<?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-16541165</id><updated>2011-07-05T16:30:30.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog this shit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16541165.post-117266916364178044</id><published>2007-02-28T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:26:03.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have not blogged for a long time. I guess I better give up this blog instead of having headaches thinking of what to blog about. Farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-117266916364178044?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/117266916364178044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=117266916364178044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/117266916364178044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/117266916364178044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-have-not-blogged-for-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-117095270405469843</id><published>2007-02-09T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T00:40:07.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese new year is coming. Miss the 'good ol' chinese new year songs? Can somebody just shut all those songs up? I have had enough of em'. Now dancing to the tune of that song? Dancing talents shouldn't really be used in this way. Kill me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cKZEl0tghIo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cKZEl0tghIo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-117095270405469843?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/117095270405469843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=117095270405469843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/117095270405469843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/117095270405469843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-117076849700145511</id><published>2007-02-06T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:28:17.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since my last update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was down for the whole of last week due to the hair loss. Things had gotten better now after I visited Doctor Lee. But the worst news is, I had to cut down/quit eating Macdonald's. It's very obviously, torturing for someone who eats an average of two fast food meals a day, to cut down on my main food source, Macdonald's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also encouraged to work lesser. More work = more stress = more hair losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared of getting other illnesses, I still had goals to accomplish. However, I still wrote my last wishes down and put it in a safe. If 1 day I were to leave this world first, one of my assigned buddy will distribute my belongings accordingly. Not much, but at least better than nothing. Wish me luck in my health.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-117076849700145511?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/117076849700145511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=117076849700145511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/117076849700145511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/117076849700145511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-long-time-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-117008435725681359</id><published>2007-01-29T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:25:57.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just when I thought 2007 was a fresh start for me, my head starts to bald. i'm only 23 if you do not mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-117008435725681359?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/117008435725681359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=117008435725681359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/117008435725681359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/117008435725681359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-when-i-thought-2007-was-fresh.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116851779404694165</id><published>2007-01-11T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:24:00.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been a frequent traveller with the SMRT since young and have seen the changes moving on with time. From the last stop being at Yishun to North-East line being opened up and trains no longer need a human driver to operate. One thing that never changes is the hustle during the morning and evening. People rushing to work makes the majority of this 'rush hour'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why are we living such a hectic life? I don't know for sure. But I have been thinking is it because of stressful life here? Cannot blame everything on stress also, right? People ask why do you smoke, you reply 'stress'. People ask why you drink, you also reply 'stressed'. Jump off Mrt tracks?, also blame on stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not like the feeling of being pushed while on the escalator, or when people squeezing in through the train's door even when it is half-closed. I guess everyone feels the same way too. We do not like being rushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So? Why can't people follow me instead? Not all, but at least more. We can wake up 1/2 an hour earlier, move off from home 15 mins earlier than usual, and arrive at the destination, earlier, and without any rush! Are Singaporeans relying too much on our punctual trains to bring them to work on the dot of the working hour? Or is it just plain 'kiasuism'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116851779404694165?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116851779404694165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116851779404694165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116851779404694165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116851779404694165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-have-been-frequent-traveller-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116835485689604089</id><published>2007-01-09T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:08:34.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My new name is being exposed for the first time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I thought I was free, my attachment starts and I got more busy than when I was schooling. Reports, trainings, additional delivery job, but I had managed to squeeze out some time for family, not for friends though. &lt;em&gt;(picture used is taken 3 years ago)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene had a surprise for me yesterday, a self-made &lt;strike&gt;porn&lt;/strike&gt; video of our class. She slotted it into my clear file without me knowing and I only noticed it when I was about to go to bed. Quite touching because of the songs used and it's the fucking first time someone actually did something like that for me. Thanks lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Highlight of last week, &lt;a href="http://www.verypoisonouslady.blogspot.com/"&gt;Very Poisonous Lady&lt;/a&gt; showed up in Sun Plaza, posing a threat to KFC and I was too shy to approach her. I think she's planning to strike an attack on the giant fast-food chain before SpiderMan 3 appears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116835485689604089?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116835485689604089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116835485689604089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116835485689604089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116835485689604089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-new-name-is-being-exposed-for-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116835452974883243</id><published>2007-01-09T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:55:29.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember Channel U's SuperBand's Jade? The band that I think has so far sang the best version of William su's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkVikIRLqYk"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nan ren bu gai rang nu ren liu lei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this isn't the thing I wanna tell you guys about. I came upon his blog and has read it through. It describes the job of being an air steward and I think there are more cons than pros in this line. Makes me think a little more about trying out as an air steward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have added him in my links, you girls might want go check it out on that handsome guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116835452974883243?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116835452974883243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116835452974883243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116835452974883243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116835452974883243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/01/remember-channel-us-superbands-jade.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116805656948195709</id><published>2007-01-06T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T12:10:09.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am still in holidays' mood. Let me enjoy a few more days before I post any entries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116805656948195709?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116805656948195709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116805656948195709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116805656948195709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116805656948195709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-am-still-in-holidays-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116711736853378490</id><published>2006-12-26T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:19:18.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Year 2006 is coming to an end in just a few days' time.&lt;br /&gt;What's happening and what has happened will soon become histories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just skip the first half of the year, I was working and nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;Till May, I entered school again after a 5 years' break. It has been a fun and yet agonised experience. Results were sort of a motivation for me, friends were cool. I got nominated for &lt;a href="http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/10/studying-in-this-school-is-like.html"&gt;NATAS award&lt;/a&gt; but lost it to my classmate. &lt;a href="http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-guess-i-was-too-confident-of-getting.html"&gt;Things&lt;/a&gt; went down for me and I was like a living corpse, without knowing what to do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the later part of the year, I soon blog less and less. All because I find them troublesome, take for example, my fussy;bad temper changing to a new patient me, my usual long hair being cut to look more like a student, the tour guild camp, tourism classes' visit to Thailand, Princess Cruises project, the recent Christmas Eve countdown. Minor things like buying Lucify's official t-shirts, things going on at Mac SP, my newly-passed license, new K800I and the renovations going on in my house. The friends I have met throughout the year and those whom I have really seen through. The frequent fine-dinings which many bloggers like to blog about. There are just so many happenings, but I would rather not blog it due to my laziness. Will this blog still be valid in year 2007? Hopefully yes. And at the same time, I just wanted to keep myself more busy and earning more money, working towards my goal. Take that as my new year's resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss good friends like Shirley and companies, Panther and the leopards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since year 2006 is all about school, this picture serves it's best use as picture of my year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1300/1573/1600/140743/DCAM0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1300/1573/320/891525/DCAM0009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, happy new year and forget me not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116711736853378490?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116711736853378490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116711736853378490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116711736853378490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116711736853378490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-2006-is-coming-to-end-in-just-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116676369468706552</id><published>2006-12-22T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T13:01:34.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some of the songs I always sing when I patronise the family KTV:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 除此之外, 你爱我吗 by 范逸臣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 我爱的人 by 陈小春&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 第一次, 童话 by 光良&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 痴心绝对( must sing), 手放开 by 李圣杰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 爱一个人好难, 男人不该让女人流泪, Sorry by 苏永康&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 唯一, 爱的就是你, Forever Love, Kiss Goodbye by 王力宏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let Me Die by 谢霆锋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 寂寞边界, 当你孤单你会想起谁 by 张栋梁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 纯真, 天天想你, 温柔, 孙悟空 by 五月天&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave English songs alone. Just looking at the chinese titles that I sing, It's pathetic. Not even a happy song and I don't know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116676369468706552?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116676369468706552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116676369468706552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116676369468706552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116676369468706552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/12/some-of-songs-i-always-sing-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116542163664465074</id><published>2006-12-06T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:22:15.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GST is increasing &lt;strike&gt;yet&lt;/strike&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years of living, i have come to notice that everything around me has increased prices tremendously. They include bus and MRT fares, cigarettes and even food. Among all, i felt that transport and tabacco increased the most. From the first bus I took which costs 25cents to the current 83cents? And cigarettes from the time I started smoking, $2.70 per 10 sticks to $11.20 per 20 sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic, GST (Goods and Service Tax)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everyone has eaten in a restaurant. Do you ever read the receipt? Which shows the service charge and GST? I wondered just now, since GST is included, why must service charge be included too? Even if so, the restaurant should charge only 2.5% for the goods tax. Why are we to pay two times the service tax/charge? Will someone correct and convince me that I am wrong to say so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since everything around us has increased their prices, what about the pay? Economy is picking up, so should the basic pay of individuals. I pity those lower classes. They worked so hard to earn that misery sum of money to pay for all bills and etc. And subsidies always take alot of procedures and time to process, and not all of them gets approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we cannot complain much also. I always thought that the standard of living in Singapore is high, till I went to Bangkok two months ago. I doubt their salaries can get as high as ours, but yet their things in the local shopping malls cost around the same price as ours. Let's wait till the integrated resort is built, I am sure things are gonna happen. Let's just hope it would benefit the people better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116542163664465074?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116542163664465074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116542163664465074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116542163664465074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116542163664465074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/12/gst-is-increasing-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116498781519395373</id><published>2006-12-01T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:45:13.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you remember &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07387.jpg"&gt;zhng my room&lt;/a&gt;? And that I promised to update? Here it is, though it's not the colours I had expected. And it's just completed and my room reeks of paint smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1300/1573/1600/366598/DSC07401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1300/1573/320/325046/DSC07401.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does anyone knows why the pictures I take now turn out to have 'lines' around them? Click to enlarge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116498781519395373?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116498781519395373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116498781519395373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116498781519395373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116498781519395373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-you-remember-zhng-my-room-and-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116480797641503684</id><published>2006-11-29T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:48:16.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find this e-mail very touching. I am lucky to have gone through them. Reminds me of my sweet chilhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My sweet SINGAPORE childhood&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Fond memories For those who were borned in the 70s and 80s.  (in singapore!!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You grew up watching He-man, MASK, Transformers, Silver Hawk and &lt;br /&gt;Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles, My Little Pony and &lt;br /&gt;Smurfs too. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school &lt;br /&gt;during recess time. You will squat by a drain with all your &lt;br /&gt;classmates beside you, and brush your teeth with a coloured mug.The &lt;br /&gt;teachers said you must brush each side 10 times too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You know what SBC stands for. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. You pay 40 cents for Chocolate or Strawberry MILK every &lt;br /&gt;week in class. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. You watch a very popular Malay dubbed Japanese drama on &lt;br /&gt;RTM1 about schoolgirls who possess powerful skills in volleyball &lt;br /&gt;called Meoro Attack. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. You find your friends with pagers and handphone cool in Secondary &lt;br /&gt;school. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. SBS buses used to be non-airconditioned. The bus seats are made &lt;br /&gt;of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEP! &lt;br /&gt;when pressed. There are colourful tickets forTIBS buses.The &lt;br /&gt;conductor will check for tickets by using a machine which punches a &lt;br /&gt;hole in the ticket. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. Envelopes given to us to donate to Sharity Elephant every &lt;br /&gt;Children's Day. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. You've probably read Young Generation magazine.You know who's &lt;br /&gt;Vinny the little vampire and Acai the constable. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. You were there when they first introduced MRT here. You went for &lt;br /&gt;the first ride with your parents and you &lt;br /&gt;would kneel on the seat to see the scenery. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short Cake and Barbie Dolls. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. You learn to laugh like The Count in Sesame Street. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. You longed to buy tibits called Kaka (20 cents per pack), and &lt;br /&gt;Ding Dang (50 cents per box), that had a toy in it and it changes &lt;br /&gt;every week not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and the ring &lt;br /&gt;pop, where the lollipop is the diamond on the ring. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. You watched TV2 (also known as Channel 10) cartoons because &lt;br /&gt;Channel 5 never had enough cartoons for you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators, Famous Five and Secret Seven are probably the thickest story books you ever thought &lt;br /&gt;you have read. Even Sweet Valley High and Malory Towers. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that serve food in plates &lt;br /&gt;and let you use metal forks and knives. