<?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-7864763</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:40:15.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[mesmerizing slacker]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864763.post-110372629107586872</id><published>2004-12-22T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T06:38:11.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo 23.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;erm. hi. never blogged for very long. holidays going to end soon. hahaha. who isnt sad. nvm lor. can wear LONG PANTS next year. yay. im enthu,shoot me. today got ncc lor. i dun wan to talk about it. er, nt say that i want to haolian la. but den i got a hattrick today lor. i never score goals liddat before. im so honored. right hanif? are u reading this? u better be. :D &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;byee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-110372629107586872?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/110372629107586872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=110372629107586872' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/110372629107586872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/110372629107586872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/2004/12/solo-23.html' title='Solo 23.'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864763.post-110157033443471461</id><published>2004-11-27T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T07:45:34.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>solo</title><content type='html'>havent updated for quite awhile la. hahaha. too lazy. i mean, i getting sian with the comp. too bad lor. hmmm, i dunno wad to say now la. er, happy holidays k. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-110157033443471461?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/110157033443471461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=110157033443471461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/110157033443471461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/110157033443471461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/2004/11/solo.html' title='solo'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7864763.post-109984368604340829</id><published>2004-11-07T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T08:08:06.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too-slacked-solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hi. its been awhile since i last blogged. tml is the day i'll get my results back. class posting. i guess im going to the pure bio/combined physics and chemistry class more or less. with luck that is. most of 2g2004 are going to the top 2 classes. congrats to them. esp to sampson. he got top in lvl. im feeling rather, emotional? no use crying over spilt milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had a chat with hanif. told me that i was really slacking right now. in my interpretation, a huge contrast from the time i was in sec 1. that i aimed too low. that i seemed to drift away from them. from the crowd. that i become more and more lazy than before. i agree. im slacking. the reason im slacking is what happened at the end of last year. i guess im lazy cause i become more richer in natural oils that can be ignited with a little spark at the centre region. next time, whoever needs any free cooking oil, look for humpty dumpty. he'll provide u with the neccesary oils u need, with a bright smile on his face that stretches from ear to ear. ok. i'll end here. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;byee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109984368604340829?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109984368604340829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109984368604340829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109984368604340829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109984368604340829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/2004/11/too-slacked-solo.html' title='too-slacked-solo'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7864763.post-109879891942026425</id><published>2004-10-26T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T06:55:19.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enthu solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hi. blogging again. i got this headache from today. dunno y. knew my level and class ranking today. mixed feelings. sad and relieved. more of the sad than relieved. its like, im the only guy in my class who is like going to a class when the rest are all going to triple science or double science. so i'll be lonely la. i tink i would appeal or smth. but i dun tink those ppl in my present class would want to see my face for the next 2 years. wadever. like duh. obvious. had my hair cut by mui fan today. crap. that describes it. i didnt even noe that there was a haircheck today cos i missed school on friday. i dun deserve this. ncc was erm, unique. yes, unique. thats the word to describe it. ok. fine. it was also abit crap. more like im crap. im always crap. in a bad sense. i dun want to go to school tomorrow. but wad choice to i have? zilch. zero. fat hope. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;byee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109879891942026425?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109879891942026425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109879891942026425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109879891942026425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109879891942026425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/2004/10/enthu-solo.html' title='enthu solo'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7864763.post-109845698408860947</id><published>2004-10-22T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T07:56:24.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pon solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hi. i didnt like go to skool today. ya. i just slacked and slacked at home while the rest were in school and ncc. aww well. there goes my hopes and dreams. wadever. i scored like, b3 for almost every subject i have. ya. den i scored 69 for like 3 subjects. crap. i have nothing to say. i dun reali noe wad i want to say now. just tag my blog and say stuff like, oh!solo!urlikesowadever. mondae no skool rite. good. extra day for me to slack on. im feeling sleepy now even though i slpt at 11 and woke up at 10 this morning. wat to do? typical of a slacker wad. