<?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-14542202</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:59:18.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparkles Of Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14542202.post-115573571227103236</id><published>2006-08-16T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T06:41:52.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 freakin' marks? Im sure u can do better u bitch!!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.. &lt;br /&gt;    I wana start off this entry on a very happy note. I FUCKING HATE MY BIOLOGY TEACHER! That no good ball licking cant get her ass fucked even by a dog sarcastic kanineh chao mai cibai ho nang pu si kui chabo!! Just releasing my anger. She gave me 2  marks for my essay. That's out of 60 mind u. C'mon man... Y do u hafta be so cold-hearted? Merciless. She doesnt realise that she's killed all hope in me. Made me crazy even. &lt;br /&gt;    Always with her fucking not funny and full of sarcasm jokes. Nerd lover. Im sure she's got less friends in school last time compared to the essay marks she gave me. Plus, she makes fun of the not-so-bright students in my class. Always siding with the nerdy bunch. Not that I'm blaming the nerds. They are who they are. &lt;br /&gt;    Let me vent out more anger. On one occassion, she did remind and encouraged us to console and keep-in-touch with our very sick classmate.. "His name will not be mentioned". Okay, fair enough. But jee... Guess who's been the one talking shit n crap about how he's always absent and giving stupid reasons for not attending to work or class before he got send to the hospital on an emergency? &lt;br /&gt;    What gives her the fucking right to scold us and blame us for not doing our part. When she's not even doing her's? Lemme explain. Our Penolong Kanan came in with a survey one day. And we were literally forced to write down our honest opinions on the     flaws of our school. After that, i guess the pen. kanan had a discussion with the teachers. And then one fine day, she just came in the class with her pretty smile. Within half a second (literally) she started whining and complaining about us asking for all the stuff and not doing our parts. Fine. She has the right to be a little angry. But storming out of the class after that? And not showing up the next day? That just proves that she's a fucking drama queen. Childish and immature. Mind you, we did write an apology note to her saying that we're sorry and shit. But, no way in hell was she satisfied. No, things had to go her way.&lt;br /&gt;     I've only got one more thing to say.. I hope i never see her again after form 6. You make me SICK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-115573571227103236?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/115573571227103236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=115573571227103236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/115573571227103236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/115573571227103236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2006/08/2-freakin-marks-im-sure-u-can-do.html' title='2 freakin&apos; marks? Im sure u can do better u bitch!!'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14542202.post-115503674975992489</id><published>2006-08-08T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T04:32:29.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All girls are BIG disappointment in life..</title><content type='html'>Been quite a while ey my fellow mother fuckers...HEHE..And I have no clue on how to begin. Cut the crap.. As you all know, I'm a busy fellow..In all honesty, I've got all the time in the world but I keep finding excuses to not write in this blog. Actually thought of terminating but on 2nd thought, why not add another few more crappy entries just to make it completely and utterly shitty ey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKies.. Recent stuff. Had 2nd semester exam about 3 weeks ago. Results are out but have not been finalised. Still missing a Biology essay. Teacher has not been showing up for 2 days straight now. Catch snake la as usual. All bitches catch snakes.. If u wana know more about her, come see me. Bring along a pillow, blanket and some coffee. All in all, this exam is no different from the past exam. Shitty grades, no pointers, and all hope killed for STPM. Bummer. Won't elaborate more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting news. Broke up with my girlfriend/classmate of 2 months about a fortnight ago. It couldn't last. I was an ass. She was cute but it couldn't last. As some of my closest friends might concurr, my behaviour changed drastically after the whole incident. But i'm ok now. Alive and kicking once more. Never feeling better. Got new girls in my life. I'm a happy son of a gun. Yes.. They're hot.. To me. Heidi ho bitches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? MUET results. I think all of you who know me should know by now that I got band 5. 10 points or so shy from the REAL DEAL. Not that i'm complaining. My essay was really screwed. Don't know what i was thinking at the time. Maybe the lack of sleep deprived me of any ngenjening ideas. Oh well.. Thank the good Lord anyways for the satisfactory result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are curious about what's going on in my class. Well, i can't say that it's the same as last time anymore. Yea, those were the days. Yeap, been a lot of backstabbing and bickering. I admit, i do play a big part in all of these things. But you can never tell what's coming until it comes, right? I've tried my best to put things behind. It seemed to have helped a little. Well, at least now i can say that, it ain't my problem anymore. Took a lot of guts and humiliation to get to what i have now. And i intend to keep it that way. Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okla. Seems that i've filled all of you in on my recent life generally. So, please be patient for the next update. Tee hee. Bye Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-115503674975992489?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/115503674975992489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=115503674975992489' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/115503674975992489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/115503674975992489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-girls-are-big-disappointment-in.html' title='All girls are BIG disappointment in life..'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-114873631750046524</id><published>2006-05-27T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T06:34:52.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The white man has left the building.</title><content type='html'>My Gaiest friend, classmate, and seat neighbour, Simon Verhenemeblablablah spent his last night with us last night (26 May 2006). He'll be going back to Belgium in a few weeks. But we had a party because there's a big chance we won't be meeting him again. Gonna miss that asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was a mediocre standard bbq. We had chicken wings and nothing else. Not to complain but it's true. MY HUNGER WAS NOT SATISFIED! hehe. Got home drunk and slept. The white man got drunk too. Damn funny. Wish you were there but i don't know you. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who aren't sure of who Simon Verheblablashitbladunnotherestofhisname is, here are some of his particulars:-&lt;br /&gt;1) He's from Belgium, somewhere but it's not Brussels.&lt;br /&gt;2) He enjoys flirting and screwing our local girls.&lt;br /&gt;3) The local girls enjoy his screwing around and flirting.&lt;br /&gt;4) He's here because of the exchange student programme, AFS (I have no idea what it stands for)&lt;br /&gt;5) He's a good footballer.&lt;br /&gt;6) He enjoys drinking Stella Artois, a brand from his homeland.&lt;br /&gt;7) After spending almost a year here, he can barely speak BM or any other local dialects.&lt;br /&gt;8) He isn't circumsised.&lt;br /&gt;9) He has proposed to about 10 different girls since he got here.&lt;br /&gt;10) He got beaten-up and raped quite a number of times last night. &lt;br /&gt;11) He might seem innocent and appealing in public, but once you get to know him. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALright. That's about it. Gonna miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-114873631750046524?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/114873631750046524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=114873631750046524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/114873631750046524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/114873631750046524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2006/05/white-man-has-left-building.html' title='The white man has left the building.'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-114838147222103927</id><published>2006-05-23T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T03:51:12.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KC anyone?</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH............... What a day, what a day! Tiring day it is.. HEhe. Sorry I broke my promise people. I did try to put up some pics on the election. But me blog here is kinda fucked up la.. HEHe. Anyways. I'll bore those of you who give a shit more about more shit that has been happening. I guess you guys are stuck with words for the time being. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from PA tuition. Having a friend that works at the shop below my tuition center really is a distraction. Hehe. Skipped about half the tuition today. Had a long chat with him about what's going on and off in my life and his. The usual stuff. Haven't had a chance to chat with anyone like that since I can't remember when. Kinda refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, school has been quite interesting lately. Don't ask me why. It just is. Look on the bright side. I now have more time to crap and write about whatever I want on this shitty blog of mine now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, wanna mention about our past current events that we had this month. On May 16th, it was The National Teacher's Day celebration. We had a special assembly in our school. It was ok in my terms. Damn hot weather though. If you want to see pics, check out the bloggers linked to my blog. They have it all. Haha. This is the very first time that life wasn't being such a drag to me. Hols coming soon. But after these hols, it's really down to counting the numbered days left to the hardest school examination in Malaysia. Yes, no more mentioning of that from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lower 6 students came in 2 weeks ago. Haha. The girls are rather dissapointing. Thought there might be at least a few eye candies. Mana tahu?! Look like half animals. All of them. There were a few familiar faces. I don't feel like talking about them la. So disappointed. Have been picking up on some slack since then. Studying here and there. But it's still definitely not enough. Everyone of my classmates seem to be putting up effort and concentrating more in class right now. Can't wait til' it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need music. Need me gal (you know who you are) hehe. Need a dictionary. My memory of everything English is fading fast with the up-rising of Iban, Bidayuh, Bahasa S'wak and the mutated Ibai in my school. K. Update again soon. Til' then.. Be good boys and girls and listen to your parents. YAH?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-114838147222103927?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/114838147222103927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=114838147222103927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/114838147222103927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/114838147222103927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2006/05/kc-anyone.html' title='KC anyone?'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-114819278913850804</id><published>2006-05-20T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:26:29.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back After  An Ass Kicking Election!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was voting day for Sarawak. Gotta love the State election. Although this is the first State election that I understood and made a fuss about. Hehe. Yesterday's result was quite a blow to the ruling government party, Barisan Nasional (BN). The opposing parties DAP and PKR crushed all of SUPP-BN's contested seats in Kuching itself. The first signs of reformation I guess. I'm not really a big fan of the ruling government because there are simply to many unanswered questions. The people need to realise that in order for us to develop, we need a government that doesn't ask and keep from the people. We'd like to see that all our money paid are put to good use instead of going to Pek Mo's pocket. We need to realise that there's a freaking tyrant and dictator that has been sucking dry our father's and even our grandfather's money. We need to realise that, as the state which has the most potential in the whole country, we can do good without a racially biased government. It's time for a change people. And I believe we can be rid off the government in another 15 yrs if we choose our votes carefully and follow our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-114819278913850804?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/114819278913850804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=114819278913850804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/114819278913850804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/114819278913850804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2006/05/back-after-ass-kicking-election.html' title='Back After  An Ass Kicking Election!'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-114535822286826662</id><published>2006-04-18T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T02:50:03.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waddup Dudes?!!