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. The most vulgar thing you said was asshole and idiot and THE &lt;br /&gt;MOST EXTREME WAS 'super white'...you just couldn't bring yourself to &lt;br /&gt;say the hokkien relative. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. Catching was the IN thing and twist as the magic word. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. Your English workbooks was made of some damn poor quality paper &lt;br /&gt;that was smooth and yellow. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. CDIS were your bestfriend &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. The only computer lessons in school involved funny pixellised characters in 16 colours walking about trying to teach you maths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck and a must everywhere &lt;br /&gt;you go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Boys loved to play soccer with small plastic balls in the basketball court. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. Teng-teng, five stones, chapteh, hentam bola and zero point were &lt;br /&gt;all the rage with the girls and boys too... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being the most &lt;br /&gt;important plants of our lives, guppies and swordtail being the most &lt;br /&gt;important fish. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John, eternalized in our &lt;br /&gt;minds from the textbooks. Even Mr Wally &amp; Mr. Yakki. What abt Miss &lt;br /&gt;Lala??? And Zaki and Tini in Malay Textbooks &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. We carry out experiments of our own to get yourself badges for being a Young Zoologist/Botanist etc. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29. Every Children's day and National day you &lt;br /&gt;either get pins or &lt;br /&gt;Pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb files with 'Happy &lt;br /&gt;National Day 1994'. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30. In Primary six you had to play buddy for the younger kids like big sister and brother. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;31. We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;32. Your form teacher taught you Maths, Science and English. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;33. The worksheets were made of brown rough paper of poor quality. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;34. You went to school in slippers and a raincoat when it rained, &lt;br /&gt;and you find a dry spot in the school to sit down, dry your feet, &lt;br /&gt;and wear your dry and warm socks and shoes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35. School dismissal time was normally around 1 pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. There would be spelling tests and mental sums to do almost everyday. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;37. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if your parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;38. You see Wee Kim Wee's face in the school hall. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;39. You freak out when the teacher tells you to line up according to &lt;br /&gt;height and hold hands with the corresponding boy or girl &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;40. Boys like to catch fighting spiders. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;41. Collecting and battling erasers was a pastime for boys. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;42. Autograph books were loaded with "Best Wishes", "Forget Me Not", &lt;br /&gt;and small poems like "Bird fly high, hard to catch.Friend like you, &lt;br /&gt;hard to forget". &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;43. Class monitors and prefects loved to say "You talk somemore, I write your name ah!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;44. There were at least 40 people in one class. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;45. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;46. You brought every single book to school, even though there was &lt;br /&gt;one thing called the timetable. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For those who are born in &lt;br /&gt;those days... remember the good old days? &lt;br /&gt;For those who aren't.... know what u missed out..?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116480797641503684?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116480797641503684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116480797641503684' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116480797641503684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116480797641503684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-find-this-e-mail-very-touching.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116357831889850128</id><published>2006-11-15T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:10:10.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I was too confident of getting the NATAS award. Too confident till I really feel the pain of losing it. I've lost it. I have lost Reese, my opportunity and my chance. A once so colourful world seems to turn dark in just a splitting second. All's left is just her shadow, leaving for good and never to return. My plight so pathetic that I guess even Tiger Woods will feel sad for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/dejected.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/dejected.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why give me hope when there is none? i hate losing, but I'm losing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116357831889850128?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116357831889850128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116357831889850128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116357831889850128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116357831889850128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-guess-i-was-too-confident-of-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116333740034199436</id><published>2006-11-12T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:16:40.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you check your emails everyday and get forwarded messages asking you to help forward the message? Email with headings like &lt;em&gt;'IF YOU DELETE THIS, YOU ARE HEARTLESS'&lt;/em&gt;, or &lt;em&gt;'PLEASE HELP'&lt;/em&gt; and many more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the more you forward, the more money the original sender will get from BBC, NTUC, and many CCCCCCC(s). I used to help forward around the messages, thinking what harm will it do to me anyway. Till one day I have noticed, one of the message I have forwarded around one year ago?, is being sent back to me, asking me to forward it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's the part I started suspecting if these emails were true. I believe all humans will do their bit to help, but at the same time, some lamers were trying to create messages for the fun of it, asking people to forward them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, my friends, do not send me such emails anymore. I am sick of them, I am heartless. I rather continue doing my 'cash' donations to those aunties and uncles singing, selling tissues and collecting cardboards for a living. It's just so much practical for me, rather than sending emails to everyone in my contact list, and in the end getting the emails sent back to me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116333740034199436?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116333740034199436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116333740034199436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116333740034199436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116333740034199436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/11/do-you-check-your-emails-everyday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116317583110887190</id><published>2006-11-11T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:25:04.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess where I was today? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07388.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATAS!&lt;br /&gt;I embarked on my trip towards my &lt;a href="http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/10/studying-in-this-school-is-like.html"&gt;'stardom route'&lt;/a&gt;. I was there for an interview and I guessed I performed well. The interviewers were rather impressed with me. I is happy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Updates of my current room design, more to come, hopfully.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07387.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116317583110887190?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116317583110887190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116317583110887190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116317583110887190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116317583110887190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/11/guess-where-i-was-today-natas-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116282343091428445</id><published>2006-11-06T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T22:36:58.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been away for so long, but do anyone really misses my entries? If yes, wait for a few more days, I will be showing my new room. If no, well be it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116282343091428445?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116282343091428445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116282343091428445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116282343091428445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116282343091428445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-been-away-for-so-long-but-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116238394320801476</id><published>2006-11-01T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:25:43.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Don't even try talking me into posting entries now. I hadn't enough sleep, been busy with the painting works going on around my house now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116238394320801476?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116238394320801476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116238394320801476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116238394320801476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116238394320801476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/11/dont-even-try-talking-me-into-posting.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116159908593930169</id><published>2006-10-23T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:28:10.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Studying in this school is like walking a way to 'stardom'.&lt;br /&gt;First, I got the good grades and was nominated for the Natas award.&lt;br /&gt;Then this 31st, I will be representing my school to go for an interview in ITE BALESTIER. Coming attachment months in Jan-FEB, I might be filmed on a program shown on Channel U. But I have kindly rejected my teacher's offer to be filmed and have recommended more TV-friendly looking classmates of mine. Viewers see me on TV, I think they jump MRT. (no offenses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this like walking through the routes of Singapore Idol?&lt;br /&gt;You get passed the auditions, get nominated via very 'cheap' 60 cents/SMSes, then to interviews on radios and tvs. And finally perform live in the stadium which the event will be broadcasted on national TV. I think I suit being a porn star more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116159908593930169?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116159908593930169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116159908593930169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116159908593930169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116159908593930169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/10/studying-in-this-school-is-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-116021153867443683</id><published>2006-10-07T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T17:00:04.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Art, to me, is like human beings' characters. Different kind of art brings out different kind of personalities in one person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/street.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/calligraphy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/calligraphy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am trying to say here is, I do not click with Harris. He is trying to be strict with me, though he always fail to do so. Is discipline that important in such an age? And that a leopard never changes its spots? I was naughty, but not now. And he is still not convinced...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-116021153867443683?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/116021153867443683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=116021153867443683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116021153867443683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/116021153867443683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/10/art-to-me-is-like-human-beings.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115980892458168955</id><published>2006-10-03T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:11:56.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess something is wrong today. Definitely something wrong. As usual, when I reached home, I will proceed straight to my fridge for a drink of ice chilled fresh milk. And usually again, my family will leave messages for me on the fridge door. Today was the first time I saw something different, no, not messages.. Money.. Yes~ CASH MONEY. I don't think they were for me, probably they were remains of what were thrown into the washing machine. But never mind.. I is money-faced, I tend to lose control over myself when I see money. Look carefully at the pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07354.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't no photo hunt game. Yes you're right. Your eyes didn't play a trick on ya. The $1000 bill is mine now. Wanna know what did I write to her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to be a filial son of Marianna. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115980892458168955?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115980892458168955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115980892458168955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115980892458168955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115980892458168955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-guess-something-is-wrong-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115953827898751434</id><published>2006-09-29T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:59:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For so many months of working and schooling, I have had my first official off day yesterday. I used to think that getting off from work is a waste of time, till I went out shopping for the half of yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels real good to pamper yourself once in a while, spending the money you have earned so hard on things you like to eat and wear etc. I vow, after my thailand trip next month, I will save up for another trip to Australia. I wanna visit the Great Barrier Reef, Movie world, Ayers Rock and Gold Coast. But.. who wanna go with me? I definitely ain't in the allocentric group.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115953827898751434?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115953827898751434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115953827898751434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115953827898751434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115953827898751434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/09/for-so-many-months-of-working-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115919331155128515</id><published>2006-09-25T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:08:31.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I was good, but it turned out to be average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to school regarding the NATAS award today, and only to find out that the 3 person, whom I supposedly thought were to get the award, were only nominees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of these 3, only 1 will get the award. And it's gonna be a tough 'battle' for me as the other 1 is good! The other person is still unknown yet, so if he/she turns out to be the winner in the end, it gonna be bad for us. Cause we were the 2 to be selected first, and he/she came in last and yet win the award. Never mind about this, I am that generous to let the best man/woman win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the stress just goes on and on. But I like! It's time to &lt;a href="http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-is-everybody-talking-about-being.html"&gt;slim down&lt;/a&gt; again. I am getting fat from eating fast foods from morning till night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115919331155128515?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115919331155128515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115919331155128515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115919331155128515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115919331155128515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-thought-i-was-good-but-it-turned-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115892763905892241</id><published>2006-09-22T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:22:26.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder if I should take this as a good or bad piece of news. My class advisor called me up today to inform me that I have gotten the &lt;a href="http://www.natas.travel/"&gt;NATAS&lt;/a&gt; award. Getting this award sure is a chance of a lifetime, and that it only goes to 3 people and I am one of the 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROS:&lt;br /&gt;1 - I will get a chance to work in the company&lt;br /&gt;2 - Getting a job in such industry is sure to get me a satisfied pay&lt;br /&gt;3 - I won't perspire and bleed while working again due to injuries and such&lt;br /&gt;4 - I get to work and study at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONS:&lt;br /&gt;1 - I have not enough motivation to work in such industry, an office environment&lt;br /&gt;2 - I won't get to rest on weekends and have family outings&lt;br /&gt;3 - I do not like 'mind' jobs, I prefer 'physical' jobs&lt;br /&gt;4 - As there are high chances to get into NATAS and CHAN BROTHERS, it will surely &lt;br /&gt;    be a more than tough and demanding job as they are one of the biggest      &lt;br /&gt;    organisations in the tourism industry&lt;br /&gt;5 - I can't keep my hair long and dye them blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Should I be happy or stress? It's an honour to get that award. But somehow, something is trying to pull me back. Anyway, it would be great if REESE was to see my achievement. A step closer to getting back what I have lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115892763905892241?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115892763905892241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115892763905892241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115892763905892241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115892763905892241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-wonder-if-i-should-take-this-as-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115860648275651457</id><published>2006-09-19T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T03:09:32.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's holidays again and I am back to my usual working lifestyle. Life is all about money to me. If given a choice of friends and money, I would choose money. Why is money that important to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Money can buy me all things, even love ( money can't buy love is only an excuse of not being able to find love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: One will be respected when he is rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Life won't be that stressful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Money can buy health ( Even the best doctor can be hired if  you are damn freaky rich)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those above mentioned ends up in a single result : A HAPPY MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That really explains why I am not happy, even given the number of hours I work per day, including the 5 'jobs' that I am holding currently. Ever since Harris went to court and was declared bankrupt, we had been living in a more than harsh condition. So bad that my dog had to survive on cockroaches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA MARRY A RICH OLD LADY, WHO WILL GIVE ME HER FORTUNE AFTER SHE DIE! Anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115860648275651457?