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;byee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109845698408860947?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109845698408860947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109845698408860947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109845698408860947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109845698408860947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/2004/10/pon-solo.html' title='pon solo'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7864763.post-109792425169325272</id><published>2004-10-16T03:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T03:57:31.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to-milk-four-cows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hi. exams are finally over. dun talk abt exams anymore. they suck la. especially science. high-speed-steel is eeevil;set the paper until like dunno wad. too bad lor. who ask me dun study hard enough for it. played this match on thursday against 2f. ya. it was 2gunitedfc vs 2f. btw, i created the word 2gunitedfc. i was like thinking abt the word i just created when i realised that GUNI is milked. so its like too-milked-football club or smth. haha. im embarressed to say this, but, we sucked. it was 5-2 to 2f after first half. i dun noe wad came over 2gunitedfc. maybe we too confident of ourselves? maybe the manager sucked? the manager is yours truly. but the REFEREE DEFINATELY SUCKED! go to hell u f%$#er. 2f played damn rough. steven kept sticking his leg out at chest and head height. bloody hell. and the referee still say play on. when khalish kicked my leg when i tackled him, ref say I FOUL him. heck la. in case if u r wondering who the goddamned guy is. its*drum roll*. MATTHEW CHUA. sad crap. nvm la. im a gentleman. haha. k. i think i'll end here. wait. i just remembered. this is for 2g-ians and 2gunitedfootbollas. i was wondering if we could make a class t-shirt or smth. :D &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;byee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109792425169325272?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109792425169325272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109792425169325272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109792425169325272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109792425169325272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/2004/10/to-milk-four-cows.html' title='to-milk-four-cows'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7864763.post-109542147028955366</id><published>2004-09-17T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T04:44:30.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heyy. dunno wad to blog about. my com got some problems. my norton got screwed. styaed back at school todae. slack la. i didnt noe that carlos got this nice side of him. cos me.juan.ws.cl went to tiong. den i was wondering wat to buy when he just walked past me, turned arnd and said"Y u go cut that hair?" i was like stunned. whoa. hahaha. den he started to tell me and juan not to slack anymore and to do triple science next yr. ya. i didnt noe he was nice. wat the.. hahahaha. never judge a book by its cover. ya. k. i stop here la. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;byee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109542147028955366?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109542147028955366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109542147028955366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109542147028955366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109542147028955366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/2004/09/tired-solo.html' title='tired solo'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7864763.post-109491513101128517</id><published>2004-09-11T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T08:05:31.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>solo=bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey peeps. yay. holidays are over. yay. im like soo looking forward to the dumb short term ahead. yay. all hail exams. heck it. i dun care. i just want to do pure chem and physics can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(((ECHO)))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the whole thing pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is no time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To waste asking why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll run away with you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll run away with you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Asking why)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think about your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And how I fall into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The outline that I trace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Around the one that I call mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Time that called for space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unclear where you drew the line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't need to solve this case&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't need to look behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do I expect to change, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the past I hold inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with all the words I say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;repeating over in my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;somethings you can't erase,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; no matter how hard you try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an exit to escape is all there is left to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the whole thing pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is