<?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-34613156</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:13:32.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perplexing Mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-4824522728971462503</id><published>2009-11-18T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:01:22.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering,</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Conversations long overdue,&lt;br /&gt;Whispers from me to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You, Dave!&lt;br /&gt;Come back to blogger! :C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-4824522728971462503?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/4824522728971462503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=4824522728971462503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/4824522728971462503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/4824522728971462503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2009/11/wondering.html' title='Wondering,'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-1132133561351179746</id><published>2009-08-25T15:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:07:16.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxidation And Reduction.</title><content type='html'>Hello! It's been freakinggggg looooong.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im not free, I have a date with Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SpOaQKILPqI/AAAAAAAAALY/fmYuXD5x_3E/s1600-h/th_chemistry.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SpOaQKILPqI/AAAAAAAAALY/fmYuXD5x_3E/s320/th_chemistry.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373808382770364066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ciao Stalkers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-1132133561351179746?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/1132133561351179746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-3159718501295902295</id><published>2009-07-26T18:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T18:30:48.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHALE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SmwuO_nOyYI/AAAAAAAAALM/0-kuSlZGdwQ/s1600-h/DSC182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SmwuO_nOyYI/AAAAAAAAALM/0-kuSlZGdwQ/s320/DSC182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362712091420445058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooohoo. friday. i saw a whale. okay. grammatical error. it was two&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CDAAAVE%21%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  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bye. gotta do homework and study a little. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-3159718501295902295?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/3159718501295902295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=3159718501295902295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/3159718501295902295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/3159718501295902295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2009/07/whale.html' title='WHALE!'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SmwuO_nOyYI/AAAAAAAAALM/0-kuSlZGdwQ/s72-c/DSC182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-7627893645243287223</id><published>2009-07-22T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:28:28.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK!</title><content type='html'>woah woah woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i m gonna go whale watching on friday. like real whales. never seen whales before also. haahaa. i m imagining how it will look like. how big is it. whether it will eat me. or or maybe it hates me fat people but love boney people. oh man. i hope it won't rain. but, its winter so thank god it is less likely to be raining on such an awesome day. whales eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i m not sure if i m going training. i have biochem elective eh. tiring siaaa. 1pm - 6pm. i bet it is gonna be daaaaamn boring. reason being, all the people i expected to turn up is not going. left me and soo hee. the rest of the people damn ulu. like drug addicts. having those super deep sunken eyes. scary like shit. haha.. mr vega is one nice fella anyway. the coolest lecturer in school. he loves open book exam. but it is no joke. his open book exam ah. waaaaah. 100 questions of mcq and it doesnt make sense to any of his handouts. in fact i think it is out of the course. not only that, we have extended paragraph questions. which means 1000 words minimum. so yes. open book exams have pros and cons like anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a bore. :C so yes. goood night people.&lt;div 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title='ROCK!'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-5147937886979549208</id><published>2009-07-21T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T02:43:45.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAKED NAKED!</title><content type='html'>hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy cus i was not late today.. apart from that, nothing much really happen in school today. except that we got a new lecturer who will be with us the whole term. he is so medieval. he have the tongue of shakespeare. imagine having one being in front of you talking toe thou thee teeth, hard to understand man. i see a BIG FAT D waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, matthew brought us to some ulu ulu restaurant called Chocolate-ville. daaamn shiok. burned my pocket but was worth it. not my pocket actually, only matthew's. thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont really have anything to blog now. so heeehe. byeeeeee stalkers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-5147937886979549208?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/5147937886979549208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=5147937886979549208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5147937886979549208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5147937886979549208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-hey-hey-okay.html' title='NAKED NAKED!'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-5890489001581997873</id><published>2009-07-20T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:23:05.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey hey hey!&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. Heeehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: [)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, i think i neeed to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Later again.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-5890489001581997873?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/5890489001581997873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=5890489001581997873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5890489001581997873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5890489001581997873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2009/07/peanuts.html' title='Peanuts'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-8386816748714374084</id><published>2009-04-14T18:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:22:40.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youtube</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SeTrUIgPGeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NELN5wah8ls/s1600-h/SNV32253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SeTrUIgPGeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NELN5wah8ls/s400/SNV32253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324639390571370978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know this post is very much delayed. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, yes yes yes, autumn break now. No school.&lt;br /&gt;Literally a holiday. No extra curriculum on a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is really gloomy and melancholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I did a little exploration in Mount Coot-tha Forest.&lt;br /&gt;Today, Jimmy dragged me out of bed to jog at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ate a really one of a kind sweet bowen mango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I have nothing on.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will try to finish up my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a mediocre life i lead aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;GEOGRAPHY ASSIGNMENT - Decide on a creek&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AEROSPACE ASSIGNMENT- Report&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-8386816748714374084?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/8386816748714374084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=8386816748714374084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/8386816748714374084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/8386816748714374084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2009/04/youtube.html' title='youtube'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SeTrUIgPGeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/NELN5wah8ls/s72-c/SNV32253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-1007891924109553273</id><published>2009-04-03T07:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T08:10:05.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I HAVENT BEEN BLOGGING SINCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22 January 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;AND TODAY IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 April 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I SHALL START BLOGGING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Maybe later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-1007891924109553273?