damnnnnn.. Whats with school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get 2 weeks of holiday and u get 8 weeks of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call this the calm before the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.. afterall, life is not a bed of cotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PERSONALLY do not understand why u use bed of roses. roses have thorns hello-o! what makes a bed of roses so comfortable? Sure they chase away that haggard ol'lady if u watch "Stay Alive".. but DAMN. unless you're into PAIN.. u go for a bed of roses.. COTTON FOR ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I side tracked alittle.. heh. but daammmm.. i dont want school. just the 2nd day and they give u a friggin test to try screw with your head. my brain juices haven't fully recovered from the holidays and im still in holiday mode. PLOP.. the dam test comes falling down in front of my poor tired face and the school expects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GG..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon i stone. Tue (today) i slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im turning into mush.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TO EXAMSSSSSSSSSSSSSS............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUA GUA GUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-8583131559917314125?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/8583131559917314125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=8583131559917314125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/8583131559917314125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/8583131559917314125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/06/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-3378412255622981146</id><published>2008-06-16T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:04:17.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>i've got the writer's block. i have no idea what to post on. my life has been really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up&lt;br /&gt;i switch on the com&lt;br /&gt;i use the com like some retarded geek&lt;br /&gt;i go sleep later at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still kinda like the holiday life. slack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i did not have my weekly dose of soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im craving soccer. im craving the sun. im craving the ball. im craving to score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray for euro. SPAIN all the way..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-3378412255622981146?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3378412255622981146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=3378412255622981146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3378412255622981146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3378412255622981146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/06/writers-block.html' title='Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-4794120427237683684</id><published>2008-06-06T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:18:56.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitch'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my gf is fucked up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-4794120427237683684?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4794120427237683684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=4794120427237683684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4794120427237683684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4794120427237683684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-gf-is-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-3946426432974010671</id><published>2008-05-29T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T16:24:00.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volcano</title><content type='html'>I'm a volcano waiting to errupt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Keat waiting for his hand to come up by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this pent up fustration is killing me.. just 1 1/2 more years.. just this much time and i'll have my revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keat. u'll have to help me. I give u a chance to perfect your killing techniques. Trust me. You'll enjoy your punches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. there's just 1 guy to kill. But there will be his friends who'll rush to help him like fairies. (Dont ask me why fairies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like DAMNED. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. it's 1 guy to beat up. The rest to well.. verbally abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got the main character - Mr.K, the man to hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Best supporting Actor: Genghis's decendant.&lt;br /&gt;        Best supporting Actress: Swell Chest, Smoking Lesbian, Scrawny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we must not forget the main cast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. WHY ARE YOU HERE a.k.a blur whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. GORILLA MAN&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Fuckin Hypocrite &lt;- I reckon if she was a guy I'll put her as a Character to hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there we have it. The wonderful cast of "The Clique"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I didnt go sch today anyways. Tuesday was a horror with Mr.K. that emo bitch. And then I had to team with Genghis's decendant n Smokin lesbian. Omg. the horror. Smokin lesbian wasn't so bad. Genghis's decendant was ok. Too bad they're allies of Mr.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh... "Eh." the bastard speaks as he strolls in at 1.47p.m "Don't want do together meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTF. u dissapear on the dot, reappear when u'r not needed.&lt;br /&gt;You leech off people's work. OH MY GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;WTF IS THIS SIA.&lt;br /&gt;Let u choose. U dont want. Other people choose. U not happy. Come in late. U say lets do together. And overwrite hard work with evidence and exchange it for useless general knowledge. You have disagreeing terms with the team. okay the team's your side anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam. One day.. you'll get it. my hand'll come up automatically. So dam naturally it'll enlarge your already huge nose. I've got a big one. YOu've got an insane one. Pity it isnt as flawless as mine since yours is plagued with a virus of volcanic craters. serves you right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dam. I can write all day.... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point. I'm glad I didnt go to school today because if I did, I would have been in the same grp as him and swell chest and ms. gorilla man. HAHA. HENG SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada. I shall never blog abt my personal life. it's too personal =D just my rants and insults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this blog. It's just like poking holes into the volcano for the lava to flow out, releasing the pressure on the volcano and buying more time before it errupts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm starting to feel like a girl. bitching all day. but i dont care. no one reads this blog besides the selected few i told. which is like 4 people only? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-3946426432974010671?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3946426432974010671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=3946426432974010671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3946426432974010671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3946426432974010671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/05/volcano.html' title='Volcano'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-7445482239733184332</id><published>2008-05-25T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:13:16.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted........</title><content type='html'>yea. read the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasted my day away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasted away my self..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing what you ask.. well. doing retarded stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day could have been oh so exciting. but UT2 screwed up my day. dam. had to rush through the stupid darn project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf is report?&lt;br /&gt;ans: rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf is article?&lt;br /&gt;ans: bullshit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf is ut2?&lt;br /&gt;ans: useless test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn rp. it's getting on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fredrick was also being a dick as usual. that nimcompoop sheemus tervadeiyah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucking asshole told me to take BTT on sat on fri.&lt;br /&gt;sat came and he said zac cant so lets change it.&lt;br /&gt;"lets put it tml" he says&lt;br /&gt;"i cant. i have to rush project" i say&lt;br /&gt;"too bad then you loser. HAHA dumbass. who wants to wait with you till next week" - his indirect answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. a fuck you to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'll have to waste my life away waiting for someone else to accompany me there since i dont wanna go alone. wtf.. some kinda friend. dick head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-7445482239733184332?