no time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To waste asking why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll run away with you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll run away with you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until this echo, echo, echo, echo in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until this echo, echo, echo, echo can subside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I know I always loved you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I know I always loved you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I know I always loved you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let the whole thing pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is no timeTo waste asking why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll run away with you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll run away with you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until this echo, echo, echo, echo in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Until this echo, echo, echo, echo can subside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109491513101128517?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109491513101128517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109491513101128517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109491513101128517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109491513101128517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/2004/09/solobored.html' title='solo=bored'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7864763.post-109461142104214759</id><published>2004-09-09T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T17:37:25.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>solo solo solo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hii.. i slept from like 7 pm last night until now. i just woke up. watched 13 going 30 yesterdae wif hanif,martin low,wl,ax,kh,fc,mjy,xt. ya. too lazy to type their names, so i just use short form. the movie was erm.. dunno. all happi and nice endings wan la. ya. and jennifer garner rocks.she was like clutching her boobs in the show. lmfao. k. i stop here la. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;byee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109461142104214759?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109461142104214759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109461142104214759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109461142104214759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109461142104214759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/2004/09/solo-solo-solo.html' title='solo solo solo...'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7864763.post-109431355428969222</id><published>2004-09-04T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T08:59:14.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>solo goes to army (",)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohmigosh. saf open house 2004 rocks. it realli rocks. im dead serious. it is for me. i like it. k. i start now. went to safti mi wif my dad and sis at abt like 3?? i dunno the exact time. turns out, we cannot park at safti itself, but at jurong camp. took a shuttle bus to safti itself. we had to go through a metal detector first before entering safti. quite interesting la. the first thing that i saw when i entered safti was this chinook helicopter. omg. its that damn big. hahaha. we walked around safti, den there was this like ippt thing, where u can do shuttle run,sit up,chin up. my sis tried the shuttle run thing. hahaha. its damn advanced. all electronic wan. hahaha. after that we went to the parade square and looked at the stuff there. i didnt noe that a sar 21 was lighter than a m16. its nice lor. i dun understand y michael doesnt like it. the aiming is damn easy cos its like a sniper's scope. and corking the weapon is like, weird??? hahaha. i saw a sniper rifle le. its cool and cool and cool and cool. hahahahahaha. fun la. got to touch new rifles and stuff. den we went into the medic's field hospital. all air-con. nice. they oso got a dentist chair in it. *shivers* dun talk to me abt a dentist's chair. it gives me the creeps. hahahaha. den my dad and sis went to play some paintball game. they used mp5 navy and wore bullet proof vests. hahaha. i played operation flashpoint. got tanks la. i killed like 2 ppl. hahaha. i rock. den after that, we went to pasir laba camp. took a bus there. i was like abit blur when we reached that place. cos it was big  crowded wif both vehicles and people lor. first place i went to was the live firing range. the armyman there said that we like had to wait for 1h 15 mins. but my dad was like " y dun we wait". the weird thing was, after half an hour, it was our turn to shoot. they let us choose whether we wanted to plae wif the m16 or the sar 21. i chose the sar 21..obviously. im sick of the m16. hahaha. no offence to m16 lovers. they gave me some earplugs. i thought no need to use wan. i was just sitting down there when, BANG. wat the hell.. so loud ah.. hahaha. shooting is veri veri fun. wif the sar 21 it is la. for me. they gave me 5 bullets. all loaded for me by the time the i got to it. the guy helping me was very nice. thank god i wore those earplugs. i thought that shoudnt be that loud. i like squeezed the trigger and bang. my right ear like suddenly cannot hear properly. hahahaha. in the end, i shot the target 3 times of out 5. not bad la. my dad got all five. cannot blame me wad. hes a marksman oso. a way better one than i am. all in all, shooting rocks. it realli does. after shooting, we queued up for the battleground ride thing. had to queue up. it was soooo long. i got another free pair of earplugs from there, and a free dog tag. yay. another addition to my collection. plus, i tried something that i never tried before. COMBAT RATIONS. yay. hahaha. i thought it was like all gooey and stuff. turned out it was nice. delicious in fact. first time i tried it. so there i was, queueing and queueing and queuing. until finally, it was my turn. basically, the battleground tour was in a 5 tonner. for those who doesnt noe wad a five tonner is, its just a big