</title><content type='html'>Hello fellow readers, though few, I'm always grateful to anyone who drops by to have a peek. I agree that this blog of mine have been such a bore. Problems, problems and more problems. They seem so endless right? So yea, let me bore you guys with more problems! Haha. Bear with me lah.. I know they're problems. But most of my problems are so nice to read. It's inspiring to some. Sweet to others. Perasan! Haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise that this entry won't contain any swear or curse words as I'm currently trying to change myself. Hopefully, it's going somewhere. I feel as if I've become such a big bully this year. Been messing around too much. Well, Parent's day is coming this Saturday. I finally told my dad my exam results this morning on the way to school. Well, I won't say anything more about that. More relieved now, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been busying myself reading Kenny Sia and Wendy Cheng's blog. &lt;kennysia.com &amp; xiaxue.blogspot.com respectively&gt; I have deep respect for both these bloggers because they are just excellent at making their lives seem so interesting through their blogs eventhough they're not so different from us. Haha, I'm starting to consider whether to post up some pics in my blog just to make it more interesting. For personal pleasure of course. Nothing to fancy as I simply don't have the time. You think what? So easy to blog ah? These people have all the time in the world. Especially Wendy, who's a full-time blogger. She's famous! And both of them are too deserving to be linked up in my blog. And I shall do so, after this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wondered how a Chinese educated girl like Wendy can write in such fantastic English. Respect lah! So smart and got social life summore. Kek tiok. Haha. Still want to know why I haven't been blogging for so long? Actually nothing has been holding me up. Just laziness. Plain old laziness. Haven't been going out much so got nothing much happening here. Unless you guys want to know what position i sleep in and what I do in the toilet. I'll leave it up to your imagination. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to digress.. Yerdih. I don't even know how to digress. Haha. Been reading kennysia.com too much. Hooked on it. Shit! OOps. There goes a swear word. Hmmm.. What else has happened? I've been spending a lot of time in school lah. And not for good reasons also. Ey, sorry lah. Don't know what else to write. All I know is that I miss my friends studying abroad and I miss jamming and hangin' out with all of them. Miss the BBQs! Drinking sessions! Happier times! Haha. Okay lah, too much crap liaw. Look out for my next entry. It just might be more interesting... And out of the ordinary. I hope. Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-114535822286826662?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/114535822286826662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=114535822286826662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/114535822286826662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/114535822286826662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2006/04/waddup-dudes.html' title='Waddup Dudes?!!'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-114276216342966397</id><published>2006-03-19T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T01:56:03.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at me!!! I am naked!!!</title><content type='html'>So, been feeling bored and stressed out lately. To all of you who have been missing my blog so much (which i doubt)... Sorry for the delay or hiatus or whatever you call that thing. Haha, ok.&lt;br /&gt;     1st term exam is coming in abt 4 days and i still am not fully prepared. As you can tell by the tone of this entry, i'm kinda feeling fucked up abt it. Y? Cos i've got evrything to lose. Liberation, which is one of my most valuable treasure. I've not been getting along quite well with my folks the past week. Even got crap for going out last night. Had to fetch both of my friends home and arrived home at abt 11.. Hah. what an insult to my curfew man. But, i guess i can't blame them. Everyone's only got a pair of parents. Good or bad, we must learn how to accept our fate. &lt;br /&gt;     Hopefully, things will die down after the exam la. Been also getting crap abt the recent STPM results. "St. Joe no 4 flats!".."Law Khui ah!".. &lt;words by my dad on the countless lunchtime since the results were out&gt;.. Ya, ya.. what do you expect from me? I'm not them. I don't see what's the blardy big deal. Ok. ok.. Calm down, Gene.. &lt;br /&gt;     K. I better get off now. Feeling more and more guilty with the passing minute.. haha. CHAOZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-114276216342966397?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/114276216342966397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=114276216342966397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/114276216342966397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/114276216342966397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2006/03/look-at-me-i-am-naked.html' title='Look at me!!! I am naked!!!'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-114181241382695768</id><published>2006-03-08T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T05:48:07.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of tiredness..</title><content type='html'>I AM FREAKING tired! ahhh... comfort is sooo hard to find nowadays. Im sick of going to school, repeating the same thing all the time!! Exams coming. Not in the mood to study. How?! &lt;br /&gt;No shit. I hate my life right now. Things are not going my way and it sucks. I've never asked for much. Just another hour of sleep would do. Haih! I really don't know what's missing in my life right now. I need therapy.. Must admit.. Too much have changed lately. I'm a totally different person. Stupid troublemaker. y? Cos i always find myself dosing off in class. Damn school. sick of the same atmosphere all the time. No offense people. I need girls to comfort me. Those nerdy and ugly ones, get away! haha.. no offense. But im pissed. TA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-114181241382695768?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/114181241382695768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=114181241382695768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/114181241382695768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/114181241382695768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2006/03/tired-of-tiredness.html' title='Tired of tiredness..'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-114008962668614518</id><published>2006-02-16T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T03:33:46.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Wing</title><content type='html'>Damn... I love titles that are totally irrelavant to what i'm going to write It's just another part of me that i'll never understand i guess..