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115860648275651457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115860648275651457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115860648275651457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115860648275651457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-holidays-again-and-i-am-back-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115796439776103223</id><published>2006-09-11T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T16:51:37.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a bit late, but nice one there. Watch out for the screams of the fans when the result was announced. It just break my heart to watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/57yhOoPLboM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/57yhOoPLboM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Video taken from &lt;a href="http://singaporebeauty.com/"&gt;http://Singaporebeauty.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115796439776103223?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115796439776103223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115796439776103223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115796439776103223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115796439776103223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-bit-late-but-nice-one-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115769649863764888</id><published>2006-09-08T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T14:23:13.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITE is actually not as difficult as I thought it would be. I scored another 89 and 88 marks for 2 mock exam papers, yes, without studying for it. And hey! That's another 2 As I have gotten for this certain subject. Conclusion: No stupid people die, only lazy people do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A certain classmate of mine mentioned something which sounded extremely funny and ridiculous today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classmate: Teacher, do you know that bangladeshes working at Kranji war memorial earned the most money among all Bangladeshes in Singapore? They were paid by Europeans and not the government of Singapore, $8 pounds. (I wasn't sure if the $8 pounds was per day or per hour.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets calculate roughly: Lets make $8 pounds = S$20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$8 pounds a day = S$20 per day ; $8 pounds per hour = S$20 times 8 standard working hours = S$160!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe they can earn so much money per day when most Singaporeans can't? Don't sound logical do it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the term 'Bangladesh' has become construction workers for most people living in Singapore. To remind you again, it refers to nationals of Bangladesh, and they do have degree holders there as well. So Bangladeshes working in Singapore do not mean that they are construction workers, they might be working as engineers here. So highest paid bangladesh in Singapore is most likely not working in Kranji war memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can correct me and prove me wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Gentle reminder, those in Kranji war memorial were working as grass cutters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115769649863764888?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115769649863764888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115769649863764888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115769649863764888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115769649863764888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/09/ite-is-actually-not-as-difficult-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115703930839136286</id><published>2006-08-31T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:52:09.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a great while since I have commented on any movies isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/photo_06_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/photo_06_hires.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been made better, the story ain't completed. What I wanted to see was the bad guy being prosecuted and so on. It showed nothing on that throughout the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;However, some scenes were great. Eg the part where the very hot babe was making out with a guy in the toilet and got bitten in the nipple by a snake. NC16? Naked upper body of a sexy babe? That's the way movies should be done. It's greater than any R21 movies I have watched. Real babes should be used for 'hot' scenes instead! Back to the story, hundreds of snakes and a giant python is rather freaky. I wouldn't really dare take a plane now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the story, I felt rather happy and touched to see the plane and the remaining people on board land safely. Though the plane is landed by a stupid guy who did not know anything about planes, except that he had played plane games on PS2. Overall, a rather plain movie. But if you are one who go for short time thrills, it's still a recommended movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115703930839136286?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115703930839136286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115703930839136286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115703930839136286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115703930839136286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-been-great-while-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115666054394337923</id><published>2006-08-27T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:15:08.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I would like to present you the international photo-taking pose(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSCN0035.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSCN0035.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poses so &lt;strike&gt;cute&lt;/strike&gt; 'great', everyone's doing it! Twist em up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attn: Dick&lt;br /&gt;Do we look alike now? You should have seen how rowdy I behaved when I was wearing that attire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115666054394337923?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115666054394337923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115666054394337923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115666054394337923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115666054394337923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-i-would-like-to-present-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115615907169688551</id><published>2006-08-21T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:17:51.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tell you ah.. I have been top student for the 3rd consecutive time and I am happy to have such achievements. However, it's really time to take a break. I am tired..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115615907169688551?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115615907169688551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115615907169688551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115615907169688551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115615907169688551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-tell-you-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115528531938477070</id><published>2006-08-11T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T16:36:12.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do not like taking tests on love lives, fortune telling and horoscope etc. However, whenever I did a test out of boredom, it always show something that happens to be part of me. Today, yet again, I did another test. The last sentence was so true! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/metype.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/metype.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rather freaky to know how a simple test can tell you what kinda person he/she is. Nevertheless, I still believe in reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115528531938477070?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115528531938477070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115528531938477070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115528531938477070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115528531938477070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-do-not-like-taking-tests-on-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115527510443112264</id><published>2006-08-11T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T13:47:41.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of an e-mail</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I tried to get the Lucify t-shirts again! It was the 3rd time they were allowing us to place orders. With the 'urgent' need for the t-shirts, i e-mailed them, with hopes of getting a higher chance of getting the t-shirts. Now, they have replied. Though not confirmed that I might get the t-shirts, but at least there is a better hope right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/lucify%20tshirt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/400/lucify%20tshirt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115527510443112264?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115527510443112264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115527510443112264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115527510443112264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115527510443112264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/08/power-of-e-mail.html' title='The power of an e-mail'/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115504366979867241</id><published>2006-08-08T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:32:11.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We live in a multi-racial, cultural country. But how many of us really appreciate the beauty of it? Take for example the indian food,prata, malay; teh tarik to the chinese's dim sum and other international cuisines belonging to the land of the rising sun and so on. Take for example this picture,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07294.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not taken properly, but I hope you all get the idea of the picture, which includes 3 main races of Singapore. (Can't possibly ask people on the train to pose for me, therefore please do not comment on the picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the picture.. Now that I have mentioned it, do you realise that we have overlooked this kind of scene that we see everyday and everytime? The different kind of lifestyles, skin colour. Unlike Japan, China and London whose commuters share almost the same skin colour, we have the chance to make multi-racial car pool a common sight here. Can you imagine going on a safari trip in Africa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115504366979867241?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115504366979867241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115504366979867241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115504366979867241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115504366979867241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-live-in-multi-racial-cultural.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115479633025779637</id><published>2006-08-06T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T00:47:38.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great minds really think alike! Though they have lost, but they have still gotten the likings of many fans like me. Bringing you &lt;a href="http://blinkymummy.blogspot.com/2006/08/lucify.html"&gt;Lucify&lt;/a&gt;! Failed to get their t-shirts though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115479633025779637?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115479633025779637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115479633025779637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115479633025779637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115479633025779637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/08/great-minds-really-think-alike-though.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115443070197564013</id><published>2006-08-01T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T19:13:30.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I trusted that ITE is not the end yet. But it failed me again and again. It's really the end. Impatient clerks, over hyperactive students, incomplete air-con and computer facilities, damaged toilets. All these are turning me off. Most importantly, no girl friend yet! Looks like I might have to apply for a cleaner job in Saint Nicholas Girls' School to fulfil my 'motto'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115443070197564013?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115443070197564013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115443070197564013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115443070197564013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115443070197564013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-trusted-that-ite-is-not-end-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115397178450595805</id><published>2006-07-27T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T11:45:13.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you all may have noticed, I have added a new link, &lt;a href="http://www.jolie-femme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jolie Femme&lt;/a&gt;. This is a website set up by my cousin, Caroline, to sell some female accessories all made by herself. Please do support and good news is, readers of mine will get up to a maximum of 10% discounts (on certain products) for the whole month of August. Try to order more and get more discounts. So what are you waiting for? Make yourself pretty and unique by purchasing the products available (stay connected for updates, she's got lots of other products). Custom-made ear rings/studs services also available depending on designs. Click on &lt;a href="http://www.jolie-femme.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jolie Femme&lt;/a&gt; now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115397178450595805?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115397178450595805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115397178450595805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115397178450595805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115397178450595805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-you-all-may-have-noticed-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115323202716442249</id><published>2006-07-18T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:19:14.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do I look like a rich fucker to you? Or it's just that I look stupid to you?&lt;br /&gt;I was at the recent food fair that is going on at Sun Plaza and this muslim stall got me stopped. Their large pile of 'mee hoons' and fried noodles looked great. I decided to try it irregardless of the very little variety of side dishes they had, since I was going to MacDonald's to buy fries and nuggets. However.. I got a little shocked after I was going to pay for the 'mee hoon' with just a hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07291.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;$1 for the hotdog and $3 for the 'cold' mee hoon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really okay for me to pay for the $4 if you had kindly labelled the price for the food, and if they tasted great. $4 is all you said. Who knows if you had no customers and wanted to rip me off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was grumbling about it throughout and Syed decided to do something that cheered me up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07290.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the only one who can challenge me by being the fastest rider. We both did the fastest record of 7 mins timed from leaving MacDonald's to customer's house and back to MacDonald's. Unbelievable is all I could say, I didn't believe it either. The venue is not a walkable distance for your info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115323202716442249?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115323202716442249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115323202716442249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115323202716442249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115323202716442249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-i-look-like-rich-fucker-to-you-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115305225885074426</id><published>2006-07-16T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:17:38.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There used to be a time when you could search for my blog through search engines. Now? I have lost all my readers(it's already an honour to have some *I am humble*) and they cannot even find my blog through search engines. I felt lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115305225885074426?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115305225885074426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115305225885074426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115305225885074426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115305225885074426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-used-to-be-time-when-you-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115254244643635535</id><published>2006-07-10T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:45:10.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bambo oh~ Italy won the world cup! And fengshui masters predict that France will win. LOL ! Should we believe in fengshui or just face reality? Ask yourself, not me. I know my answer, for reality treats me real bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115254244643635535?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115254244643635535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115254244643635535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115254244643635535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115254244643635535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/07/bambo-oh-italy-won-world-cup-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115227685153440557</id><published>2006-07-07T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T20:58:21.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is everybody talking about being stress? We must accept the fact that we are living in a hectic environment, and we should learn to live it. I ain't strong-willed, and I do not like things done here. But what can I do? Just do it! I appear cheerful and crazy at times, but am I? I've got prove! I was fat, but look at me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07289.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results due to 'stress'. I lost 5.1 KG in 2 months and owned a 27 inched waist now, thanks to 'stress'. Let me tell you this, slimming agencies are useless. In order to lose weight, add 'stress' to yourself instead of wasting time and money on physical exercises and useless treatments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115227685153440557?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115227685153440557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115227685153440557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115227685153440557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115227685153440557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-is-everybody-talking-about-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115209810875834657</id><published>2006-07-05T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:16:37.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I called Harley up this morning and to my disappointment, get to know that they had gone back to Australia, meaning I won't be able to get the pictures. I is sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115209810875834657?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115209810875834657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115209810875834657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115209810875834657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115209810875834657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-called-harley-up-this-morning-and-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115203829592922565</id><published>2006-07-05T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:18:20.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't help but blog about this! I went to a house full of aussies just now. They were cool! YES! Ice Cool~ . Took a few photos with them and forgot to get them to email me the photos. Disappointed with myself. Where is my self esteem? Hopefully my courage to ask them for it will build up tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115203829592922565?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115203829592922565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115203829592922565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115203829592922565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115203829592922565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-cant-help-but-blog-about-this-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115182302236874252</id><published>2006-07-02T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:58:18.