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7445482239733184332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=7445482239733184332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7445482239733184332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7445482239733184332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/05/wasted.html' title='wasted........'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-3991967976275455545</id><published>2008-05-23T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:21:09.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful boxer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SDY4DnzytII/AAAAAAAAAAg/smfPxeJBulY/s1600-h/boxer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SDY4DnzytII/AAAAAAAAAAg/smfPxeJBulY/s320/boxer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203408054350165122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like so cool =D&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/1358203671627162872-3991967976275455545?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/3991967976275455545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=3991967976275455545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3991967976275455545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/3991967976275455545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-boxer.html' title='Beautiful boxer'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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://bp0.blogger.com/_ovEnmxu1lTo/SDY4DnzytII/AAAAAAAAAAg/smfPxeJBulY/s72-c/boxer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358203671627162872.post-1271882265890681845</id><published>2008-05-22T13:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:07:47.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;~the world is so twisted~&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/1358203671627162872-1271882265890681845?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1271882265890681845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=1271882265890681845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/1271882265890681845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/1271882265890681845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/05/twit.html' title='Twist'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-4175986364378324272</id><published>2008-05-19T23:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T12:39:57.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bullshits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to go to school&lt;br /&gt;school sucks......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;strangly.. i'm typing this fucking shit in school. and the reason i hate it? cus there are a few individuals whom i dislike. eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for example.. we have mr.k -&gt; emo fuck. i just dont like his face. i think he doesnt like me either so who cares? bloody kiam pa bin.. but nvm.. his face alrdy quite disfigured?&lt;br /&gt;we've got A or H whatever u call her. dam. she's horrible. cant stand her know it all attitude while pretending to be oh so humble....&lt;br /&gt;L who's just.. YUCKS.. dressing and actions are just so not suitable for someone like her. huge large girly? female gorilla? almost there =D&lt;br /&gt;E who's.. well. i duno. the more u see her. the more u just dont really wanna stay near her. HAHA. well. nothing much against her but yeah. the more i see her, the more it doesnt appeal to meee.&lt;br /&gt;there's nother E whos... i duno. scrawny-&gt; same like the first E. the more u see her. the more I see her, the more she doesnt appeal to me. and the same as her UA. OMGWTFBBQ. he's the kind of guy i wanna fight with. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;influenced by sam chong liao. always want beat people up. well what to do? the world's so twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i think i like blogging. i can just bitch and bitch. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucks.. school's screwed. life's screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1358203671627162872-4175986364378324272?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/4175986364378324272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=4175986364378324272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4175986364378324272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/4175986364378324272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/05/fuck.html' title='fuck'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1358203671627162872.post-1090909735494077533</id><published>2008-05-19T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:43:38.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats just the word to describe today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always look forward to soccer days cause it means I get to play soccer in the SUN. okays.. that could happen if the sun's out and shining ever so brightly. well. i'm a plant after all. according to yu xiang since i wont feel tired if i'm running around in the afternoon sun. ahlaaa =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Shan went to the temple today - so there was no one to steal my soccer proness and i managed to play quite okay as compared to sat when OMGWTFBBQ i totally sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i score goals =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After soccer was the usual - hei ji fan jia ru dan and tai shi toufu. it's really such a delicacy. sweeeet toufu, crispy on the outside, soft in the inside. sheesh. i think i'm addicted already. after soccer must really eat this dam chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since today was HOLIDAY (hurray for buddaah?) we slacked like ahbengs at the coffeeshop. drinking teh peng and and talking rubbish. it really brings back the secondary school life. i wonder why i even went to RP? shoulda have went to TP and at least would have continued with the guys. now i get to see them only during soccer... SADDED SIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i became louis chua and was interviewed for yx n hs's project or whatever. for yx, i became a fan of my own band and for hs, a person with no tatoo but wishes to have one. HA. i think i'm a lying god. i can just lie and lie and lie.. okay. i wont call it lying. lets call it. bullshit. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.. if only almost everyday was like this. just sit and drink and talk kok. would be FUN. =D mmm.. nvm. having little of something makes me treasure it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i drew out $500 to change into CHINA MONEY . hopefully i'll be able to make at least $100 after the olympics. would be great seh. can buy my much needed shoes. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I JUST REMEMBERED CHANGSONG'S LI BAI POEM. sucks. it's really awesome. hahas. that damned drunk poet actually predicted beijing olympic and the shichuan earthquake. awesomeeeee....&lt;br /&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/1358203671627162872-1090909735494077533?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/1090909735494077533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=1090909735494077533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/1090909735494077533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/1090909735494077533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-day.html' title='What a day'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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-1358203671627162872.post-7598620498682235859</id><published>2008-05-19T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T00:47:27.323+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>There's no point in this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;alright. I dont know why the hell I'm starting a blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wasn't i always the idiot going around saying that guys who blog are gay? damn. i guess i'm gay? even my blog skin sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. to start ranting, lets just say that today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;TOTALLY SUCKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who the hell stays at home all day and do nothing but play fm? winning is so boring and the game gets totally screwed up since everyone starts being overpriced. i wonder how the hell they created that game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to go out with dear today. apparently she pissed me off by showing the normal girly attitude. sheeh. and that made me spend the day as above... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;DOING NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;. like WHAT THE FUCK. i wasted my life larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. anyways.  i seriously dont know how the first post should be like? omg. this is really screwed up. i kind of feel like an idiot writing to himself for no one to read. but i kinda like it. at least i get to type something for myself to read.damnit. i'll prolly get addicted to writing rubbishes. wheeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at least the tomorrow shall be a fruitful day where i'll get to play soccer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray for changsong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1358203671627162872-7598620498682235859?l=whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/feeds/7598620498682235859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1358203671627162872&amp;postID=7598620498682235859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7598620498682235859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1358203671627162872/posts/default/7598620498682235859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsthepointofthis.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-no-point-in-this.html' title='There&apos;s no point in this'/><author><name>Weijie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12579818970513123270</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