&lt;br /&gt;Greetings bloggers and all who read blogs once again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start this one by talking abt girls and my affection for them. Lately, i've been going through some hardships and rough seas as every girl that i seem to like either already have boyfriends or their just plain stuck up. Been drinking quite a lot and im hoping it's not going to turn into another fucking habit. Ahhhh... Sometimes, i just really feel bad for myself. Im not asking for sympathy. It's been a couple of years since i broke up with my then girlfriend. I can't believe it but i'm actually missing her badly. Eventhough we argued a lot... I can't help remembering the happy times we used to have. Coffee bean, movies, seeing her smile. GOsh.. I'm so out of touch that i can barely present myself properly in public.&lt;br /&gt;As for F6, it's been hell. I'm still hating it. A lot. Back to girls, im really lonely right now. Most of my friends have been telling me that it's not a big deal but to me, i have no idea why im thinking otherwise. Girls are so hard nowadays. They only believe in rumours and the guys have no chance. It's wrong la. It's just plain wrong. I don't know what i'm going to do but i think i'm actually going crazy for more than one girl this time. The first time that this is happening. Usually, i'll just target one and forget about the rest... I guess, u might say, desperation is really kicking me in the ass. I'm in a total dilemma. I guess peer pressure is really getting to me. I hate to be so jiwang but i reli cant help myself. Sorry i'm duch a disappoinment. YEa, I hate this part of myself also. But i'm only human. And I've got my needs too.... Totally sucks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-114008962668614518?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/114008962668614518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=114008962668614518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/114008962668614518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/114008962668614518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-wing.html' title='Little Wing'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14542202.post-113894412459836139</id><published>2006-02-02T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:22:04.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulaaaaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>Sugar is sweet and bitter gourd is well... bitter. My life has been a mix of those two vegetables lately. Yesterday, i scratched the hell outta my bro's car while reversing outta my house. Nice ey? Got blardy BOMBED for it and it could have been a TRIPLE KILL if my brother was here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, about how my CNY went? It was ok ok la. Got to see quite a number of my friends. Some surprised me quite a lot but it was still good to see them. I've never drank so much beer in my whole life! FYI, i hate beer. Don't like the taste, don't like the feeling of it going down my throat. But, it's CNY. So anything goes i guess. Ok.. I don't noe wat else to write. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-113894412459836139?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/113894412459836139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=113894412459836139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113894412459836139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113894412459836139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2006/02/gulaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='Gulaaaaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-113826059447560518</id><published>2006-01-26T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:29:54.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>19 years of bountiful blessings</title><content type='html'>I'm turning 19 in 3 days. It's good and bad to be old. But, we as humans, can only make the best out of everything. My life has never really been hard. So I would like to thank God for giving me great parents and great experiences to teach me more about the true meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 5, I started riding this red bike which my dad bought for me on my birthday. It quckly became my most prized possision. I still am grateful for it til this day because it helped me discover my sense of balance because of the many times i fell over on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 12, my dad got me a brand new drumset, which i love dearly and still bang on til this day. It helped me discover a sense of musicality and got me through many bad days.With those drums, i learned how to be creative and to express myself in a different way. Without it, listening to music now would be a totally different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In form 3, I got my first phone. It was a great tool and a precious at the same time. To me, the model didn't mattered much as long as i could have my own number. In other words.. it helped me a whole lot in my social life and I still have it til this day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 17, God gave me a first love. A person who really cared for me and would have done anything to see me happy. That experience helped me a lot to understand the trials of life and also the meaning of sacrifice. Although we're no longer together, I still appreciate those times and I would not be who I am right now without that. When I was this age, I was sent to NS. Although i grumbled at the thought at first, it really made me a tougher person. I met many new friends there. Friends from all over the state. I got to see how their lives are which were so different from us. It's still amazing that it was possible for us to achieve an understanding and somehow bonded with each other. There was a sense of brotherhood among us and we would look out for each others' backs. That was the cool part about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm 18, going to be 19. It's been a hell of a ride from SPM to form 6. I only hope to live and do well. I'm grateful for everything i have. All the friends who stood by me through the years, I will remember you guys always. Until next time... I'll see you when I'm 19. Thank you all and have a very Happy Chinese New Year! God bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-113826059447560518?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/113826059447560518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=113826059447560518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113826059447560518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113826059447560518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2006/01/19-years-of-bountiful-blessings.html' title='19 years of bountiful blessings'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-113560872921556694</id><published>2005-12-26T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T06:52:09.