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>07/01/2006 = A total mess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our very 'fine' country had imposed a new law! Smoking is only allowed in designated places. I personally went to cafes and food centres to check it out and guess what!? An average of only 5 tables per food centres allows you to smoke. We all know patrons of food centres are 'mostly' smokers;drinkers. Why isn't a law forbidding non-smokers to enter such premises imposed? If they want, they may enter at their own risk. I may sound stingy to non-smokers, but am I being fair to smokers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is that we all jolly well know that smoking and drinking is strongly discouraged by everyone. Cigarettes advertisments are banned in our country, but beer? Isn't beer considered an alcoholic drink? Just because we produce Tiger Beer and we are allowed to drink and advertise everywhere? Oh! I understand drinking alcoholic drinks clears germs in your body, therefore = healthy drink..&lt;br /&gt;Someone should really make new brands of local cigarettes. And now, some common pictures you will see in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/smoking.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/drinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/drinking.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil prices are terrible now too. Speaking of vehicles reminded me of an &lt;a href="http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/09/road-users-watch-out.html"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt;. Since the reason why smoking at public places is due to health, something should be done to carbon monoxide too. They are getting worse, especially lorries, vans and even the 'green frog' rubbish truck that clears your rubbish everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115182302236874252?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115182302236874252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115182302236874252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115182302236874252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115182302236874252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/07/07012006-total-mess-our-very-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115158424976145822</id><published>2006-06-29T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:34:05.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is usually quiet..After I have changed the address, it has become a graveyard! I am not really happy over this, for I really do have some unknown readers, who motivates me to blog. How can I ever let them know my blog is here? Put a link on my previous address? Which allows those whom I do not want to be linked together too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have calculated. Ever since the day I changed my address to here, I have only less than 10 readers. How pathetic that is? And they did not heed my advise and turned my tag board into a chat box. It's really ok to tag, but not messages like meizhu's! You have exposed me into yet another ah beng. If I were beng, I would want &lt;a href="http://www.blinkymummy.blogspot.com"&gt;BlinkyMummy&lt;/a&gt; to link me! I would greatly appreciate that and feel honoured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been very close with this malay girl in my class. I shall not talk much about this matter in case people misundertand. I just hope the joke hasn't got too far in the beginning and guess it's always better to be close friends than any other thing. All I can say is that she is real cool! Do not leave my circle of close friends ok? Come to think about it, I am &lt;strike&gt;racist&lt;/strike&gt; still interested in chinese girls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115158424976145822?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115158424976145822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115158424976145822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115158424976145822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115158424976145822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-blog-is-usually-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115108301473692728</id><published>2006-06-24T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:16:54.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since privacy is sort of important to me. I think I should respect others too. Therefore Jane is removed from my link. Sorry for doing so initially without permission.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115108301473692728?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115108301473692728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115108301473692728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115108301473692728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115108301473692728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/06/since-privacy-is-sort-of-important-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115108219896658631</id><published>2006-06-24T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:14:42.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Angelia's birthday, I was unable to go due to work. Kind of miss the girls for I had not seen them for quite some time. *get what i mean, shirley?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this &lt;a href="http://wongbrothers.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-on-quite-ok-terms-with-my.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; has been mistaken by many of my classmates. I wasn't angry or sad or whatever with anyone. 'DISLIKE' with the " '   ' " do not mean the real thing. Whatever.. I is 'happy' . LOOK, I am doing the '   ' thing again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really happy when my classmates came to know of my blog, I felt that my privacy has been invaded. But things have already happened and I cannot do anything about it. The aim of my blog is to attract readers, but I did not expect them to be my classmates? How do i put it? The only loyal reader whom I know in real life is &lt;a href="http://www.diorling.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shirley&lt;/a&gt;, so it comes to a shock when my humble blog is known to my classmates who I see everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine they keep asking you about your new entries... Gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Jessica Lim, just in case you happen to see this entry, the girl mentioned is you alright. However I meant nothing at all, so do not blame me in any cases, or feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what publicity has done. Every entry must be planned and composer be sure that he/she do not provoke anyone. Is it a game over for my blog?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115108219896658631?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115108219896658631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115108219896658631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115108219896658631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115108219896658631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/06/today-is-angelias-birthday-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115099450605135590</id><published>2006-06-23T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:45:20.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloggers added&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have 2 new bloggers. I wonder how long they will last? It takes at least some motivations and efforts to blog. Look at my blog now, I have failed. Will you all fail too? Hopefully not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115099450605135590?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115099450605135590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115099450605135590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115099450605135590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115099450605135590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/06/bloggers-added-we-have-2-new-bloggers.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115087163713483765</id><published>2006-06-21T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T00:44:50.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was on quite ok terms with my classmates, but I would never expect why this girl was 'disliking' me so much. She scolds me and never did talk to me. Although the scoldings were in a kidding mode, I still do not understand why she has to treat me in this way. Then I enquired about her and everyone told me she is a good person. I thought for some time and came to a conclusion. Let's put me as a good guy,&lt;br /&gt;and the girl as a good female..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/conclusion.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/conclusion.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why I came up with such conclusion. But I do know I prefer girls who treat me badly than to those who treat me good. Never mind me, my own conclusion, not to offend people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115087163713483765?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115087163713483765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115087163713483765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115087163713483765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115087163713483765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-on-quite-ok-terms-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115052597212248146</id><published>2006-06-17T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T14:35:14.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was happily working today when some stranger called me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: PTE Isaac, you are being mobilised. Report to Nee Soon Camp in full battle order by 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: okie dokie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then being the in charge for calling up those who stay near me, I called them up to inform them about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL OF THEM WERE TRAUMATISED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very simple why we were unhappy. WE JUST CAME BACK FROM OUR ICT 2 WEEKS AGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we decided to go since we had no choice. And funny thing is, none of our friends got activated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, things got out of hand and spreaded to RSM and CO. They called me up and enquired about everything. And in the end, declare this as a prank call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like '$#@%&amp;', called those i called up earlier on, to inform them about the cancellation, and is now busy tracing who called us up earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a bad system! I hate it! Stupid 'organisation'! Makes us rush to and fro, and after all that hassles, declared this as a fake 'event'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115052597212248146?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115052597212248146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115052597212248146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115052597212248146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115052597212248146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-happily-working-today-when-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115019749628456720</id><published>2006-06-13T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T19:33:39.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know how bad a life I was living these few days, so I decided to go get a &lt;a href="http://www.minitoons.com/voodoominis.htm"&gt;voodoo mini&lt;/a&gt; to help ward off my bad luck. No lah. Actually I thought of buying it because it looks cool, till I understand it actually has a story behind every voodoos. You believe? I don't..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voodoos are to help people? Voodoos, to me, are used by witchmasters to play pranks on others. How come they can become lucky charms out of a sudden? Never mind, they are cool, yet expensive, considering the materials they were made from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself master wong, which consists of my surname in it, Isaac Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07240.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's purpose serves me well, for I keep on getting backstabbed by people of all kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/voodoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/voodoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things will really change hor? But.. don't believe in money making gimmicks la. Anyway i dislike master wong's chinese name. Huang xiao qiang, 黄小强 ... That sounds so.. BLAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115019749628456720?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115019749628456720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115019749628456720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115019749628456720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115019749628456720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-know-how-bad-life-i-was-living.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-115003160814365571</id><published>2006-06-11T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T21:15:31.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's not that I &lt;strike&gt;lazy&lt;/strike&gt;, never blog!! Blogger hangs on me again and I lost the whole thing that I have typed! Bad mood still get bullied. I is poor thing. This is an unlucky month for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-115003160814365571?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/115003160814365571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=115003160814365571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115003160814365571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/115003160814365571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-not-that-i-lazy-never-blog-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114959962616633646</id><published>2006-06-06T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:17:24.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack in updates. I am really in a bad mood this week! Must be satan playing a fool on me on this day. Give me time and I will be back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114959962616633646?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114959962616633646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114959962616633646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114959962616633646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114959962616633646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/06/sorry-for-lack-in-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114794556949904417</id><published>2006-05-18T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T17:49:44.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07194.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what i have gone to collect over the weekend. I am enthusiastic about my upcoming project. How do I explain my feeling? The stress of wanting to score high for it.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was the only one who have started the project going at such fast pace, till I saw every other groups with even more brochures than me. I is disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;I love school so much now, as compared to secondary time, which I will skip school whenever I can't crawl out of my bed. But just when i was interested in school, the lecturers were always on MC, leave, courses. And which they will release us early, leaving me nothing to do at home. I am lonely :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114794556949904417?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114794556949904417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114794556949904417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114794556949904417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114794556949904417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-what-i-have-gone-to-collect.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114761767498126079</id><published>2006-05-14T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T22:41:15.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was raining cats and dogs on thursday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I came home to see a new 'water fountain' built below my house.&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful sight.&lt;br /&gt;I walked around other blocks to see a more interesting one, that was a dustbin on top of the 'fountain'. It was 'jumping' up and down.&lt;br /&gt;A lame entry, but just wanna tell you that everything around us is beautiful, even a simple drainage failure that the town council had failed to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07192.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114761767498126079?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114761767498126079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114761767498126079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114761767498126079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114761767498126079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-was-raining-cats-and-dogs-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114716056147932144</id><published>2006-05-09T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T15:45:18.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw Geraldine See today at the school's bookshop or whatever you call that. Initially, I did not really believe it was her, she just looked too manly. Till my classmate came rushing to me saying Geraldine was so handsome and bla bla bla, that i dare confirm my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should not be blogging that often now since i have gotten a part time job. Totally no time even to breathe. Well, teacher is absent today, so i came back early to sleep. Instead i am sitting in front of the computer typing this shit. Too eager to tell you all that i have finally seen her? Dah.. Sleep is more important to me now than anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114716056147932144?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114716056147932144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114716056147932144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114716056147932144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114716056147932144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-saw-geraldine-see-today-at-schools.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114680706509674774</id><published>2006-05-05T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:31:05.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As you have seen in my previous entries how excited i was about going to school, getting the cert and hopefully a better job. Now I think things are going to change a big round instead. Today is the fifth day of school orientation and i had so much fun till I forgot I was there to study instead. I am glad i am well accepted by my classmates there, as usual, the fun loving Isaac Wong who tends to have a split personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the quiet type, but tends to make a lot of noise in campus. As i had expected, the students were there to pass their time instead of thinking how to work towards Polys and other higher educational schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to campus is like going to a modelling school instead. All those funky styles shown by students of all ages, me included. LOL!! I am a disgrace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully i can be back to my real motive of going to school instead of &lt;strike&gt;drooling over&lt;/strike&gt; seeing girls there. Have not been able to see the campus superstar as yet, wish me luck in seeing her during CCA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114680706509674774?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114680706509674774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114680706509674774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114680706509674774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114680706509674774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/05/as-you-have-seen-in-my-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114649865377318604</id><published>2006-05-01T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:56:54.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Part 2 ( spray my pike*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the delays in updating. The stickers came late and wasn't up to my standard. My plans were all foiled and it turned out to be a very plain and simple design instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we worked from 10pm that night to day-break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07126.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fainted after that. It was tiring, yet disappointed to see the final results. The sticker looked totally different from what i wanted. But yet I had to make do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07125.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07182.