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/1007891924109553273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=1007891924109553273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/1007891924109553273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/1007891924109553273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-hey-you.html' title='hey hey you!'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-136233846629445456</id><published>2009-01-22T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:46:37.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the summer i was sixteen</title><content type='html'>Helloo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am up early today. Again.&lt;br /&gt;Its 5.26am in the morning and I am dead bored.&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to brush my teeth too.&lt;br /&gt;I am sleepy but the sun is up early today. Sun rises too early.&lt;br /&gt;And it is always shining into my face.&lt;br /&gt;I am damn sure, I will never be late for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is singing some '80s song downstair that her whoopish doopish voice crack my door open.&lt;br /&gt;Dad is talking about Obama to I-Don't-Know-Who.&lt;br /&gt;Brian is up early too. Maybe he hasn't slept at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I read my book?&lt;br /&gt;I like mystery books.&lt;br /&gt;It's thrilling.&lt;br /&gt;Female Serial Killers are so hot and steamy.&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;Am I really awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-136233846629445456?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/136233846629445456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=136233846629445456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/136233846629445456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/136233846629445456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2009/01/summer-i-was-sixteen.html' title='the summer i was sixteen'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-7396695507394830337</id><published>2009-01-20T19:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:55:19.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You may be running, but time is flying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guess who's back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;DAVE's back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tell a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy NEW year anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;It has been pretty fast eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is flying.&lt;br /&gt;The entire universe is in a race against time.  Sometimes, it feels like everyone is in that race with you and we're all  competing against one another. In fact, we're not.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their own  race. Everyone has their own version of time. Mine could be Flash running past  at the speed of light. Yours could be a grizzly bear lumbering along the never  ending track of life.&lt;br /&gt;And even if you stop running in that race, &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;time will  still fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I know  it, the year will be over and another new year will come  again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time flies&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to blog about now. Oh, School is starting in exactly a week now.&lt;br /&gt;It should be cool and relaxed. Imagine, it starts at 9am, 3 breaks in between, ends at 3pm.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, that is my ideal school.&lt;br /&gt;What else.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I LOVE POWER RANGER till now. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-7396695507394830337?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/7396695507394830337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=7396695507394830337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/7396695507394830337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/7396695507394830337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-may-be-running-but-time-is-flying.html' title='You may be running, but time is flying.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-5993715600010254956</id><published>2009-01-01T10:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:21:32.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam and Eve...as it was supposed to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/zKAW96N-Vms' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/zKAW96N-Vms'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;title says it all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-5993715600010254956?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/5993715600010254956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=5993715600010254956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5993715600010254956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5993715600010254956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2009/01/adam-and-eveas-it-was-supposed-to-be.html' title='Adam and Eve...as it was supposed to be'/><author><name>Jorelle Samparada</name><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-34613156.post-3264556014278672399</id><published>2008-12-27T05:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T05:51:34.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Tv - Batman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/0mfOwTMbu0E' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/0mfOwTMbu0E'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;a dedication to dave since he loves batman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-3264556014278672399?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/3264556014278672399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=3264556014278672399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/3264556014278672399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/3264556014278672399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/12/mad-tv-batman.html' title='Mad Tv - Batman'/><author><name>Jorelle Samparada</name><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-34613156.post-7337488349506225342</id><published>2008-12-12T11:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:36:11.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning, bear.</title><content type='html'>Late night, at 2.31AM Australian time..&lt;br /&gt;There's a bear, finding food in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He decided to cook indo maggie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHUxZyr1UI/AAAAAAAABIc/7PTFYkc1GlA/s1600-h/dave+cooking.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278734183457084738" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHUxZyr1UI/AAAAAAAABIc/7PTFYkc1GlA/s320/dave+cooking.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he show off his food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHUxQPNq9I/AAAAAAAABIk/J8KrZaVm5eg/s1600-h/dave+cooking+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278734180892388306" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHUxQPNq9I/AAAAAAAABIk/J8KrZaVm5eg/s320/dave+cooking+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, he ate it with full of excitement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHVd8jICDI/AAAAAAAABJE/oxKdkRguSH8/s1600-h/dave+cooking+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278734948701308978" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHVd8jICDI/AAAAAAAABJE/oxKdkRguSH8/s320/dave+cooking+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Like 1000 years didn't touch food)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHUx_j6CNI/AAAAAAAABI0/spLGLhJWi6E/s1600-h/dave+cooking+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278734193595648210" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHUx_j6CNI/AAAAAAAABI0/spLGLhJWi6E/s320/dave+cooking+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating maggie, he felt hungry again&lt;br /&gt;and ate a piece of brownie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHWDjJkbZI/AAAAAAAABJc/4rGRsHWEkHw/s1600-h/dave+cooking+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278735594718260626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHWDjJkbZI/AAAAAAAABJc/4rGRsHWEkHw/s320/dave+cooking+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the joy on his face eating happily..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHUx0gy_WI/AAAAAAAABI8/547mTaJuVEU/s1600-h/d.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278734190629813602" style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHUx0gy_WI/AAAAAAAABI8/547mTaJuVEU/s320/d.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enough of brownie,&lt;br /&gt;he was still hungry and wants more food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHWDhZ78jI/AAAAAAAABJU/7olMILiNWFQ/s1600-h/dave+cooking+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278735594250039858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHWDhZ78jI/AAAAAAAABJU/7olMILiNWFQ/s320/dave+cooking+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he ended up eating ice-cream then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHWDEi0kBI/AAAAAAAABJM/BWdYqg01gc0/s1600-h/dave+cooking+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278735586502676498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHWDEi0kBI/AAAAAAAABJM/BWdYqg01gc0/s320/dave+cooking+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long after that, he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah. Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 1:34PM, Australian timing, he should be learning surfing already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-7337488349506225342?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://beyondthe-reasonwhy.blogspot.com' title='Good morning, bear.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/7337488349506225342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=7337488349506225342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/7337488349506225342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/7337488349506225342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-morning-bear.html' title='Good morning, bear.'/><author><name>Nur Mazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05997057684347164718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TKeGg6RbbyY/SUHUxZyr1UI/AAAAAAAABIc/7PTFYkc1GlA/s72-c/dave+cooking.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-9021336182859795045</id><published>2008-12-12T00:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:24:35.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fap Fap Fap!</title><content type='html'>Hey! James(mikel) here haha! Dave isnt busy but i just wanted to try out this author thing haha soo bloody KEWL!&lt;br /&gt;okay so i told dave that i would post something funny haha soo here it is.&lt;br /&gt;(you have to click on the photo lah! haha i don't know why its like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_034u86KQek0/SUE-JKWMK1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/pVOb_V8MocY/s1600-h/thingy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_034u86KQek0/SUE-JKWMK1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/pVOb_V8MocY/s320/thingy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278568565372103506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIKEL OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-9021336182859795045?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/9021336182859795045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=9021336182859795045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/9021336182859795045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/9021336182859795045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/12/fap-fap-fap.html' title='Fap Fap Fap!'/><author><name>angelfury</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_034u86KQek0/SUE-JKWMK1I/AAAAAAAAAH4/pVOb_V8MocY/s72-c/thingy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-470612446947489776</id><published>2008-12-11T23:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:15:58.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updated by Bitch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="400" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IN0BDIkea8U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IN0BDIkea8U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Enjoy! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-470612446947489776?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://beyondthe-reasonwhy.blogspot.com/' title='Updated by Bitch!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/470612446947489776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=470612446947489776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/470612446947489776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/470612446947489776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/12/updated-by-bitch.html' title='Updated by Bitch!'/><author><name>Nur Mazliana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05997057684347164718</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-34613156.post-7593040949213422727</id><published>2008-12-09T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:41:42.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whacko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Gravity! Acceleration! Free Fall!&lt;br /&gt;Duck! for Baho will strike back with his odour. Run! for moustacheee is being hairy again.&lt;br /&gt;They need www.me-to-you.org as their friend.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. That was wat my conversation with james was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, that conversation was interrupted by Elaine T. who entered our quiet peaceful lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you better shut up or i bomb your mouth with my cum." and "when God was throwing intelligence down to the earth elaine, you were holding an umbrella" were the very harsh words that a girl can recieve from a guy.&lt;br /&gt;But E.T stood firm on the ground thinking that her teddy bear loves her.&lt;br /&gt;She needs a very big alarm clock. Some things just cannot be helped.&lt;br /&gt;She's got a body that won't quit and a brain that won't start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go fart peas at the moon !!&lt;br /&gt;Bye. : D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-7593040949213422727?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/7593040949213422727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=7593040949213422727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/7593040949213422727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/7593040949213422727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/12/whacko.html' title='whacko'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-3466014448712835384</id><published>2008-12-07T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:52:28.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Door Knob</title><content type='html'>Dear Blog-y,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how timing is so important in life.&lt;br /&gt;Just a lil stop, and poof, things just don't go your way after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been on this land, Brissy(Brisbane, Queensland, Australia) for exactly a week now. I miss zing-gah-pore people and SINGAPORE herself. All that oily laksa, chicken rice, satay. :D SEDAP.&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I've accepted the fact that I am here and that I'll get fat here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, just a random note, I'm playing neopets now. It reflects a lot on dave-is-bored bar eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back again aite, blog-y? I need neopets to keep my mind away from thinking deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-3466014448712835384?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/3466014448712835384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=3466014448712835384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/3466014448712835384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/3466014448712835384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-blog-y-its-amazing-how-timing-is.html' title='Door Knob'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-5384824215062109358</id><published>2008-11-09T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:02:11.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LIST OF TO DOs AFTER O'Levels&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep at least 12hrs everyday. : D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drink Teh Ping everyday in the afternoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat till I drop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confirmation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack up my messy room. (DAMN)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh! That's it! I'M FAT. And I'm going to make the healthiest choices ever... sleeeep more and forget about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-5384824215062109358?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/5384824215062109358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=5384824215062109358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5384824215062109358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5384824215062109358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-okay.html' title='It&apos;s Okay.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-987978981063683308</id><published>2008-11-04T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T03:03:45.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're telling me that's an ET?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQ9KXfZe1CI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kvQiJEqGhaw/s1600-h/et.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264508256845222946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQ9KXfZe1CI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kvQiJEqGhaw/s320/et.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If all of the aliens left the country, there would be a stagnation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ETs are retarded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, I just &lt;strong&gt;saw&lt;/strong&gt; 1 just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-987978981063683308?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/987978981063683308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=987978981063683308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/987978981063683308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/987978981063683308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/11/youre-telling-me-thats-et.html' title='You&apos;re telling me that&apos;s an ET?'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQ9KXfZe1CI/AAAAAAAAAGw/kvQiJEqGhaw/s72-c/et.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-4141240143039764563</id><published>2008-11-02T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T03:18:15.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TETEK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The results of being bored at 3.15 am.