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas has been somewhat of a torture this year. I just don't understand. I have no mood to do anything. Midnight mass was sad. Maybe because it rained earlier. Or maybe perhaps school is starting again very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I've not been feeling too happy these few days. My mum's been coming down hard on me for stupid reasons such as coming back just a few minutes late for the stupid family gathering which I feel totally out of place to be in. It's simply isn't fair.. Most of my cousins didn't get hell from their parents for not attending it. What made it worse was that I had to put on a fake face and be nice to everyone. Anybody who knows me well will know that I don't like to be nice when I don't want to. TORTURE I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I was over-stuffed with crappy food. Yes, crappy food on Christmas. And lots of it! After the first house, it was over to another. The only okay part bout the whole day was visiting James' house. His mum makes the best tuak. Got kinda drunk but it was fun. After leaving, I had to rush home and it was on to my uncle's. By that time, I was totally drained and what made it worse was that it was fucking boring. And I had to be stuck there for God knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I went to Carmelite church. My uncle brought the whole family to where the Carmelite nuns lived. It was sort of a peculiar experience. I kinda take pity on the way they live. Imagine, they're only allowed to speak for 2 hours a day. You can picture how they'd react when they first saw us. Yes, they could not stop talking. They seem like really old kids just trying to have fun but at the same time, chained for life. Ok, enough bout them. If you want to experience it yourselves, you might wanna go soon or next year, since they're only allowed visitors during Christmas. I don't really know how to describe it but I can say that it's a real eye-opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jasmine, thanks for taking the time to comment on my previous blog. Appreciate it cos I know my blog is a real no-show. My reply is that it's more than what you think and no, I'm not in-love at the moment. It's a message I would really like the girls out there to read. So that they might understand my situation better. It's from my own experience and I hope it makes sense to all who read it. I'm no Dr. Love but I'm pretty sure that's how most girls think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time, buh-bye and Merry Christmas again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-113560872921556694?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/113560872921556694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=113560872921556694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113560872921556694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113560872921556694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2005/12/white-christmas.html' title='White Christmas'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14542202.post-113534341202724863</id><published>2005-12-23T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T05:10:12.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just doing this for the kicks...</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody. It's been quite a while. I know, I know... Reading my blog is an superb way to pass your time and maybe even gain some insight. &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;        Anyways, I'm going to tell all of you something that I've never really shared with the public. I'm going you all a description of my dream girl. Down to the last detail. How's that sound? Sounds good to me because I'd do anything when I'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Okie dokies, let's start. Her hair must be shoulder length, curly or wavy, preferably with highlights. Curls make me go GAGA! She must smell good, not too strong or anything too acidic. A body with good curves. Doesn't matter if she's a tad bit fleshy. The curves have to be obvious. Knows how to make herself look pretty. Good sense of style (most of the time wearing tight t-shirts and skirts). Not too hairy on other parts of the body besides the top of her head. Fair and smooth skin. Able to communicate in English. Open and flirty. Fairly spoiled. Not too easy. Doesn't cry. Moderately intelligent. Not a gold digger. Able to stand up for herself. Able to be wild when she has too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I think sums it all. If any of you ladies fit this description, do NOT panic. It does not specifically mean that I'm talking about you. This is just something I feel like sharing. It's a big part of my personality too. If you are not hesitant and you feel that you might wana give me a try, you know how to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;:P  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I utterly understand that Kuching is a hard place to have a relationship. It's predictable because it's such a small place. Everybody wants to bug in your business making it impossible sometimes. It might even result in distrust and can even wreck a relationship. &lt;br /&gt;Point of advice to all the ladies: If a guy shows interest in you, and you can feel that he's treating you well, embrace him. But not with all your heart until you would want to die for him. Go with the flow. Be sporting and open. When you're with the guy, rumours are bound to start. It's inevitable. Bad talk and unkind words will circulate. If you ever encounter this, don't just leave things hanging and back away. Face the problem. Don't just dump the guy. Talk to him and run things through with him. It's a big possibility that the rumours are untrue. It's the only way to have a good relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          In the end, I wana wish all of you the best of luck. Please take the advice into consideration. Signing off with a cheerful note... Goodnight and Merry Christmas everybody. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-113534341202724863?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/113534341202724863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=113534341202724863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113534341202724863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113534341202724863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-just-doing-this-for-kicks.html' title='I&apos;m just doing this for the kicks...'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14542202.post-113281384899432337</id><published>2005-11-23T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T22:30:49.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshit</title><content type='html'>my previous blog was total bullshit.wasted 15 minutes of my life writing it and what did it do? only the fucking title appeared. &lt;br /&gt;       ahhh... well.. shit happens. anyways, FYI, this will be the 2nd week of my school hols. been pretty boring cos nothing much has happened. i've been thinking about  &lt;br /&gt;cutting down on all the unhealthy activities i've been doing and concentrate more on losing some weight. it's going to be a holiday which is none like others because of added stress. teachers can be real pricks sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;       tonnes of work to do and i've only managed to start a little. hopefully, upper 6  &lt;br /&gt;will be smooth sailing. i dont mind working hard. i just dont want any crap coming from the teachers. ok.. writing with a laptop sux. goin to stop now. adiyos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-113281384899432337?