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had more custom-made stickers but the outcome only allows me to use 2 of them instead. Disappointed. But thanks anyway to those who have helped in one way or another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114649865377318604?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114649865377318604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114649865377318604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114649865377318604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114649865377318604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/05/part-2-spray-my-pike-sorry-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114596288592674189</id><published>2006-04-25T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T19:01:25.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My hairs are standing. I wanna fall in love again. &lt;a href="http://colinandkero.blogspot.com/"&gt;They&lt;/a&gt; seem so loving. The only part that is very much wrong is both of them are guys. Nevertheless i am happy, for there are two or more girls that they are giving up for us, the singles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114596288592674189?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114596288592674189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114596288592674189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114596288592674189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114596288592674189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-hairs-are-standing_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114580739021048882</id><published>2006-04-23T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:49:50.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was at &lt;a href="http://www.boat-asia.com/"&gt;Boat Asia 2006&lt;/a&gt; today. Too many rich 'fucks' and pretty, sexy models. No pictures though, i almost fainted due to the high temperature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114580739021048882?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114580739021048882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114580739021048882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114580739021048882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114580739021048882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/04/was-at-boat-asia-2006-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114580517662255541</id><published>2006-04-23T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T23:44:10.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For over months, there has been many super-stars competitions. The hottest nowadays is the &lt;a href="http://shop.osim.biz/shop/details.asp?prodID=1265&amp;pID=1552"&gt;U-Zap superstar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanna be a super-star. Then seeing that i was getting fatter and fatter, Marian bought me the OSIM U-Zap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that tummy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07133.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07132.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07138.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07138.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07141.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07141.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07143.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07143.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile with me!&lt;br /&gt;I am a contented user :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07155.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to buy me the &lt;a href="http://shop.osim.biz/shop/details.asp?prodID=1314&amp;pID=1604"&gt;iGallop&lt;/a&gt;? It looks cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114580517662255541?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114580517662255541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114580517662255541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114580517662255541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114580517662255541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-over-months-there-has-been-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114528183526414099</id><published>2006-04-17T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T22:36:28.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;Pimp my ride&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;strike&gt;Zhng my car&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Now i bring you, spray my *pike (pipe and bike)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07093.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While half-done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07124.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cartoon needs to be custom-made and will be ready by this week. Wait for part two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114528183526414099?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114528183526414099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114528183526414099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114528183526414099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114528183526414099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/04/pimp-my-ride-zhng-my-car.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114491262687354030</id><published>2006-04-13T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:19:48.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Almost every friends of mine knows that i love being clean and cannot tolerate a single piece of dirt. But do you know that i am a perfectionist as well. It's bad being one as you add stress to yourself. For now, i do wanna make a 'toy bike' of mine to be as stylish and special as those you see in forums and galleries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had photoshopped this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/geraldine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/200/geraldine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to try make my 'toy' presentable when i go to school on 2nd of MAY. Yes! I was accepted after much perseverence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, being a perfectionist means being a spendthrift. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▪ I bought big 'toys' just because my work place was far, and wanted to make travelling easy.  &lt;br /&gt;▪ A pair of red shoes because of chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;▪ Another small 'toy' just because it is the trend now to install speakers on them.&lt;br /&gt;▪ Shirts and pants and ties just because of a wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;▪ Applied a credit card just because it comes in handy when being at overseas, and yet i have not gone to any other countries till now.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these which i used for only a few times. Maybe just less than 10 times for that year. Not my 'toys' of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile just wait for my 'toy' to be ready and I will show you all the pictures. Gonna add more stress to make it more beautiful and striking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114491262687354030?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114491262687354030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114491262687354030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114491262687354030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114491262687354030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/04/almost-every-friends-of-mine-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114467465990379806</id><published>2006-04-10T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:15:54.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read the papers today only to come upon a piece of news that might have provoked me somewhere deep in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07095.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This son of a gun is trying to create troubles. I should have guessed that he came from a good family background. Most people of such family backgrounds behave in this way, since from young, they have the world to themselves. I have walked all kinds of roads to understand most human natures. Among all, JC students is the most hated of all. They are self confident nerds who follow everything by the book instead of having a flexible mind. Serving the army has shown all stupid things by those young sergeants. They do only know how to play their Xboxs and PS2s. Of course there are always the 'goods' among the 'bads'. Well, i do not want bother much, it just pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And back with what i have found..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/prettyDean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/prettyDean.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/sweetDean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/sweetDean.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/untitled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/untitled1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How gorgeous she looked in her school uniform. Luckily i have enrolled in the same school and CCA as well. *grins* Hope to be able to see her real-life, soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114467465990379806?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114467465990379806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114467465990379806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114467465990379806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114467465990379806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-read-papers-today-only-to-come-upon.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114459734813315745</id><published>2006-04-09T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:49:20.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was NEVER into this kinda thing other than The America's Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did *accidently* turned on the television this afternoon to find out that there was this campus superstar competition going on. Though it was the repeat telecast, I thought to myself how well the kids could sing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HEY~, usually we all would be attracted by the more handsome or more beautiful girl, not this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl must have attracted me and left a place in my right brain, thus causing the splitting headache i am suffering from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/IMG_3038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/IMG_3038.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tom-boyish girl, plain looking. Other than for competition purposes,i doubt she will ever put on make-ups. It's hard to get her pictures, this is the best looking one i could get. If i get into the school, hopefully can get to see her true self in the badminton club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114459734813315745?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114459734813315745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114459734813315745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114459734813315745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114459734813315745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-was-never-into-this-kinda-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114407265932728200</id><published>2006-04-03T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:16:07.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am very lazy to type now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pictures do the talkings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago, Wills had taken part in the Kallang stupid carpark race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/200/DSC07060.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/200/DSC07062.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bike he used is in tip -top condition. But he lost as i had expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07061.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/200/DSC07061.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kinda corner will lead you to being overtaken my friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/200/DSC07057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese racer: Where is the race held at? Singapore race track?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Your head! in the carpark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A disgrace? Keep it to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114407265932728200?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114407265932728200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114407265932728200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114407265932728200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114407265932728200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-very-lazy-to-type-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114320023415996637</id><published>2006-03-24T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:22:28.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/"&gt;celebrities look-alike&lt;/a&gt; link a few days ago and tried it out. I guess you all should too if you wonder who do you look like. Not very exact matching, but it can give you a good laugh or two.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've tried with other pictures and the more 'common' matches were..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/Ryuichi%20Sakamoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/200/Ryuichi%20Sakamoto.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three different pictures saying i look like him.&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering who is this japanese musician or something..Will i look like him when i am old? Better pray not.Gayish looks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to miss out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/Pic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/200/Pic2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 2 results.I do not think i look like him at all. What's the 60% look-alike about? My humours? Do not disgrace my idol by saying i look like him can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make you fucking laugh, i had this 67% look-alike results. Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/Pic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/200/Pic3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i really looked like her, i would slap myself for being so pretty and popular and is earning millions of dollars, at the age of 20.. See,67%! I am a girl in disguise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114320023415996637?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114320023415996637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114320023415996637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114320023415996637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114320023415996637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-got-this-celebrities-look-alike-link_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114312684932058090</id><published>2006-03-23T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T23:19:25.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>' Simple ' &lt;a href="http://blinkymummy.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-to-explain-like-that.html"&gt;blog entries&lt;/a&gt; by people i like can make me laugh madly. The trademark ' I IS ', is really unique. I love &lt;a href="http://blinkymummy.blogspot.com"&gt;Mummy&lt;/a&gt;, do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114312684932058090?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114312684932058090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114312684932058090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114312684932058090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114312684932058090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/03/simple-blog-entries-by-people-i-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114295082707790098</id><published>2006-03-21T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:23:05.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know one of the greatest fears in life? It is when your full body check-up report is releasing in two days time. And you are a already confirmed high-blood pressured young guy on the first day of the check-up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114295082707790098?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114295082707790098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114295082707790098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114295082707790098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114295082707790098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-know-one-of-greatest-fears-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114285162130440989</id><published>2006-03-20T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T18:51:04.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has not been a good week. XXX's dad died after he drop into the coffee bean grinding machine. Terence got drugged at Momo and 'dozed' off when he was driving back home, which causes a serious accident and is resting at home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got home after surviving a heavy downpour, in the middle of which, i saw a bike skidded and the female pillion was crying in pain at the road shoulder. It's pathetic to see people going off one by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of skidding on the roads, i wonder why does tyre manufacturers continue producing bad quality tyres which causes people to have higher chances of getting into accidents. People will still buy the tyre if you sell them at high prices, but good quality. One good example is the IRC tyre with totally no friction even after running for an hour. And those P-plates can even corner using that kind of tyre and land themselves into accidents, causing them to get hurt and even get fined, demerit points or revokations of their licenses. Stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i do not have a vehicle now, I have noticed that the 'new-generation' bikers have no skills. Riders, racers, our time, were fierce. I used to tackle corners with my knee-cap touching the roads( with knee guard of course), and 'logos' were frequently seen. Just the ramming of engines will lead you to an exciting race seen. What about now? They can even wobble while turning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars remain the same standard, only that more and more Wrxs and Mazdas are on the road, showing us that Singapore's economy is improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did i change topic to this? *blur*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114285162130440989?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114285162130440989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114285162130440989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114285162130440989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114285162130440989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-has-not-been-good-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114232585043656055</id><published>2006-03-14T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:51:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knnbccb!!Fucking sulking damn cock faced bastards &amp; bitches. Knncb pu bor tiu nia seng ham kah chan, poon deh kepala butoh lampa ass.~!@#@#%#%&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i couldn't get into poly. FINE! Apply for ITE, and the application results is today. I fucking got rejected. You cb tell me what am i going to do. &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;t's &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;nd also fucking reject me. I is knn tulan till my balls shrank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked about giving people chances to study and/or start life anew. How? Go to prison and study is it? I is already fucking downgraded to go apply for ITE and yet i am rejected, not once, but twice. You tell me no vancancy? GO OPEN ONE MORE CLASS LAH!! You can cb save so many people out there who wanna study. Choose another course your lampa. Why force me to study courses i have no interests in. You just want to earn that misery few hundred dollars school fees and do not care about people's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now call MP's office also no body answer the phone. Office hours no people answer one is it? That number is for after office hours' use la? Never mind, call CDAC also can. I pay them every month just because i am a chinese. Scarly they also cannot help me. Who the cb can help me? Now lan lan squeeze my own balls and wait to apply next year ah? OVER AGE already lah. Cheeby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fucking pissed off now. Do not talk cocks like giving people chances and asking people to study when they cb cannot get in. I is sad and utterly disappointed. Got screwed by ITE..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114232585043656055?