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyoS-nO8hI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-3JLpTRwp9I/s1600-h/bra1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263767108487934482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyoS-nO8hI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-3JLpTRwp9I/s320/bra1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyoSp9iFFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JfX7PDC3pWA/s1600-h/bra2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263767102944318546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyoSp9iFFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JfX7PDC3pWA/s320/bra2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyoSSTCZqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5wrGJHX3rB8/s1600-h/bra3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263767096592066210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyoSSTCZqI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5wrGJHX3rB8/s320/bra3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyoSCAJ4_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/e2Pn6Dw5UEI/s1600-h/bra4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263767092217897970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyoSCAJ4_I/AAAAAAAAAFY/e2Pn6Dw5UEI/s320/bra4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyoRnzPvPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NKnqtzVqEWQ/s1600-h/bra5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263767085184433394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyoRnzPvPI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/NKnqtzVqEWQ/s320/bra5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263767531990360450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyoroSFIYI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pDfuPl7Q-mQ/s320/bra6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263767528841675938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyorcjYBKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kNbP9LtRfRg/s320/bra7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263769252420037586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyqPxYeq9I/AAAAAAAAAGo/gVuEZ_wJNMU/s320/bra8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263767518464067586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyoq15KSAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/hdUIwVSCr1I/s320/bra9.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263767512828035442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyoqg5bQXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/a5Ma0gzgJ1A/s320/bra10.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-4141240143039764563?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/4141240143039764563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=4141240143039764563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/4141240143039764563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/4141240143039764563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/11/tetek.html' title='TETEK!'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyoS-nO8hI/AAAAAAAAAFw/-3JLpTRwp9I/s72-c/bra1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-8207811924489120790</id><published>2008-11-02T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T02:46:54.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maintaining the hotness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyjEUzGdRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ODLdaD9tEhQ/s1600-h/Stainless_Steel_Travel_Mug.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263761359187113234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyjEUzGdRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ODLdaD9tEhQ/s320/Stainless_Steel_Travel_Mug.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The greatest invention on Earth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It keeps your teh ping cold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27 Days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At times like these,I'm thankful for all the little things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-8207811924489120790?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/8207811924489120790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=8207811924489120790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/8207811924489120790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/8207811924489120790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/11/maintaining-hotness.html' title='Maintaining the hotness.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SQyjEUzGdRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ODLdaD9tEhQ/s72-c/Stainless_Steel_Travel_Mug.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-5067840908978466372</id><published>2008-08-28T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T02:39:01.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a bit ... I don't know how to describe. Maybe I'm just too bored. I cannot seem to pick the words to express my feelings. If I could paint a picture, I would. But unfortunately, I'm artistically challenged. Can't draw, paint, colour. Even to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it's just blue, I guess. My feelings, I mean. More like blue, the colour of the sky. The endless blue sky that seems too vast to comprehend. Too complex for our simple-minded selves. Too convuluted to unweave and understand. Too wide for us to see the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First hurdle, Olvl Prelims!&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the next hurdle, Olvl herself! She is terrifying! Very terrifying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCUS(yesterday) and Jared(today)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-5067840908978466372?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/5067840908978466372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=5067840908978466372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5067840908978466372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5067840908978466372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothings-going-to-stop-me-but-divine.html' title='Nothing&apos;s going to stop me but divine intervention.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-5226855801557447512</id><published>2008-06-27T20:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T22:50:44.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SGT9jZ_tJ3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/yMDUR4zO1Vc/s1600-h/Sunset_by_JadeAstaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216573053117212530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SGT9jZ_tJ3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/yMDUR4zO1Vc/s320/Sunset_by_JadeAstaria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; looking at this gives me the peace I need. hmmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I feel like I have so many things to blog about. But I can't remember what I'm supposed to be writing. What, and details, like Who, Where, When and How. Gah, my memory is failing me. Terribly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;School is such a DRAG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Homework are piling up like real fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Too many commitments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-5226855801557447512?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/5226855801557447512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=5226855801557447512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5226855801557447512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5226855801557447512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/06/looking-at-this-gives-me-peace-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SGT9jZ_tJ3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/yMDUR4zO1Vc/s72-c/Sunset_by_JadeAstaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-5181496654452356487</id><published>2008-06-22T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:06:51.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In This Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SF5qSSLFtmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uKd8htW7CcQ/s1600-h/DSC05267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214722280890152546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SF5qSSLFtmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uKd8htW7CcQ/s320/DSC05267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the JOHNIANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hellooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;last day of (so-called) june holidays 2008. it went by really quickly, didn't it? it's like unbelievable how the holidays came and went so fast. the holidays have been... i must say that it's gonna be memorable. i'm probably gonna remember everything that happened. the fond memories of everything. it's been a great holiday. i'm sad that it's ending. i wish it wouldn't, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;admittedly, i am not ready at all. and even if you give me 2 or 3 days more, i don't think I'll be ready. school and I don't click, that is not something i have realised only now. i was looking at my report book, which I still have. sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;finally,haunted house is over. i m having mixed emotions. i m happy that it's over. at the same time i'm sad. why must all happy/good/fun events must always have to come to an end? sigh. it was really fun. though the number wasnt there, the haunted house was a success. let the pictures interpret