lorry thats very heavy. the feeling of being in a truck wif no canvas on top is cool. i had this commando guy called jevon as a tour guide. cool guy la. did jumps out of planes and stuff. during the ride, he let us use this thing called the nc or smth liddat. it just a night vision goggle. damn fun lor. its not every day that we get to play wif night vision goggles. hahahaha. i wish i could buy one. the truck drove past 2 howitzers. the primus and the fh2000. omg. those are like. whoa. i never realli seen those before. onli saw the fh2000 in the hist textbook. the highlight of the ride was the live firing thing. basically, the truck just parke behind a light tank, 2 armoured carriers, a jeep and some guardsman in the bushes. i didnt noe wad was going on. den out of nowhere, there were these flashes in the sky, den the machine guns started to ring away. i was going to stand up and watch the tanks hit the targets in the hill, when BOOOOOOOM. there was this huge recoil and flash of light. i fell back, and didnt dare to get up again. hahahahahaha. it was damn nice seeing a tank fire its cannon. didnt expect it to be soo loud. on the way back, the commando guy was telling us stories of commando life and how ppl get kicked out of commando skool if they just get injured. i feel sorry for them. k. i'll end here now. for those who wants to go to the army open hse, mondae is the last dae. but den i would rather u guys go tml and stay there until it closes. cos u wont get to go for the nite firing and stuff. theres a shuttle bus service at jurong east mrt station i guess. k. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;byee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br 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(&quot;,)'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7864763.post-109426732524231845</id><published>2004-09-03T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T20:08:45.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello solo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heyy.. garfield rocks. i like garfield. hes mah idol. he teaches me how to eat,sleep and slack. hahahahahaha. yesterdae's drama fest not bad la. quite nice oso. i didnt noe zarina could like act like a old woman. lol. it was nice. den got this joker acting as death. he that damn good. hahahahahaha. i didnt noe gess got talent like that guy. the hey ya thing was, erm, hahaha. i wont say la. hong heng they all. hahahaha. throughout the whole show, marcus was like telling me and hanif " I SHUD HAVE GONE TO PLAY LAN". weird la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to esplanade after the drama fest thing wif khalish,hanif,weisheng and juan. it was fun la. we walked through this underpass, and saw dunno how many ppl breakdancing,roller skating etc. nice la. k. i stop here. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;byee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109426732524231845?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109426732524231845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109426732524231845' 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soooooo long. my com just decided to give up on me and open its doors to strangers. haha. in other words, my com got lots and lots of viruses. i just got sick of trying to remove them and decided to just reformat my com. hahaha. but den, after reformating still got problem. so reformat, and reformat and reformat again and again and again. AT LAST!!! now can use liao. YAY. hahahahaha. k. that explains y i didnt blog la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rod was just on saturdae. erm, it was, good???? i dunno. not bad la. now at last aloy and company can just sit back and relax while siva and company do the job. time flies. it seems like it was just yesterdae when kelvin and aloy took over. now they go away alreadi. its sad. soo sad. its a sad sad situation, and its getting more and more absurd. nvm la, they are a good bunch of ncos. i will, erm, miss them??maybe, not all. i was abit pissed after the rod thing. cos it was like, we all had to do all the cleaning up, while the part a and c all "run" away. i am still abit pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just found out todae that we had to do the unarmed combat thing for trs dae tml. IN FRONT OF THE SCHOOL. well, i dont need to, cos i didnt do the thing on saturdae. so i just went to plae table tennis wif the part c's. er, they are not that good. i was playing around wif them. hahaha. but den i wont plae if baoren and kenneth was there, cos i would get thrashed la. i suck at table tennis. no more skills liao. all that hard work and effort gone to the drain. after practice, la unido gefrato went to collect our jerseys. something happened. er, its a sensitive issue. whatever it is, if u are reading this, i would like to apologise for my actions there and at other times. i wont do it again. aww well, i want to go make some holes in my jeans for tml. ya. k. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;byee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109387085024313417?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109387085024313417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109387085024313417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109387085024313417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109387085024313417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/2004/08/solo-oi-oi-oi.html' title='solo oi oi oi'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7864763.post-109298641209866595</id><published>2004-08-20T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T00:20:12.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>solo olo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAE DARYL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAE WENREN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAE ZHIHONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hiya peeps. this is the slacker. hows everione doing? fine i hope. its fridae alreadi. yay. a breath of life. at last i can slack more than ever. its just a waste that there isnt nip/tuck tonite, otherwise i would watch it. the show rocks. so does the oc. anyways, i went for a haircut yesterdae and came to skool wif a new look. ya. it looks veri weird la. veri veri weird. i heard daryl saying i have a square face, which is terribly untrue. i have a round face. (",). i like my new hair la. just didnt have time to comb it nicely todae. so i just put wax, messed it up and came to skool. ya. im a simple guy la. oh ya, and having fringe touching ur eyebrows cannot be called long. having ur fringe touching ur lower lip is called long, for me. k. btw, i put in a new song into my blog. go figure. i'll put the lyrics here some other time. k. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;byee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109298641209866595?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109298641209866595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109298641209866595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109298641209866595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109298641209866595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/2004/08/solo-olo.html' title='solo olo'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7864763.post-109282366100663715</id><published>2004-08-18T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T03:07:41.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soccer slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heyy. its wednesdae already. wednesdaes are boring. no offence to any wednesdae lovers. cos basically wednesdaes just suck la. i dunno how to explain. i alwaes catch a cold on wednesdaes. bad stuff happen to me on wednesdaes. whatever. skool was, erm, fun? i dunno. i gave the guy i was drawing some weird eyebrows and stuff. all this sounds weird la. i oso dunno y i saying all this. heck. air zoom total 90 3 rocks. i dunno y the wont come up wif a black street soccer version. im pissed la. i dun like the red one, and too many ppl have the maroon one. ya. alot of sec 1s have them. my gramanova has been giving me alot of problems, so i want to change. ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;class ball got confiscated by ms koo todae. shi wei and ali were playing behind me. den shi wei deflected the ball, which hit the fan and hit ei phyu's head. sorry ei phyu. we didnt mean it. now we have to wait until the end of the year before we can get our ball back. let me make 1 point clear, im not bringing my roterio to skool at all. only if i have a match. k? haha. oh ya, erm, xiuting got a new blog now. go link her or smth k. this advertisement is courtesy of slackerco pte ltd. haha. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;byee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109282366100663715?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109282366100663715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109282366100663715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109282366100663715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109282366100663715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/2004/08/soccer-slacker.html' title='soccer slacker'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7864763.post-109266463700867892</id><published>2004-08-16T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T06:57:17.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slacking 103</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;todaes yiling birthdae&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YILING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol. anyways, boring day. again. i dun understand y must there alwaes be some fella at the stage wasting our time. its like, everi pe dae we have, confirm hav a long winded speech or some prize giving crap. pissed la. went to holland village wif the unido gefrato and marcus today. kfc. i share burgar wif hanif. share as in buy 1 get 1 free, so i take one, he take one. ya. thats wad brothers are for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went to pasar malam at nite. i tink i saw her. yes. her. g----lyn. i tink so. she looked hot la. k. i have to slack already. got training tomorrow. dun reali feel like going la. but den still have to la. btw, tmls dexter's birthdae. remind me to hit him. k. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;byee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7864763.post-109239495274709197</id><published>2004-08-13T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T04:02:32.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>solo loves to slack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fridae the 13th todae. ya. moi cousin's birthdae. happi birthdae jiejie. =D. its nt everidae that i call someone jie. anyway, school realli sucks la. wait, i mean science sucks la. nt the subject la, the teacher teaching. shes like practically reading off the book la. wtf. i can do that too. letmme be a teacher la. just read off the book can liao. lol. i was sleeping and looking at the fan while she taught. when i slp in class, there is either something wrong wif the lesson or wif the teacher or cos im just too bored. haha. played soccer after skool in the field. barefoot. pain la. the ball is just too damn hard la. my curl doesnt work. class ball, not mine, definately not mine. went to citylink wif juan and hanif after hanif finish his prayers. fun la. hanif bought for her a present. ya. i wont sae wad la, otherwise it wont be called a present anymore. fun la. went adidas shop. see boots and balls. nice la. predator pulse rocks. i want to wear it. hold on, i mean left foot wear predator pulse, right foot wear mercurial vapor 2. yipee. confirm look weird wan. after that went to suntec. jalan here,jalan there. those 2 guys ah, both siao over their own gal. haha. den i was in the centre thinking of class and part formation. apparently, i want to put fanny and yiling as strikers, and ms lee as a goalie. yay. our class confirm win wan. wait, den put msg as ref. haha. k la. let me go slack now. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;byee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109239495274709197?