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/113281384899432337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=113281384899432337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113281384899432337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113281384899432337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2005/11/bullshit.html' title='bullshit'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-113126758852193841</id><published>2005-11-06T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T00:59:48.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepavali &amp; Hari Raya. Went well? Let's see...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-113126758852193841?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/113126758852193841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=113126758852193841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113126758852193841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113126758852193841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2005/11/deepavali-hari-raya-went-well-lets-see.html' title='Deepavali &amp; Hari Raya. Went well? Let&apos;s see...'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-113075825608152012</id><published>2005-10-31T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T03:31:28.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy halloween folks!</title><content type='html'>Can't believe i watched the whole stretch of Simpsons yesterday..quite ok since it was based on halloween.. extra kicks n all..&lt;br /&gt;     Ok.. my weekend, was pretty boring. The only gud part was Saturday night, where all of of went to 99. Met up with Ian. Wut else? Got wasted.. Came home, showered, slept. &lt;br /&gt;      Back to today...went with my class to Chung Hua no. 6 for an ecological project. Almost died cos of the heat. Wut else? Got back home, ate, showered and slept. &lt;br /&gt;      Pretty much ntg else to say.. Hands aren't cooperating with me. So.. to all Indians and Muslims.. Deepavali Vaanakam and Selamat Hari Raya. CHAOZ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-113075825608152012?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/113075825608152012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=113075825608152012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113075825608152012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113075825608152012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween-folks.html' title='Happy halloween folks!'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-113033145073696982</id><published>2005-10-26T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T05:57:30.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when October ends</title><content type='html'>Life's been a real prick lately.. Been sluggish and lethargic almost everyday since 2 weeks ago... And so, things have been really tough in school even when the exams are over. Teachers are giving me a bloody hard time.. Scolding me for nothing. Hopefully things will be better next year. But i really can't be optimistic bout it. Since Fabian and Pn. Wong will be our new Maths and Chemistry teachers. Got this feeling they're gonna give us hell next year.&lt;br /&gt;      Another thing that's been buggin' me are the extra classes. They're pretty damn long to be called extra classes. Plus, they are not doing the holidays any justice. Well,i can't really be blamed for the outrage considering that I haven't had a fucking decent holiday since before NS started. Boy, do those 11 days go by like shooting stars. Now, i'm faced with a pathetic 1 month of school-free holidays.&lt;br /&gt;      Haven't been going out much for approximately 3 weeks now. It's been hard staying at home..Saturday by Saturday..*SIGH* The only happening thing that has been going on with me is that i've been hanging out in the kopitiam every Friday. Owh.. there's fucking school again this coming Saturday. Bloody Chemistry practical. Damn do i hate those. I don't think i would be able to make it to the Interact AGM. And so the stress piles on....&lt;br /&gt;      Good news, Ian and Theo will be back this Saturday. Hopefully, we'll be able to hang out and have some fun together. Thank the good Lord i'll be touching the drums again pretty soon. Alritey, on a good note, i guess i'll be posting again pretty soon. Chaos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-113033145073696982?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/113033145073696982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=113033145073696982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113033145073696982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/113033145073696982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2005/10/wake-me-up-when-october-ends.html' title='Wake me up when October ends'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-112894268422260785</id><published>2005-10-10T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T04:11:24.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup... She's a keeper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Exams finished last week.. I can finally sleep in peace. Although i got my maths result today which was pretty sad... I won't let that bother me. Life is too good.&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Thank God the digimon craze is over. Eheh... Actually, im kinda disappointed cos i didnt get a chance to jogres. Darn it, James! Let's see... what else has happened this past week.. Er, nothing much really. Oh yea, MUET speaking starts from tomorrow onwards. I've always hated it cos im bloody lousy at it. Can't blame me rite? I'm just a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;chiko sua teng kar &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;kinda guy. That's all i wana write la. Can't think of anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-112894268422260785?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/112894268422260785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=112894268422260785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112894268422260785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112894268422260785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2005/10/yup-shes-keeper.html' title='Yup... She&apos;s a keeper!'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-112762846702175256</id><published>2005-09-25T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T23:07:47.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kua kua kua...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Let's see... where were we? Oh ya.. The performance.. All went well except for a few sound glinches. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;YEAH! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;L&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;L G&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;oo&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;d&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;              Okay now.. FF to yesterday.. Woke up with 2 red eyes. Must have consumed too many prawns. Nothing that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;y&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;e &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;M&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;e &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;couldn't fix. It was a Saturday, and we had to go to school cos of replacement for the other day.. Full of shit as usual. Oh yea... And not forgetting the most unbelievable thing happened this past week. Digimon is starting to become trendy again. Thanks to James n Darren. Daryl started his yesterday.. Amazingly, Melvin and Refian is thinking of starting theirs too. The unfortunate thing is...Im caught in the puddle and i cant escape cos of they wont stop pestering me if i dont start. Well.. i dont have the batteries at the moment and im hoping that it'll buy me more time and dignity before i turn into one of those &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Coocoos.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;James, if u're reading this.. You're not gettin to me anytime soon. Hahahaa... To the rest, run and hide for your lives!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-112762846702175256?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/112762846702175256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=112762846702175256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112762846702175256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112762846702175256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2005/09/kua-kua-kua.html' title='Kua kua kua...'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14542202.post-112557291838829289</id><published>2005-09-01T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T04:08:38.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's been a while since my last post. Don't really know what to write at this moment either. Sad. All those days passed without even a single recollection in mind. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ANyHoOOs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;3/5th of Friday's Off got together again and now, with a singer and a guitarist, we will be performing this coming &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Saturday &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;at St. Thom for the Interact Installation. We'll be playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Dirty Little Secret, Wake Me Up When September Ends &amp; Sugar Sugar. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I must say that I am quite excited after quite a time off. Finally..  a gig! If you're wondering bout school.. It still sucks bad. That's all for now. Will fill u in after the performance. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;TATA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-112557291838829289?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/112557291838829289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=112557291838829289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112557291838829289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112557291838829289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-been-while-since-my-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-112339472334483887</id><published>2005-08-07T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T23:05:23.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality bites!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has finally happened. Ian and Theo are officially gone. It's like tearing a piece of my heart away. Never knew this could be so emotional. 2 peeps who i have known for most of my life. No more jamming nor Bings sessions. No more just hanging out with good company. Im in debt to them forever for shaping and moulding me to who I am today. Look forward to seeing both of them in another 2 months. God Bless them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-112339472334483887?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/112339472334483887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=112339472334483887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112339472334483887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112339472334483887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2005/08/reality-bites_07.html' title='Reality bites!'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-112306735059768867</id><published>2005-08-03T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T04:09:10.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanessa from TRL... GORGEOUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow... tomorrow.... i luv ya! Tomorrow's a brand new day! Bio test tomorrow! Can't remember anything! yeah! Don't feel like studying tonight. Ok. Teacher just dropped by and pretty much smacked a load of bad news in our face. Firstly, PA test the week after next. Consists if 4 days.. NICE! Next thing, i hafta get a brand new pipet which i think, is a waste of a good 20 bucks. Dooped by the bloody teacher cos she told us they were second hands left. But came by today, n forced us to get new ones. How wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Back to blue. Blue is good. Kekekeke. Today has been gloomy. Cheered up a bit when Ian brought me out. He's leaving in 4 days.. Ah.. Friday's Off was indeed not meant to be. Oh well, try to make the best out of the 4 days.. Gonna have as much fun as possible. Tomorrow is really a load of crap. PA tuition in the afternoon. Ahh! Hate going there. So crowded and cramped. Starts at 3.30 and is 98% filled up by 3.15 so i hafta go there extra early every single time. Not excluding the horrendous odour that place has. My GOD! No school on friday cos it's prayer day. What a relief. Need a break and a big one..&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, at least we get to jam this Saturday. The 4 of us except ian, has done our best to push every single activity that has been stopping us from jamming. Finally, Saturday will be the day. James and Ian got the song done a few days ago. It's my job now to devise and include drumming in the song. Hopefully, it won't be such a pain in the neck. I guess we'll see.. Until next time.. Buh Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-112306735059768867?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/112306735059768867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=112306735059768867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112306735059768867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112306735059768867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2005/08/vanessa-from-trl-gorgeous.html' title='Vanessa from TRL... GORGEOUS!'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-112291225984315868</id><published>2005-08-02T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T09:04:19.