the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214700744170334786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SF5Wsro86kI/AAAAAAAAADo/_f5PYPFIJrY/s320/DSC05287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the fliers that we gave out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214699159310425666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SF5VQbk53kI/AAAAAAAAACo/nsgob0NdTtY/s320/09062007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;our poster that are pasted around church&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214700735698481746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SF5WsMFGslI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Hr6BkD8RAmk/s320/DSC05314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;our floor plan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AFTER EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214700744125554498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SF5WsreRn0I/AAAAAAAAADw/wEKxKDy97J0/s320/DSC05296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214700735229523826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SF5WsKVS93I/AAAAAAAAADY/rAy1TNFVf4s/s320/DSC05312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214699161189042578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SF5VQikzSZI/AAAAAAAAACw/66v3T4KBnr0/s320/DSC05265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214699161379317986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SF5VQjSKqOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/v80v0CKzXbw/s320/DSC05290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214699166367895138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SF5VQ13iTmI/AAAAAAAAADA/lIQlwu8X27w/s320/DSC05277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214699173333708066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SF5VRP0ULSI/AAAAAAAAADI/XhCC6m5L-rE/s320/DSC05278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;its really a wonderful and enriching experience. and a very big thank you to everybody who helped out and making it to what it was. &lt;strong&gt;thank you johnians! this is something worth remembering.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so many things happened in this particular holiday, and i'm really gonna miss it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;whether good or bad, i'm really gonna miss it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;haunted house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;children's camp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;steamboat @ doshie's house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;haw par villa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is the worst best holiday ever. the fond memories will be with me always.hello school,bye bye holidays.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-5181496654452356487?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/5181496654452356487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=5181496654452356487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5181496654452356487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5181496654452356487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-this-diary.html' title='In This Diary'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SF5qSSLFtmI/AAAAAAAAAD4/uKd8htW7CcQ/s72-c/DSC05267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-4949542626565122464</id><published>2008-06-10T01:31:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:27:32.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Is In Place.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i m excited as 15th june is coming, and i believe our haunted house is gonna be a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who did this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look at this and better turn up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210315287516924530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SE7CJgg7ynI/AAAAAAAAACg/7UzQE_TZP2M/s320/Johnians+Haunted+House+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Do Come Down yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ooooookay, so today had a long day as usual. our haunted house is in place. i felt super hardworking today. accomplished many things today. together with marcus, jared and jeremy bruce. it was really cool. i believe now that small numbers accomplished more work in a faster rate. we stayed like until 12am. it was really cool. hahaha. but thanks to many people who set the foundation for us to start on. too many people to be type down. i m a really lazy fellow. and adding to that, i m really tired now. i guess i'll continue tomorrow again? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;GOOD NITE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REMINDER/s  for me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- Meet Jared and Marcus tomorrow morning at 9?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- HOMEWORKS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-4949542626565122464?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/4949542626565122464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=4949542626565122464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/4949542626565122464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/4949542626565122464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/06/everything-is-in-place.html' title='Everything Is In Place.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SE7CJgg7ynI/AAAAAAAAACg/7UzQE_TZP2M/s72-c/Johnians+Haunted+House+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-825069525879683561</id><published>2008-06-07T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T06:54:30.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PokeBALL</title><content type='html'>Okaaaaaay, now how do I start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I wrote anything on this space was Wednesday.And ever since, I've forgotten about the existence of this blog... Until today. That's a lil exaggerating, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday(6.6.08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a veeeeeeeeeery long day yesterday, i swear. I woke up at 9am. (:&lt;br /&gt;I panicked as I forgot to ask somebody the night before to help me print out the posters that's needed to be put up yesterday. I had no idea who to ring up as it's a holiday and nobody wakes up at such a time until Nana came online. Talked to her online until I got lazy to type, so called her. Woke up Kimberley Bruce. She is so blur, really. I got her to go online, to send her the posters and all and get it printed. Talked to them on the phone soon after. The conversation was going nowhere. Firstly, I don't get a thing. Lastly, I just can't be bothered to know. But there was a moment whereby i was talking to them asking them to call Marcus. Cos we are hunting down all the costume shops in Singapore like in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: eh, call marcus eh.&lt;br /&gt;nana: you go ah.&lt;br /&gt;me: why me?&lt;br /&gt;kim or nana: * i forgot what their reply was and who replied*&lt;br /&gt;me: i call ah, what's marcus number ah?&lt;br /&gt;*was given the number and this where the problem came*&lt;br /&gt;me: oh okay. what's the mother name ah?&lt;br /&gt;nana:*blabbering sth* JOAN!&lt;br /&gt;me: who's joan? *wtheck. how do you expect me to get it? hahaha*&lt;br /&gt;kim and nana: *laughed*&lt;br /&gt;me: how if the father picks up the phone?&lt;br /&gt;nana: i forget the name so don't ask me.&lt;br /&gt;kim: i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;me: aiya don't know ah, just call him uncle heng ah.&lt;br /&gt;kim and nana: *laughed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i found that conversation funny. in a way, but KIM! i wasn't blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaaaaay. Woke Marcus up like 10am like that. Told him to come and meet us outside Burger King at 11am. He rushed! And woah, he was the first to reached. Talked to the two idiots again and hung up. Ate my breakfast and fell asleep. Kinda shit ah. Was the last to reach eventually. Reached at 12pm. Walked around Arab Street. Then we went to the No. 1 Costume Costume shop along Aliwal Street. The shop that we really need that sells a whole lot of different costumes. Cool stuff actually. I love all the masks. Damn cool alright. You should go there. We stayed there for let's say 30mins? Yes. The rest of the shop we been to is aint that cool. Choices were limited to a costume or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed down to Forum after that. Headed to Toys R Us. It was fun. There was displays and all. The kiddy us came out. Kimberley and I played with some toy where they teach you to write Alphabets, Numbers and all. Another cool item. It was a wasted trip as we went there to look for masks and wigs and all but they only sell it during HALLOWEEN period. Oh well. But i got a cotton candy and popcorn. Sweet. and a pokeball! Got myself to try those $1 machine after seeing Marcus getting one for himself. I wanted to get that MasterBall! But Marcus got it. Heh. Oh well. I enjoy Power Ranger more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to Far East. And got back to church soon after for Haunted House Committee Meeting. Silence filled the room. Walked out to the office to get the posters printed out. Meeting started at 5.30pm and ended at 9? Yes. At least, certain stuff are settled. Meeting the class the next day to brief them and allocates the Ghosts and all. Had dinner at the Coffeeshop behind church with same people i went arab stree with. Walked home with Marcus. And i found out that i m not alone in this world who loves Marine Life. Marcus too. Heh. Did the ticket design at home the moment i reach home. Unfortunately when i was halfway done, my photoshop bitched on me. @!!