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109239495274709197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109239495274709197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109239495274709197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109239495274709197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/2004/08/solo-loves-to-slack.html' title='solo loves to slack'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7864763.post-109213817673445876</id><published>2004-08-10T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T04:42:56.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ole Underground</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hi. where shud i start.. k. went to east coast todae wif them la. hanif,khalish and weisheng. juan couldnt make it la. tt piece of crap. hahaha. we dug up the badges, den we looked at them la. haha. mine was smudged. 47223. lol. go figure. cycling is fun la. aww well, the 1 h we had was fun la. haha. khalish's bike got problem, so its like he cycle like dunno wad. haha. ate at mac after tt. saw this 2h gal there wif dunno hu la. dun bother to find out. went to parkway parade after eating, den we saw mrs lim man meng there. haha. i was like, omigosh. haha. anyways, first time at parkway la, went there cos nif wanted to buy something for some birthdae gal la. lol. he couldnt decide wad he wanted to buy. i suggested some silky or lacy lingerie or smth. wasted he didnt buy la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after tt in the bus, fanny asked him to follow her to buy some shoe bag at queensway. she used me fone to msg him. he was like begging me like hell to follow him. i did la. went there, saw fanny and her and her. nth to do there la. kind of wasting my time la. i was abit insulted by someone la. she was like, wheres ur fren going?, is that ur fren..some stuff liddat la. she could clearly see me lor. hack it la. i hav to go do some work now. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;byee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109213817673445876?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7864763.post-109196890888979991</id><published>2004-08-08T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T06:44:40.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>slacking slacker 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey ya. theres something wrong wif the font in my blog la. suddenly all become so big. haha. i go fix it la. todae sundae. sundae as in sundae the sundae and nt sundae the sundae ice cream. quite ok la. went to church todae lor, den saw dillian and keith and zakcoule. haha. quite fun la. we were doing my favourite thing,slacking. haha. saw hanif at queenstown there. ntuc. ya. he looked nice la. in a blue cap and white shirt. i oso didnt noe he was there la. i was like loading the stuff my parents bought into the car den i just turned left out of instinct and lo and behold. there was the man himself. haha. kk. i wanna go slack somemore. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;byee&lt;/span&gt;. oh ya, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;thanks for visiting my blog&lt;/span&gt; k. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109196890888979991?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109196890888979991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109196890888979991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109196890888979991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109196890888979991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/2004/08/slacking-slacker-101.html' title='slacking slacker 101'/><author><name>solomon.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06880475939929063660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7864763.post-109188600175512212</id><published>2004-08-07T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T06:45:02.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed slacker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we drew. yes. drew. sucks la. we shud have won. we damn well shud have won. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;F**K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the setiawan la. part a the setiawan. he push and elbow ppl. tt &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a**hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. just he watch out. juan scored,kaisheng oso score. i dun wan to talk abt the match anymore. to hell with it la. lol. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;byee.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109188600175512212?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109188600175512212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109188600175512212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109188600175512212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109188600175512212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;by some night shy guy or smth la. hmmm, its, erm, weird la. u shud catch it. haha. got no monsters in it wan. jw,weisheng,khalish,hanif,fanny, muah watched it. den we bumped into sean and celest and crew la. hui yi is easy to scare la. haha. k. i hate my sister. she told on me. i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HATE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;her so much, i want to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SKIN HER ALIVE. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;byee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109178728841279701?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109178728841279701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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101</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey ya..its me. yes. me. im back again. aww well, at least for now la. hmm. i didnt go to skool todae. so somehow or rather i found time to do this la. haha. k. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;byee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7864763-109169259565236246?l=slackon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://slackon.blogspot.com/feeds/109169259565236246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7864763&amp;postID=109169259565236246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7864763/posts/default/109169259565236246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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