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhuh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've got a new favourite song.. Black Eyed Peas-Don't Lie. Meaningful in lots of ways. Good advice for all the bullshitters out there. Don't ever lie to your boy or girl. A single lie can turn a relationship upside down. If the boy or girl don't wana accept you for who you are, ditch him or her. Moreover, if you're a guy, don't be stupid in making choices in life. If the girl is a hottie, it directly says that she's a keeper no matter what. Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Okay, back to reality. School was average today. Did a presentation bout my parents in front of everyone. Bit weird but i'm starting to get the hang of it. What can i say? MUET is so far my favourite subject among the few. Maybe because it isn't that boring. Still contemplating on whether or not to play for mass this friday. In order to be serious in this stuff, i might hafta change my PA tution from thursday to some other day, which is a bummer cos i dont have friends who are going on the other days. Plus, first fridays are only once a month. Guess that's something to think about.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm struggling hard to keep up in school. The only reason why i have time for all this is cos im neglecting lots of stuff. School work has been pilling up like..&lt;br /&gt; BLAH! Anyway, i really.. really... feel like jamming. *weeps* So many songs that i have in mind! Need to get it out... soon.. hehe just like "Get Rich Or Die Trying". I will pray that i have a more bearable day tomorrow. It's currently 12 a.m. Sleep time..Nites to all! CHAOZ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-112291225984315868?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/112291225984315868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=112291225984315868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112291225984315868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112291225984315868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2005/08/uhuh.html' title='Uhuh..'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-112281977174428225</id><published>2005-07-31T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T07:30:36.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend turned gloomy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life is pretty hard once u've started a blog. It's amazing how linking a person can be so complicated. Well, for me at least. still super blur bout all this. Maybe James or Ian should come by my house and help me do this once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday and i'm writing this on a gloomy night. How appropiate. Yesterday, i went out with Ben and Fabian. Stopped by Kch Fest. It was around 9 and 9.15 when we finally found a parking spot. Horrid. Some people were literally parking on the curb. Bumped into quite a few NS friends. The plan was to hang out at Kch Fest and then move on to Grappa to meet Ian. When we finally got there, everybody looked so fucked up. Boyfriends were yelling at their girlfriends like Batista going against Triple H. Sat in the club. Didn't get to drink. Finally wound up at the coffee shop having teh-C peng. Got home around 11.40 p.m., which was pretty lame for a Saturday night. Oh well, better luck next time. Bit disappointed that i couldn't stay around to have a few rounds with Ian and the rest, since he's leaving in a week and this is prolly the last time we get to hang out like this.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, everyone wasnt in the mood and i am nobody to get in the way of things. Makes you think twice before starting a relationship. To top things off, Friday's Off isn't performing anytime soon.We might even break up as a band. *sigh* The things we do for our future. Getting a day to jam is just so hard to come by now that we are in Form 6. It's so bad that i can even go for weeks without lying a single finger on my drums. Never been so rusty in my whole life. Whenever i play now, my hands feel stiff and shitty sounds come out. Unacceptable to the max.&lt;br /&gt;As for life in school, im having lots of trouble in catching up with chemistry. Lost as a turtle could be. Plus, i've got plants and insects to collect in which im having the greatest doubts on. There simply is no time. Im convinced, by the time the hols arrive, the teachers would not be merciful. Homework will pile up like bacteria reproducing and there will be no time to relax at all. And if that isn't enough, we're having test again next week and the following week. I just think it's stupid. Don't see the point in treating us 6th formers like that. I mean, get a grip. Relax. You don't hafta test us every bloody week! You shit good for nothing mother fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-112281977174428225?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/112281977174428225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=112281977174428225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112281977174428225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112281977174428225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2005/07/weekend-turned-gloomy.html' title='Weekend turned gloomy..'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-14542202.post-112152033148114622</id><published>2005-07-16T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T06:25:31.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is the beginning is the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Feeling bored again so I decided to create a new blog. The previous one sucked so here I am once again complaining bout life. Just got out of bed from a really well deserved sleep after the whole ordeal that was going on today. Blah.. Had to wake up early as usual again to do something. And this time, it's collecting insects for Biology. Blah.. I feel that Form 6 has sucked so much life out of me that i can't even think straight anymore. To tell you the truth, being in Lower 6 is a lot suckier than sitting for SPM itself. It just never stops! Makes you want to take a really nice and big hammer and hit  yourself in the head. As for now, i'm pissed that I have to go tuition on Saturday which leaves no time for myself cos I'll end up being so tired by 6pm and I'll end up waking up at around this time and do something like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14542202-112152033148114622?l=sparklingene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/feeds/112152033148114622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14542202&amp;postID=112152033148114622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112152033148114622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14542202/posts/default/112152033148114622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparklingene.blogspot.com/2005/07/end-is-beginning-is-end.html' title='The end is the beginning is the end'/><author><name>Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17207876870998690803</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