@$ Slept at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday(Today!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Planned to have breakfast with the Committee at Al-ameen at 8! and what time did i wake up? 9.30am! WTHECK! Marcus called my home. Rushed to church. And i reached at 10.10am. I thought i was late. I was but meeting havent even started. I didn't know where to help Marcus in. So yeah. He calls the shot. Pasted the poster around church with the whole class. And was suppose to eat lunch with Marcus and Jared and Emmanuel and Sean and Brother Jovita. But was really really tired so went home straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents wanted to go out but were really undecisive so i spent my Saturday sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think thats all i wanna remember ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAVE remind yourself that tomorrow your Sunday is not a day of rest!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEAST DAY IS LIKE IN A WEEK MORE TO GO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO GRAB YOUR ASS AS YOU WILL BE BUYING THE STUFF WITH MARCUS TOMORROW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T FORGET.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaaaaaaaay! thats all ah. Good night. Byeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like i said, i love marine life. I like this picture very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209275785356088530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEsQuhMxlNI/AAAAAAAAACI/i6F8idR5eXQ/s320/530181088_9a8518ea82_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-825069525879683561?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/825069525879683561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=825069525879683561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/825069525879683561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/825069525879683561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/06/pokeball.html' title='PokeBALL'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEsQuhMxlNI/AAAAAAAAACI/i6F8idR5eXQ/s72-c/530181088_9a8518ea82_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-6509749037624895189</id><published>2008-06-04T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T17:06:59.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Happening.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1528hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HUNGRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and I just woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I shall go eat to appease my growling stomach.&lt;br /&gt;Await my return, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1545hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm BORED. Bored. Bored. =/&lt;br /&gt;So I just couldn't resist the pull of Blogger and channel my boredom into somewhere &lt;s&gt;useful?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a flu again.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's the screwed weather. Mornings are either damn cold or damn hot. Or a mixture of both, which is worse. Singapore weather is like a rollercoaster or a woman with moodswings. It's crazy shit. But there's no one to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where oh where is the weatherman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm being such an utter retard. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;A BLAST&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome beyond awesome, cool beyond cool and everything was superbly fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;I went to EastCoastPark with Zeyan, Haris and Jannah.&lt;br /&gt;I've been yearning to go there and cycled. And BOOM, it HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;And..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Maybe Pictures Do SPEAK A Thousand Words and explain everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EAST COAST PARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZUTzc8lCI/AAAAAAAAABI/8d1hvtaWQm4/s1600-h/Photo_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZUTzc8lCI/AAAAAAAAABI/8d1hvtaWQm4/s320/Photo_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207942718306423842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zeyan &amp;amp; Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZUUTjy9HI/AAAAAAAAABQ/w82Ltd52C_E/s1600-h/Photo_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZUUTjy9HI/AAAAAAAAABQ/w82Ltd52C_E/s320/Photo_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207942726925087858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We Climb A Tree. Jannah Me Zeyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZUUYgJpfI/AAAAAAAAABY/JDyWgBM-dEE/s1600-h/Photo_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZUUYgJpfI/AAAAAAAAABY/JDyWgBM-dEE/s320/Photo_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207942728251975154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jannah Took This. I like this picture though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SL INVESTITURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZWb1F3aGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uFaspeiXMkI/s1600-h/Image0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZWb1F3aGI/AAAAAAAAAB4/uFaspeiXMkI/s320/Image0242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207945055208695906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't know an Informal Picture is being pointed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZWctRuDyI/AAAAAAAAACA/nd7N0teCQJQ/s1600-h/Image037000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZWctRuDyI/AAAAAAAAACA/nd7N0teCQJQ/s320/Image037000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207945070290800418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AES Presidents '07 and '08&lt;br /&gt;It's up to you two presidents now. Good Luck anyway to you, Endy and Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZUVNlN_AI/AAAAAAAAABo/i9qel-Juifs/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZUVNlN_AI/AAAAAAAAABo/i9qel-Juifs/s320/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207942742500310018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I found this by chance the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZUU5UEPDI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ky9RckB30Bw/s1600-h/27072007614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZUU5UEPDI/AAAAAAAAABg/Ky9RckB30Bw/s320/27072007614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207942737059658802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sec 3 Camp '07&lt;br /&gt;A morning picture where I was used as a SOFA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1600hrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. its 4pm and boy, I'm sleepy. I shall retire now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is blog is my homepage, DAVE please be reminded to:&lt;br /&gt;- Do your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOMEWORKS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Touch your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOOKS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Don't forget the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAUNTED HOUSE POSTER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haunted House Committee Meeting&lt;/span&gt; in Church tomorrow(Thursday) @ 6pm in St Paul Room&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VPT Meeting cum Duck Rice Lunch&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday, 7/8/08 @ 12pm&lt;br /&gt;- Others Check Your Handphone Organiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-6509749037624895189?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/6509749037624895189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=6509749037624895189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/6509749037624895189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/6509749037624895189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-happening.html' title='It&apos;s Happening.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/SEZUTzc8lCI/AAAAAAAAABI/8d1hvtaWQm4/s72-c/Photo_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-2711961974791632775</id><published>2008-04-28T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:41:08.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About Time.</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea how to begin this post. I tried typing some sentences, but it didn't seem like a good beginning. So I typed and backspaced 2 or 3 times before finally admitting that I can't seem to think of anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer: Looooong post (of ranting) ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I didn't warn you. There's a lot of things that you don't need to know stuff. But then, since when did i need anyone to know anything about what's happening in my life anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling fed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/RANT DELETED]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop ranting.&lt;br /&gt;Stop ranting.&lt;br /&gt;Stop ranting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap. This sucks. This blog is created to hold the beauty of my life. Instead it became a ranting blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-2711961974791632775?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/2711961974791632775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=2711961974791632775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/2711961974791632775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/2711961974791632775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/05/about-time.html' title='About Time.