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114232585043656055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114232585043656055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114232585043656055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114232585043656055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114206726065428177</id><published>2006-03-11T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:02:56.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was craving for some hawker food last night, so i took my friends to Beach Road to satisfy their appetites and as well as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07049.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main idea of going there to eat this claypot rice, is to look at the beautiful girl selling it. SICK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114206726065428177?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114206726065428177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114206726065428177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114206726065428177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114206726065428177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-craving-for-some-hawker-food.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114165338810376140</id><published>2006-03-06T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T22:12:54.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone has a name. What's yours? Or your favourite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin, Adeline&lt;br /&gt;Bobby, Brenda&lt;br /&gt;Charles, Cynthia&lt;br /&gt;Dave, Denise&lt;br /&gt;Elvis, Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;Freddie, Felicia (I almost choked thinking of guys with names starting with F)&lt;br /&gt;Gary, Gerlyndia&lt;br /&gt;Harry, Helena&lt;br /&gt;Isaac, Irene (Of course i would add in my name)&lt;br /&gt;Jack, Julianna&lt;br /&gt;Keith, Kelly&lt;br /&gt;Laroche, Landia&lt;br /&gt;Moby, Melinda&lt;br /&gt;Neilson, Nicole&lt;br /&gt;Oliver, Olinda (This is hard)&lt;br /&gt;Patrick, Prissilia&lt;br /&gt;Quack*, Quebenia (I can't figure out a name for *)&lt;br /&gt;Royston, Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;Schneider, Sharon&lt;br /&gt;Tony, Trisha&lt;br /&gt;Usher, Unetton&lt;br /&gt;Victor, Victoria&lt;br /&gt;Wayne, &lt;em&gt;Washing machine &lt;/em&gt;(Is there a female name that starts with W at all?)&lt;br /&gt;Xavier, Xylene&lt;br /&gt;Yusoff, Yuki (Yes, multi-racial names)&lt;br /&gt;Zack, &lt;em&gt;Zzz&lt;/em&gt; (How would i know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this bores you, but try thinking of uncommon names that begins with alphabets like Z, W and some others. My favourite guy's name is of course Isaac, for female is Sharon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about Sharon. When translated to chinese, it sounds like &lt;em&gt;Xue Ren&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Xue&lt;/em&gt; is snow, and will give you the first thought of purity, innocence and an angelic feeling. You may beg to differ, but that's what i think. I like girls with that name, to date, 4. Nothing but just a name, that makes a big difference to what people think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have my point here, even if you prove me wrong. You are a guy, you get to hear of a girl named MeiMei. -_-'' First impression gone. Do not compare with Guo MeiMei who sang the cockroach song. Celebrities and singers do not use their real names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about a girl who get to know of a guy called Weiwei? This might turn them off to a state where their breasts will start sagging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just crapping, I do really know of people named Meimei, Weiwei and etc. They are nice people and you do not judge friends by their names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that this entry is just rubbish that i have posted out of boredom, just take it lightly if offended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114165338810376140?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114165338810376140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114165338810376140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114165338810376140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114165338810376140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/03/everyone-has-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114070559257084000</id><published>2006-02-23T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:42:25.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I am so free now, and the previous post freaks me out, i decided to write another simple one, cause i do not want to see the previous post being displayed on the top of my blog. It just serves as a warning to my friends out there, not to say I can choose not to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went to Jane's 21st birthday, which I had hoped much for it. Mainly because i thought i could catch up with some friends there. And of course to be able to see my very much loved there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows she did not turn up. And that the others do not seem to know me. Throughout the night, i only talked to Brandon, whom i was in the same class with. It is okay if they did not really recognise me, for i am a retainee who got retained in secondary 3, and in turn got to know them through my ex-gf. We did not really know each other well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about Brandon. Being a 20 years old NS guy, how much do you expect to get per month? SGD$1500? Or very much less than that? From our conversation, i learnt that he earns an average of SGD$10,000 per month. He has his own &lt;a href="http://www.arisingstar-international.com/"&gt;business&lt;/a&gt; anyway. Hopefully if i ever get to study, he might want to hire some part time help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114070559257084000?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114070559257084000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114070559257084000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114070559257084000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114070559257084000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/02/since-i-am-so-free-now-and-previous.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114070470189375686</id><published>2006-02-23T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:45:20.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, i received an email from Ann. It totally grossed me out. It is a picture of a lady, who wore wet undergarments so often, that led to lavae growing on her breasts. It has several holes on it, with lavae poping out from the holes. My hair is gonna stand again. I shall not post the picture up for it might turn all of you off. It makes me itch terribly, which made me wanna get a full body check-up this coming Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about stuffs like this, my understudy at work mentioned to me about how a girl stuffed a live squid into her private area to get enjoyment from it, which in turn, got a terrible stomachache and died soon after. Doctors opened up her body only to find lots of tiny squids in it. Gross!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must these people do such things? Or even think about it in the first place? If you get some illness or diseases, it will soon spread around the world, mainly through horny , desperate, or people who are sick in the mind. Please, for the safety of everyone, practise safe sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114070470189375686?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114070470189375686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114070470189375686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114070470189375686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114070470189375686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/02/recently-i-received-email-from-ann.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-114008762808746143</id><published>2006-02-16T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T23:32:05.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have the sudden urge to go back to school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My young cousin told me he was going for an interview at a poly two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Results not out yet, how you know which poly would want you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin: Now no need 'O' levels also can go poly leh! UNCLE, you out-dated already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is it?&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some searching on the World Wide Web, it sure do have. So the next day during work, i thought about my talent, which was a criteria for entering poly(s) without a passed 'O' levels certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought was badminton, which belongs to the sports group. I do not have any other talents. Hell-riding consider a talent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thinking...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;1) 8 YEARS school team member since primary 4.&lt;br /&gt;2) Competed in inter-schools competitions during the 8 YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;3) 5 Gold medals for being champion in inter-classes games.&lt;br /&gt;4) Selected by primary school to join Team Singapore under 16's selection.&lt;br /&gt;5) A great passion for badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these factors enough to prove that i eligible for the Sports And Wellness blah blah course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why i typed 'YEARS' in caps? Cause i think it's freaking long time for a guy who studied only 13 years in his life since kindergarten 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was dreaming how i got a job as a sports educator in some certain secondary schools and blah blah blah, somehow became a teacher with long, blonde hair and with nose piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i printed out all the documents and was about to apply, when i saw something disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/untitled2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/untitled2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the -_-''  I took mine in 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-114008762808746143?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/114008762808746143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=114008762808746143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114008762808746143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/114008762808746143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-sudden-urge-to-go-back-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113914856403867515</id><published>2006-02-05T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:26:02.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This lunar new year was 'sporty' for me. I purposely went to buy all striped clothings, shoes and etc. Thinking of striped brands, what comes first to your mind? Is it the brand with three stripes, ADIDAS? Or some brands i do not know of? Never mind it, I love ADIDAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the best buy among all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC06993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC06993.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a pair of white shoes with red stripes, but i prefer it to look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest were common,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this weren't even from ADIDAS. I bought it to keep my winnings, but i lost it all. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07005.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a valentine's day present from Debbie a few years ago. We broke off soon after that. Needless to say, it meant quite a lot to me. I am one who do not wear watches, but ever since i got this present, i started wearing it on almost every weekend. Notice the box is still with me, good as new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC07006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, wearing too many stripes together ain't good too. It might just make you look like a ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/zebra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/200/zebra.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC07017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/200/DSC07017.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking zebra..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113914856403867515?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113914856403867515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113914856403867515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113914856403867515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113914856403867515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-lunar-new-year-was-sporty-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113791911133082124</id><published>2006-01-22T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T16:38:31.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just woke up from a drunked state. Was at MoMo last night with the gang. Why? Why does i get drunk everytime i drink? Was it me, who can't drink? Or did i really drink alot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time there anyway, the songs were great, the babes were there. But i noticed none of them can really dance. All were only shaking their asses abit, with some hand movements. I am not saying that i can dance very well. In fact, i do not dance at all. Forgive me if i had provoked someone out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113791911133082124?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113791911133082124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113791911133082124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113791911133082124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113791911133082124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-just-woke-up-from-drunked-state.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113742599837493047</id><published>2006-01-16T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T00:02:28.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got fined $10 for not inserting my cashcard into my ERP IU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alvin is a friend of  &lt;a href="http://www.Xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xiaxue's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark is a friend of  &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss/"&gt;Dawn Yang's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, Joa turns out to be &lt;a href="http://sillycelly.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marcelly's&lt;/a&gt; friend&lt;br /&gt;That's the name i was told, don't blame me if Marcelly is the wrong name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113742599837493047?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113742599837493047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113742599837493047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113742599837493047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113742599837493047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-got-fined-10-for-not-inserting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113730977654596865</id><published>2006-01-15T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:30:11.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With regards to my previous post, &lt;a href="http://potatomusmaximus.blogspot.com/2005/07/public-letter-to-mediacorp-dear-sir.html#comments/"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; article says it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i think &lt;a href="http://potatomusmaximus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Potatomusmaximus&lt;/a&gt; is a natural beauty. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113730977654596865?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113730977654596865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113730977654596865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113730977654596865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113730977654596865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/01/with-regards-to-my-previous-post-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113678560084506041</id><published>2006-01-09T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:36:00.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jobless and hopeless.. My company called me up today to the office at the airport. I thought it was just gonna be the normal 'resignation interview'. But look..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC06926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC06926.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am paid to leave early.. I do not mind them paying me for not finishing my job. But it is a bit too fast for i have not bid all my colleages farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year is coming and i have not decided where do i want to work. Toshiba or Keppel? Damn good present for my new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the cheque too. Quite worth it for i have only worked 4 1/2 days for the month of January and i have gotten more than $1K, I'm being paid till the 17th actually. The pay might not be alot for most of the working class out there, but it could save my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about saving lives, the charity show last night was boring. The only touching part was the holy monk's 'walking on air'. But no matter what, they have gotten more than $6,000,000 and they really should be happy for that. Please do not ask for more as most of the money are with the telephone line operator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is really a charity show, celebrities should not be paid a single dime, nor do we need to pay for line services. You know what i mean, i do not want to get sued for a fact that we all know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i am the 'botak' in t-shirt and shorts instead of uniform. How often do one gets to talk to the President, in such attire? Never!! And i am not the long-haired me that you all are used to. How long can my hair be when i am in the army. And that was in Brunei, where the weather was so freaking hot that i could fry an egg with my butt, so no choice but to CUT CUT CUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr President is a very nice guy, and i mean it. Friendly and does not put on airs. 3 Cheers for Mr Nathan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113678560084506041?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113678560084506041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113678560084506041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113678560084506041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113678560084506041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/01/jobless-and-hopeless.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113618028623906449</id><published>2006-01-02T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:38:06.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the past few days, i have been at Boat Quay drinking away. Not very interesting and fun though. Just the normal drinking, singing, and playing of cards. Since it is so boring over there, i decided to appreciate the ladies around. Till after so many months, i discovered that all the waitresses working over there are so beautiful. I slapped myself for not noticing it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked almost as if, flawless. More beautiful and better dressing sense than many out there, including models. Only thing is that they tend to shout when talking, and most of them speak in hokkien/chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the guys go there for the sake of looking at the girls, and nothing else. Those guys include my friends, who will go there five days a week, almost as if they are working or staying there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the simple post as i am getting more and more slack in doing everything. I am just too lazy to think much and do much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113618028623906449?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113618028623906449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113618028623906449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113618028623906449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113618028623906449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2006/01/for-past-few-days-i-have-been-at-boat.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113585889971935343</id><published>2005-12-29T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T20:28:34.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My resignation letter was given to my boss and my last date of employment would be on the last day of January 2006. Nel got sacked today, and nobody knows the reason. I only know losing him will bring back alot of happiness to the rest of the employees there. But before i go, Britney Spears greeted me with a new package of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC06885.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC06885.