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-8345776456704437118</id><published>2008-04-21T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:56:51.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Too Overwhelming;</title><content type='html'>oh man. i'm so pathetic. oh God, please help me. please please help me. i don't want to be this way anymore. i don't want to think of these type of things. but thank God, i'm slowly forgetting. i still think about it, but at least i'm slowly forgetting. and i used to stone and stuff whenever i thought about it, but now, it's minus all that. no more stoning, no more keeping-away-from-my-friend, just telling myself that i shouldn't be thinking about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i was over it. but i'm not. i wanted so so so much to be over it, that i was beginning to deceive myself into thinking that i really was over it. but the truth is, it's much harder than i thought it would be.i try my very very best to show that i'm happy. i really do, i try so hard. but sometimes, when i'm all alone and everything's quiet, the lies diminish into the air and what's left behind is the bare cold truth.the truth that, yes, i'm still sad. and when the facade is dropped, i realise how hurt i felt before and all the memories start coming back. all those times, the horrible moods, scolding people who were not at fault.time heals all wounds. but they still leave scars. scars, that are there to remind that person everyday of what they went through. my wounds haven't even healed yet. the doctor, time, is not coming until much later. not enough time has passed for my wounds to heal. so who's helping me now?the wounds of deceit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if they will ever fade away? i always thought that i was a happy person: that i could get up right away when i fall. but this time, it's different. i'm still lying on the floor. i want to get up, but i can't. a part of me just doesn't want to get up. maybe people will notice then and help. but that's being selfish, ain't it?i'm all out of faiththis is how i feeli'm cold and i am shamed lying naked on the floor. illusions never change into something real. i'm wide awake and i can see the perfect sky is torn you're a little late i'm already torn i can't help blaming myself. i'm on the verge of tears, but the tears ain't coming out. i'm crying inside though. ha, maybe i've grown so accustomed to keeping them all in that they won't come out anymore.it hurts a lot, doing this: living and breathing a web of lies i never wanted to weave. i just don't want to make anyone worried. but in the process of protecting them, i guess i hurt myself. somehow, i feel like it's the right thing to do. better one person hurt than many more others, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ain't noble. in fact, i have so many flaws. and sometimes, i just 'hate' the people who can see through me just like that. i'm trying so hard here to not show it, and then they go: "let it out. i know you're still sad. don't try to hide it."what crap.stop telling me that! it's already hard convincing myself that i'm not sad and then you just had to reaffirm the sadness in me. it's not that easy, you know. ah shit.. i'm not angry at anybody, don't get me wrong.it's just that if i let it all out, you know what an outrage i would cause? i'd rather keep it all inside. it's easier. everything's hard. it's just.. keeping it inside.. it's easier that way.this act, i don't know how much longer i can keep it up. but i'm going to continue trying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-8345776456704437118?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/8345776456704437118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=8345776456704437118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/8345776456704437118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/8345776456704437118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-too-overwhelming.html' title='It&apos;s Too Overwhelming;'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-2847069621970481104</id><published>2008-04-14T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:43:01.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish You Thought That I Was Dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I should spare the world the torture and not rant about my horrible time management skills, being at home and school, etc.&lt;br /&gt;But where do I turn to? Nowhere else but this blog. You cannot expect me to just grab somebody in the society and rant until his eyes bawls out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I'm confusing myself. Damn. I don't know who to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling good for the past weeks. I don't know if you notice it or what, but I simply don't care if you find this emo. I don't know what has changed. Maybe I've resigned myself to fate. Or maybe it's just the lack of 'sadness' that's getting to me.It seems like the only emotion I can truly feel right now is sadness. And when even sadness is gone, there's nothing to fill the emotional void.Oh wait, here comes another feeling knocking on my door: ANGER. Angst. Rage. Wrath. Whatever you call it. I am bringing this all on myself.I can't even tell what I'm typing anymore. My fingers are moving at ultra high speed (for my standards) and I'm just typing the incoherent babbling that's being yelled in my mind.I need a damn break from life. Are there holiday resorts for such thing? Maybe I should go meditate. It's not working, dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even deserve everyone's efforts to try and cheer me up. I've hurt some people already. I need to stop myself before I start hurting more people. Or, before I start hurting myself. No, if you're thinking I'm self-mutilating or thinking of jumping off my house's 7th storey window or go up to the 12th storey making sure my head goes first, then no, you're WRONG. That would be just stupid.I admit, I'm stupid. But I'm not THAT stupid.Why am I ranting?? I don't even know. It's just I feel like I have to type all these thoughts out so that I won't explode on the inside. Blah. It's amazing how screwed life can get.It's amazing how screwed a person can get. I used to think there were limitations for such things. Like, "It can't get any worse off than this." And Lo and Behold! It did! Therefore, I shall eradicate that childish thinking that nothing can get worse than this.Coz' guess what, THINGS DO GET WORSE AND WORSE.&lt;strong&gt; !@$!@#!@$!$&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-2847069621970481104?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/2847069621970481104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=2847069621970481104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/2847069621970481104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/2847069621970481104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-wish-you-thought-that-i-was-dead.html' title='I Wish You Thought That I Was Dead.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-363787382400344816</id><published>2008-04-11T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:56:53.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake the Planets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, just got back from Planetshaker + Tim Hugh's Concert at Expo. It was fun and refreshing! Planetshakers’ attempt at modifying the Ole Ole chant into O Praise Him, Jesus, Jesus was a little tacky and COOL. Only way I can describe is - COOL. Picture all the bright lights with cool effects swinging all over the place. 4.5 huge projector screens. Smokey atmosphere on stage. Then the LOUD music!!! Especially the drums. Love the drum rhythms. Could feel the bass pounding in my throat and the drums lifting your asses that makes you feel like jumping. Heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to be there to experience it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-363787382400344816?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/363787382400344816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=363787382400344816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/363787382400344816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/363787382400344816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/04/shake-planets.html' title='Shake the Planets!'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-3748859771959863482</id><published>2008-04-09T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T22:57:21.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOODY SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SERIOUSLY! FUCK OFF MR ONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE YOU, HATE IS A STRONG WORD, AND IM USING THAT ON YOU. I REALLY &lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;DISLIKE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FUCK, I'M RANTING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-3748859771959863482?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/3748859771959863482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=3748859771959863482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/3748859771959863482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/3748859771959863482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/04/seriously-fuck-off-mr-ong-i-hate-you.html' title='BLOODY SUNDAY'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-1549827904316335463</id><published>2008-04-01T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:50:40.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riboflavin Relieves Migraine Headaches?