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasy, which gives me hopes and tells me that there are better jobs waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked out the &lt;a href="http://www.fantasybritneyspears.com/home.aspx"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;, and found it to be rather 'fantasy' . Do you call that 'fantastic' instead of 'fantasy' I don't think so, though i didn't know which word fits it best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking about badminton coaching the other day, till i realise something. I once had a torn ligament in my left knee, and 'normal' back injury. When i mean normal, it means it doesn't hurt much till rainy days. Till one fine day when i was in the army, i dislocated my cervical spine thanks to their trainings. Yet no understandings were given, even by the medical officer when i provided my x-ray to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what i wanted to say is, that my career as a sportsman is ruined, forever 'FULL STOP'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i ever get a more decent job? Or play back my favourite sports?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113585889971935343?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113585889971935343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113585889971935343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113585889971935343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113585889971935343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-resignation-letter-was-given-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113549494452523181</id><published>2005-12-25T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T15:17:42.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would have resigned from my job last wednesday, I have had enough from that place. The workloads were too heavy for me to handle, and the pay was a bit too low for my very good performances there. I looked down at some perfumes then and saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC06883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC06883.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC06884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC06884.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to continue working, but now, at this very moment, I have decided that Jan' 06 shall be my last working month. I needed a new environment, somewhere nearer to my home, and most importantly, a better pay. Anyone wanna take up badminton training? I charge only $60 per two hours. Strictly for 16's and below. Or you can introduce me to a better job too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113549494452523181?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113549494452523181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113549494452523181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113549494452523181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113549494452523181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-would-have-resigned-from-my-job-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113499843212499736</id><published>2005-12-19T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T21:22:15.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Malaysia, truely Asia. How good does that sounds to you? Armed robberies? Or Pickpockets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love Malaysia, the foods, variety of things there, and especially the prices. How about a Ramly Burger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, recently, more theives, stole. And even hacked some singaporeans. I am so traumatised. And i decided to take a look over there today. I went over there, only to see the usual heavy traffics, nothing else. Everything seems so normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew said both of us were aimed when we were at the petrol kiosk, puffing away like some puffer fishes. I looked behind and saw 3 lorries full of indians staring at us. Shocked.. We decided to return back. Upon clearance from the Malaysia's immigration, i rode away and saw this indian guy staring at me and rushing towards me. I throttled up and found out that he only wanted to cross the road. -_-'' A close shave. It's really a pretty country to give up on. Just go and let them rob you of some money, they do not want sex from you, so don't worry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113499843212499736?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113499843212499736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113499843212499736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113499843212499736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113499843212499736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/12/malaysia-truely-asia.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113483482996489195</id><published>2005-12-17T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:53:49.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah&lt;br /&gt;It’s my life&lt;br /&gt;But all in words I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much you’d give an arm for?&lt;br /&gt;Not the expression, no, literally give an arm for?&lt;br /&gt;When they know they are your heart&lt;br /&gt;And you know you are their armour&lt;br /&gt;And you will destroy anyone who will try to harm her&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when karma turns right around and bites you&lt;br /&gt;And everything you stand for turns on you to spite you&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you become the main source of her pain&lt;br /&gt;“Daddy look what I made?”&lt;br /&gt;“Dad’s gotta go catch a plane”&lt;br /&gt;“Daddy where’s mummy? I can’t find mummy, where is she?”&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, go play, Hailie baby your daddy’s busy.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy’s writing a song, this song ain’t gonna write itself&lt;br /&gt;I give you one underdog, then you gotta swing by yourself&lt;br /&gt;Then to write a rhyme in a song and tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;And put hands on her mother who’s a spitting image of her&lt;br /&gt;That’s slim shady, yeah baby slim shady’s crazy&lt;br /&gt;Shady made me, but tonight, Shady’s rock-a-by baby&lt;br /&gt;I keep having this dream – I’m pushing hailie on the swings she keeps screaming&lt;br /&gt;She don’t want me to sing, “You’re making mummy cry, why, why’s mummy crying?”&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Daddy ain’t leaving no more,&lt;br /&gt;“Daddy you’re lying,&lt;br /&gt;You always say that, you always say this is the last time,&lt;br /&gt;but you ain’t leaving no more, Daddy you’re mine!”&lt;br /&gt;She’s piling boxes infront of the door trying to block it,&lt;br /&gt;“Daddy please daddy don’t leave daddy no, stop it!”&lt;br /&gt;Goes in her pocket, pulls out a tiny necklace locket, it’s got a picture,&lt;br /&gt;“This’ll keep you safe daddy, take it with you”&lt;br /&gt;I look up, it’s just me standin in the mirror, these fucking walls must be talking coz man I can hear them&lt;br /&gt;They saying you got one more chance to do right, and it’s tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Now go out there and show them that you love them before it's too late&lt;br /&gt;And just as I go to walk out of my bedroom door it turns to a stage, they’re gone&lt;br /&gt;And the spotlight is on and I’m singing…&lt;br /&gt;Sixty thousand people, all jumping out their seat&lt;br /&gt;The curtain closes, they’re throwing roses at my feet&lt;br /&gt;I take a bow, “and thank you all for coming out”&lt;br /&gt;They’re screaming so loud, I take one last look at the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I glanced down, I don’t believe what I’m seeing’&lt;br /&gt;“Daddy it’s me! Help mummy her wrists are bleeding”&lt;br /&gt;But baby we’re in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?!&lt;br /&gt;“I followed you daddy, you told me that you weren’t leaving&lt;br /&gt;You lied to me dad, and now you make mummy sad&lt;br /&gt;And I bought you this coin&lt;br /&gt;It says ‘number 1 dad’, that’s all I wanted&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna give you this coin&lt;br /&gt;I get the point, fine, me and mummy are going&lt;br /&gt;But baby wait-&lt;br /&gt;“it's too late dad, you made your choice. Now go out there and show them you love them more than us&lt;br /&gt;That’s what they want&lt;br /&gt;They want you Marshall, they keep &lt;br /&gt;screaming your name, it’s no wonder you can’t go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Just take another fucking pill, yeah i bet ya you will&lt;br /&gt;You rap about it. Yeah word, ke-keep it real”&lt;br /&gt;I hear applause, all this time I couldn’t see&lt;br /&gt;How could it be that the curtain is closing on me&lt;br /&gt;I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it, &lt;br /&gt;put it to my brain, scream ‘Die Shady!’ and pop it &lt;br /&gt;The sky darkens, my life flashes, &lt;br /&gt;The plane that I was supposed to be on, crashes and burns to ashes&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I wake up, alarm clock's ringing,&lt;br /&gt;There’s birds singing, it’s spring and&lt;br /&gt;Hailie’s out side swinging&lt;br /&gt;I walk right up to Kim and kiss her, tell her I miss her&lt;br /&gt;Hailie just smiles and winks at her little sister, almost as if to say-&lt;br /&gt;And when I’m gone, just carry on, don’t mourn,&lt;br /&gt;rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice&lt;br /&gt;Just know that I’m looking down on you smiling&lt;br /&gt;And I didn’t feel a thing so baby don’t feel no pain, just smile back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eminem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113483482996489195?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113483482996489195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113483482996489195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113483482996489195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113483482996489195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/12/yeah-its-my-life-but-all-in-words-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113413595298738317</id><published>2005-12-09T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:45:53.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a bad day again! I spilled my drink on this girl i have seen for the first time. Bad impression given for just the first meeting up. I am SORRY!! I have promised to apologise to her even though she said it doesn't matter. SORRY again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things worse, i saw my first love whom i have mentioned so many freaking times before. What a tremendous change in her. A model look-alike girl now. The new James Blunt's song briefly described our 'stories'. 'Goodbye my lover, Goodbye my friend. You have been the one, you have been the one for me.' We ain't friends no more, not to say being back together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams won't even give me any chance to rest in peace. * Not the freaking people whom pass away that kinda rest in peace, you bloody idiot!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, i dreamt that i was a drug smuggler. I have had a big pack of heroin on me. My friend, Kelvin, was the communicator. I was in shock when i saw some police(s) looking at me in an awkward way. I don't want to be like another Van Tuong Nguyen, who was sentenced to a death penalty for trafficking drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear my sins, let me rest in peace . . * a weeping saint *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113413595298738317?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113413595298738317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113413595298738317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113413595298738317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113413595298738317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-been-bad-day-again-i-spilled-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113371277428830513</id><published>2005-12-04T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T00:12:54.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's definitely not a good week. I read Kenny sia's blog only to find out that a blogger, La idler, has passes away. I did more searches and the more i read, the more sad i got. &lt;a href="Http://fugs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Http://fugs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, has the most touching words of all. What he/she said was.. Goodbye,although i did not know you, at least i have read you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i was over-reacting. I did not know who she was. But what touches me is the care and concerns from her friends, maybe those bloggers like &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;Kenny&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/"&gt;Mr brown&lt;/a&gt; and all those famous ones from the Blogging family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113371277428830513?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113371277428830513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113371277428830513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113371277428830513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113371277428830513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-definitely-not-good-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113360630812773357</id><published>2005-12-03T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T18:40:56.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You might have heard of &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss/"&gt;Dawn Yang&lt;/a&gt;, she's pretty and elegant. But just a-bit too eurasian for a family of 'pure' chinese.The current song in her blog rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, found some old friends who are friends of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/mark.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The freaking RICH guy, and i mean RICH!! One of my clicks in the army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/dawn.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/dawn.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the guy being 'circled'? He is from a quite well-to-do family too. His mom used to fetch him back from school after our badminton trainings. That's Clement by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So may i say that &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/clapbangkiss/"&gt;Dawn Yang&lt;/a&gt; only socialises with the riches? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's really pretty though..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113360630812773357?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113360630812773357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113360630812773357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113360630812773357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113360630812773357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-might-have-heard-of-dawn-yang-shes.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113327140187296896</id><published>2005-11-29T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:42:25.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you think today is a good day for everyone. It ain't, well, at least for me. Today's her birthday. I am a year, a month, and a day older than &lt;a href="http://wongbrothers.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-diary.html/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;. I still failed to get the courage to sms her, even for a birthday wish. Forget about it, since she might just take me for a stranger. Who knows if she ever saved my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's pay day!! Hurray? Knnbccb!!! I am shouting this aloud. I got cheated of $130. Everyone feels happy during pay day but me. If my pay is this certain amount, i would have gladly accepted it. But why tell me my pay's this amount for this month and yet i received so much lesser. Needless to say, i screwed my superiors and threatened to quit. He begged me so hard i decided to stay and quit till i get another job. I know i am 'weak'. But i did this to control my temper. It's getting from worse to 'worst'. Even the slightest mosquito bite can lead me to getting furious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, was about to go to Woodlands to get my nose pierced when it rained! Am i that unlucky? Do you ever think i have had the time to blog this entry? It's because of the rain that i am home, and because of the girl that i had no transport to drive. Shit it. Anyway, license got officially revoked 2 weeks ago due to 'accumulating' too many demerit points. 16 points and i got caught by two speed cameras a few months ago. Feels so lousy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113327140187296896?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113327140187296896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113327140187296896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113327140187296896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113327140187296896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-you-think-today-is-good-day-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113302950440812791</id><published>2005-11-27T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T02:40:36.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess if i had not worked at the airport, it won't seem that nice to me. It's a good place to relax, especially with your loved ones. I had none, so leave me alone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC06840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC06840.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken made a biggest mistake of his life last week. He likes socialising, therefore not astonishing to me that he went to 'make' friends with these two girls playing snooker at the same venue that day. Things went well and when he was about to ask one of the girls to be his girlfriend, he learnt a fact that they are only 14 years old. Can you freaking imagine? 14!! Let's see.. She was just borned when i was playing marbles in primary one or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i saw one of them today. Disgrace is the word.. Shouting and screaming in hokkien, vulgarities, and.. i just can't imagine. Those were the days, the hokkien bengs and lians. The gangsters nowadays speaks at least an English, or worse, &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Singlish&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, most of the time. Hokkien is actually fine with me though, but definitely not girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't splurge like before. Harris has stopped operating his pharmacy and is doing nothing now.It's hard to earn money, yet i had to fork out $700 this month to change some parts for my v-tec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diorling.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shirley&lt;/a&gt; was selling this for SGD$550&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/C.dior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/C.dior.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unisex bag, not that i am girlish. It looked great, only that the brand didn't suit a big guy like me. Anyway, it's sold to her friend and i am feeling sort of disappointed for not getting it at such a price where the boutique sells it at SGD$1600 according to &lt;a href="http://www.diorling.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shirley&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe can get her to buy for me at staff price, since she works in &lt;a href="http://dior.com/"&gt;Dior&lt;/a&gt;. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113302950440812791?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113302950440812791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113302950440812791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113302950440812791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113302950440812791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-guess-if-i-had-not-worked-at-airport.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113241448331824597</id><published>2005-11-19T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T00:39:31.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Many things happened this week. Our company held it's annual dinner and dance on wednesday. It was great as we had only less than 30 guys there, the rest were the salesgirls from the boutiques. I am lazy to say what really happened, i didn't knew the real reasons too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drank and drank and drank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around toasting everyone a drink and took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone came up to me and said someone is fighting, therefore needed my help. I rushed forward and grab hold of whoever i saw first, whom turned out to be the security manager of my company. He was shouting away like some kinda 'maddos'. I screwed him and pulled him away. I guessed he had no strength against me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an old back injury again, thanks to carrying some girl during some games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my manager and 3 other guys were sacked. These were the reasons..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Body contacts with salesgirl&lt;br /&gt;2) Caught stealing handphone of salesgirl (which might be a misunderstanding)&lt;br /&gt;3) Fight between manager and subordinate.&lt;br /&gt;4) Bringing own liquor into the ballroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My department is now a 'prison'. We get interrogated every now and then. No one has the mood to work. Everyone is thinking of resigning. I guessed i am staying put, for there is this girl i might be interested in. Working there allows me to see her if i go on delivery inspection. Goods and bads..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113241448331824597?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113241448331824597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113241448331824597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113241448331824597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113241448331824597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/11/many-things-happened-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113196598093215696</id><published>2005-11-14T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:01:01.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few days ago I was having some work done at my local garage. A blonde came &lt;br /&gt;in and asked for a seven-hundred-ten. We all looked at each other and &lt;br /&gt;another customer asked, "What is a seven-hundred-ten?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "You know, the little piece in the middle of the engine, I have &lt;br /&gt;lost it and need a new one." She replied that she did not know exactly what &lt;br /&gt;it was, but this piece had always been there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mechanic gave her a piece of paper and a pen and asked her to draw what &lt;br /&gt;the piece looked like. She drew a circle and in the middle of it wrote 710. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then took her over to another car which had its hood up and asked "Is &lt;br /&gt;there a 710 on this car?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pointed and said, "Of course, its right there." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what she pointed to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/710.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who are so stupid, please tilt your head upside down to know what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113196598093215696?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113196598093215696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113196598093215696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113196598093215696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113196598093215696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/11/few-days-ago-i-was-having-some-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113163413322936987</id><published>2005-11-10T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:48:53.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My eyes are going bad!! How do i say that? I'm short sighted? Of course i will be so, for a person seeing so many numbers a day. And after work, i will stick my eyes on the computer for a hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the 'People's idol' yesterday and was astonished. &lt;a href="http://www.stevenlim.net/"&gt;Steven Lim&lt;/a&gt; never misses a chance to get popular. He is just so damn lame. Big sized yet sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, i am just too lazy to blog. Anyway Jane, you should be reading right? I get much more cheaper cosmetics and perfumes. If you have finished reading all my entries, you should know i supply stuffs for the &lt;a href="http://www.thenuancegroup.com/shopping/storelocator/view.asp?shop=512"&gt;Duty Free Shop &lt;/a&gt; for Changi Airport. Anyway, doesn't matter. You can buy it when you go to the States. Bon voyage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113163413322936987?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113163413322936987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113163413322936987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113163413322936987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113163413322936987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-eyes-are-going-bad-how-do-i-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113125729442135895</id><published>2005-11-06T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T14:08:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to watch Andy Lau's new movie yesterday, some show called 'Say i love you one more time' ? Not that sure about the name. The cinema is quite big for a neighbourhood one and when i entered.. Only less than a freaking 15 people were watching. A boring show though, that made me doze off again and again. It's too naggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I and my friend were sitting at the back and therefore we could see every audiences' heads above the chair. About a half hour later, their heads slowly 'sink' down and guess what!!? I heard some noise and saw this china woman doing a blowjob for the guy! Both were in their 30s. And another couple were rubbing each others' private part while french kissing~! I didn't know what were the rest of them doing. Have they no shame? I know it's thrilling, but even when i coughed purposely, they just got up, took a look, and continued what they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice then.. The girl beside me was a good girl, therefore i wanked all the way and watched my cum fly towards the screen. It's like throwing grenade.. i supposed the china woman thought her guy had already cummed, after i hit her, as she stopped blowing that guy. -_-''  That's just imaginative, but what they were doing were facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the end of the show was indeed touching, tears roll in my eyes. At this point of time, i heard weeping sounds. I turned around and saw this female friend of mine weeping. It's the first time i had seen such a fragile girl. The best part of the show is to see audience shedding tears for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know how the movie is like, bring a girl along and let them weep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, TOM YAM GOONG was good too. But the killing of the elephant made me sad. Better stick to Stephen Chow's movies. I pay for entertainment, not for being sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113125729442135895?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113125729442135895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113125729442135895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113125729442135895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113125729442135895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-went-to-watch-andy-laus-new-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113084715850221072</id><published>2005-11-01T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T20:13:45.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Emails work wonders for us. It keeps us updated, laughing and etc. How about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "Thank you for calling Pizza Hut . May I have your..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Heloo, can I order.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "Can I have your NRIC number first, Sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "It's eh..., hold..........on......789861356102049998-45-&lt;br /&gt;54610"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "OK... you're... Mr Tan and you're calling from 17 Jalan Kayu.&lt;br /&gt;Your home number is 4094! 2366, your office 76452302 and your mobile is&lt;br /&gt;0142662566.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "How did you get all my phone numbers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "We are connected to the system Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "May I order your Seafood Pizza..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "That's not a good idea Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "How come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "According to your medical records, you have high blood pressure&lt;br /&gt;and even higher cholesterol level Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "What?... What do you recommend then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "Try our Low Fat Hokkien Mee Pizza. You'll like it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "How do you know for sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "You borrowed a book entitled "Popular Hokkien Dishes" from the&lt;br /&gt;National Library last week Sir"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "OK I give up... Give me three family size ones then, how much&lt;br /&gt;will that cost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "That should be enough for your family of 10, Sir. The total is&lt;br /&gt;$49.99"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Can I pay by! credit card?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "I'm afraid you have to pay us cash, Sir.&lt;br /&gt;Your credit card is over the limit and you owe your bank $3,720.55 since&lt;br /&gt;October last year. That's not including the late payment charges on your&lt;br /&gt;housing loan, Sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "I guess I have to run to the neighbourhood ATM and withdraw some&lt;br /&gt;cash before your guy arrives"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "You can't Sir. Based on the records, you've reached your daily&lt;br /&gt;limit on machine withdrawal today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Never mind just send the pizzas, I'll have the cash ready.&lt;br /&gt;How long is it gonna take anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "About 45 minutes Sir, but if you can't wait you can always come&lt;br /&gt;and collect it on your Scooter..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: " What!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "According to the details in system ,you own a Scooter,&lt;br /&gt;...registration number 1123..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: " ????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "Is there anything else Sir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Nothing... by the way... aren't you giving me that 3 free&lt;br /&gt;bottles of cola as advertised?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator : "We normally would Sir, but based on your records you're also&lt;br /&gt;diabetic....... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: #$$^%&amp;$@$%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator "Better watch your language Sir. Remember on 15th July 1997 you&lt;br /&gt;were convicted of using abusive language on a policeman...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: [Faints]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113084715850221072?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113084715850221072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113084715850221072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113084715850221072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113084715850221072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/11/emails-work-wonders-for-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113084570778069813</id><published>2005-11-01T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T19:48:56.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am ok now!! Thanks for those who cared and 'fuck you' for those who don't give a damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113084570778069813?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113084570778069813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113084570778069813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113084570778069813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113084570778069813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-ok-now-thanks-for-those-who-cared.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113076651084636999</id><published>2005-10-31T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:51:34.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a Monday when people do not feel like working after their 'happenings' during the weekend. I woke up this morning only to get a tummy ache, not those going to toilet type. Today was a damn busy day as we went on off during the weekends and the airport's perfumes and cosmetics were selling fast, therefore need to top up the stuffs a.s.a.p .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too busy as it got.. My vision went blurred after seeing too much numbers and worse of all. I took charge of all the major brands like MAC, ESTEE LAUDER, CHANEL, CLINIQUE and etc. Who wanna get cosmetics like these? The different models and serial numbers made me real sick. I was once under counselling, for since young, i have not had any stress(s) at all. Till one day, *i forgot what i did* i went berserk. Today was another time i went crazy, i swore to screw whoever disturbs me real hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry out loud, but did not have the courage to do so. Maybe will violate myself when i go home. It's like on television; those happy guys you see tends to hurt themselves when they are alone, but yet is another happy person when you meet him up. I am some sort of like this, till Harris discovered some don't know what symtoms in me and brought me to his psychologist friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to die, but there are still lots of things for me to accomplish. I don't care. I just wanted to say it's the cause of work. And all these starts from the living environment of Singapore, which i hated much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to migrate, to somewhere in Australia, or Thailand, where i liked the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get a girl, but i am shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to get a car on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted loads of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted... it's never ending...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113076651084636999?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113076651084636999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113076651084636999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113076651084636999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113076651084636999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-monday-when-people-do-not-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113052164972632846</id><published>2005-10-29T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T01:48:10.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay~ Here it is, my presents from my boss.. Jealous? Or envious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/1600/DSC00131.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1300/1573/320/DSC00131.4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most people, they might think that one is the happiest on his/her birthday. But not mine.. Cause since many years back, i have been receiving greetings and wishes from this special girl in my life. She never ever missed the date cause i am a year, a month, and a day older than her. Till two years back, she stopped sending me those wishes. She had totally forgotten about me. 12AM has passed and this is the 3rd year that she had missed, wishing me a simple happy birthday. Maybe she is busy.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished i can stop lying to myself eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113052164972632846?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113052164972632846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113052164972632846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113052164972632846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113052164972632846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-here-it-is-my-presents-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113049653828741547</id><published>2005-10-28T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T18:48:58.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Psst.. i am going to tell you a secret which you might have forgotten..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my.. birthday today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not gonna celebrate with Dick though cause i am really angry with him. For? He really lent his car to this stupid girl instead of me. I ran away from home since then. No lah, just crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not gonna spend too much of today's time here blogging. Just wanna make you all jealous by showing you all what my boss gave me for present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However.. It shows error uploading pictures. Maybe tomorrow i will upload again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you what i have gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) CALVIN KLEIN's travel bag&lt;br /&gt;2) RALPH LAUREN's towel&lt;br /&gt;3) HUGO BOSS's BALDESSARINI perfume&lt;br /&gt;4) HUGO BOSS's 'don't know what name' ball-shaped perfume&lt;br /&gt;5) ELIZABETH ARDEN's SUNFLOWERS perfume&lt;br /&gt;6) ELIZABETH ARDEN's GREEN TEA perfume&lt;br /&gt;7) BURBERRY's LIGHT perfume&lt;br /&gt;8) YSL's eyeshadow&lt;br /&gt;9) LANCOME's cosmetic travel bag&lt;br /&gt;10) HUGO BOSS's AMERICAN BAR's artistry of mixing drinks booklet&lt;br /&gt;11) ESCADA's cosmetic bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT? I don't use cosmetics. But since my boss knows i have no girlfriends, he gave me some cosmetic to 'cheat' girls. As if it really would happen. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going out soon. No time to update ya. Hope to be able to upload the pictures soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113049653828741547?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113049653828741547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113049653828741547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113049653828741547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113049653828741547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/10/psst.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</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-16541165.post-113013495451502976</id><published>2005-10-24T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T14:26:51.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was on off today, therefore had the time to vent a lil' bit of frustrations here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks back, i, together with 2 of my friends went to Bishan Junction 8, to meet up Grace. When we reached there, we couldn't find any parking lots, therefore decided to use the cashcard parking system in the shopping centre itself. But when we wanted to enter, the security guard stopped us and said we were only allowed to park along the roadside? What the fuck he meant by 'parking along the roadside'? Are we allowed so? Now i have money to park in the centre, but i ain't allowed to do so.. -_-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate to find a lot, we parked there since they were many vehicles parking there too. After we went into the shopping centre to find Grace, we came out to have a smoke break. While smoking, a Police patrol car came and took down our particulars, mentioning the vehicles parked alongside the road had been fined. I enquired about my plate number and she said i had been fined. I plead with the lady officer and she said she would waived away the fine if i moved my vehicle away immediatedly. I did, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so glad that i managed to save up some 'parking fines'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YET!!! Just last week, a Traffic Police letter came, stating i was fined $70 for parking alongside the road. The lady officer 'muttoned' me. I felt cheated and wanted to appeal, but lazy to do so. All i wanted to say was that, the management should not cheat me to park there. I am a customer to them, and deserve a parking lot to park my vehicle. I am willing to pay for the parking fees. But why 'force' me to park at the roadside when i didn't want? And that the lady officer's words were not trustworthy. She ain't fit to be an officer when she lied. Police aren't allowed to to wrong things, including lying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed that one of Singapore's most popular shopping centre, ganged up with the Police to 'cheat' money out of innocent drivers. And yet, celebrities were always there, promoting their albums and etc. i paid the fine anyway. And sweared not to go there in future. Stupid management..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16541165-113013495451502976?l=dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/113013495451502976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16541165&amp;postID=113013495451502976' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113013495451502976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16541165/posts/default/113013495451502976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dangerouslyisaac.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-was-on-off-today-therefore-had-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Isaac Wong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00804211803838884712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