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've a migraine . It started on Saturday afternoon. I hope this will be the last day of it. Part of me wishes I could stay home today, but a larger part is glad I have a place to go where I have things to do and people to see. Maybe I will forget this head while there. I technically still have it, but today, it's cycling pretty fast and much milder.I have them very severely, but very rarely, so it's not worth doing anything massive about it but just consult the doctor. I've been reminding myself since Sunday that they will eventually go away like soon. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And thanks to Oliver, it hurts alot more. !@$%!$#!%!$&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's not so much the pain, though it hurts a lot, it's the vision thing. Haloes around lights I could stand, but random dancing lights and bits of my vision blanking out make it hard to read. Sleeping it gets awfully boring. Thank goodness they have 98.7fm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I have so many things to blog about. But I can't remember what I'm supposed to be typing. A lot of details forgotten. Many unhappy events are occuring. School's been so crap as usual. I can only sigh about it. Ranting about it is useless. I need to really learn the art of managing my life well. NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-1549827904316335463?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/1549827904316335463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=1549827904316335463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/1549827904316335463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/1549827904316335463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-migraine.html' title='Riboflavin Relieves Migraine Headaches?'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-614575604530704774</id><published>2008-03-25T20:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:02:34.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, The Agony.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I'm PROCASTINATING!&lt;br /&gt;And of course, getting distracted on msn.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to type a blog post looooong time ago.&lt;br /&gt;But I am always exhausted and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Homework keeps POURING in.&lt;br /&gt;Tests are being PRODUCED every minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Pressure is RISING!&lt;br /&gt;But I seem to be numb to the pressure due to the same cycle weekly.&lt;br /&gt;There are events that you don't wish to happen but fortunately they did. TSK.&lt;br /&gt;(FAST-FORWARD.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things to be DONE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EMATHS - Revision 3 + TYS ( those that i've missed out just now )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Core History - SBQs + Essays that was given LONG AGO.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Biology - Study for the beloved TEST! ( HOMEOSTASIS )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elect Geography - buy the workbook ASAP and get Worksheet 1.1,2.1,2.2 ...... and so on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I hope stating those on my blog helps me!&lt;br /&gt;I shall finish those by tonigh!&lt;br /&gt;STOP PROCASTINATING AND GET MOVING, DAVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-614575604530704774?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/614575604530704774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=614575604530704774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/614575604530704774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/614575604530704774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-bored.html' title='Oh, The Agony.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-3491115514114124652</id><published>2008-03-13T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T02:24:37.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Are The Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;yes, i know, i know&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i last blogged and you guys are waiting for some updates here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i m mentally drained this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;imagine calling a holiday with extra classes everyday a holiday, except for the weekends of course.&lt;br /&gt;this is a MENACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had MAAAAAAAAATHS lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 0930 which indicates that i am late for TOILET's beloved lesson.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i woke at the time i've intended to wake up and that is 0900.&lt;br /&gt;i just went back to sleep every one of those times.&lt;br /&gt;went to school with zeyaaaaan like finally after billions of years.&lt;br /&gt;met up with timOH at the school bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;upon reaching at 1100, by the way her lessons is at 1030, expected a scolding or her usual mama-lectures but she just allow us to enter the class.&lt;br /&gt;my jaw dropped, hitting the floor. yes, i know its an embellishment. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;she ended her lessons real early today.&lt;br /&gt;supposedly, we're suppose to end at 1300 but she for some reason, reduced her lesson time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after maths lesson, waited for 1300hrs to come. liana and ziying waited for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivian, zhe ge shi wo de plan. bu yao sheng qi ok. =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched Horton, if i am not wrong on spelling that cartoon elephant movie, with BiTek, Vivian C., Ziying, Bryan Tan, and He-An.&lt;br /&gt;its funny but the story line is too emotive.&lt;br /&gt;but overall, its okay.&lt;br /&gt;we head for our late-lunch and ate the usual outlet, where 1/2 of the people residing in singapore eats, &lt;em&gt;Mac&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;being the lifeless people we are, we went to TOYSrUS.&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaalk here and there.&lt;br /&gt;went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;the TedBiTek took the bus 187. wont elaborate on the events that took place in the bus. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh boy, confirmation camp is over. i must say, it's a very fulfilling one. i've learned more about leading my life and living it to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[oh man, i'm getting fidgety,this will be super succinct]&lt;br /&gt;our group's name was Jupiter, consisting of marcus, kimberly tan, evangeline, samuel wong, john, danielle and me. can't really remember much. but on the second day, we had to go out of the camp compound in our groups and look for cockroaches. we went to the coffee shop and nana suggested asking for cockroaches. the coffeeshop people helped us in catching the cockroaches. we, being kiasu-s, caught two in case one die. after catching it we had to race it. ours was damn fast. tsk. screw you scooter, nana gave that name to our cockroach, cause i had to catch it. i remember holding it and catching it with my bare hands like nobody's business. fortunately, the feeling is normal. phew. oh, and most of us wanted to stay up on the second night, but SAMUEL has to chase us to go back to our bunks. after the camp,we hung around church taking pictures went to Al Ameen marius, marcus, jeanette, miguel, and maria. by the look of it, it seems like its a anual tradition to go Al Ameen after every confirmation camps. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i am perfectly fine now. phew.&lt;br /&gt;i m not bored anymore.&lt;br /&gt;never blogged this long in my life.&lt;br /&gt;be glad i bother to update my blog. :D&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, see you guys around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my energy is depleting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;byeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s blogging too much is torturing.   beware!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here you go, an excerpt from Danielle's blog. the very "detailed" details of the camp. i am too lazy to type everything down you see. you should know me. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just returned from camp. No, not so late, we went our after camp for Amanda's birthday. So let's seeeee.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1:&lt;br /&gt;First part was fun. My group's name is Jupiter! Made of Dave, Kim Tan, Samuel Wong, Marcus, Evangeline, John and ME. The rest of the day, wellllllll, don't really want to talk about it. I was also sick at night. Had a HORRIBLE headache and had to puke REALLY bad. Andrew's so kind. He looked after me. Awwwww. Puked like, a whole plastic bad full la. Hahaha. Damn gross ok. Anyway was feeling like shit so went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2:&lt;br /&gt;First part was quite boring actually. Can't really remember much. Highlight of the day is, we had to go out in our groups and look for cockroaches. It was freakin disgusting ok. We went to the coffee shop and asked for cockroaches. I meant it as a joke but Dave really went to ask. So they helped us catch the cockroaches. MY GOD. Dave was the only one not really scared la. They opened up the dustbin and like, SEVEN cockroaches came out. We caught two in case one died. Then we had to race our cockroaches. I named our winning roach Scooter and BOY DID HE SCOOT. It was damn fast la. Claire's and Marius' cockroaches died. Poor Betty and Claire(both their roaches names). Claire killed Claire the cockroach. So poor thing. Buried the poor things and went to have a drink. After that we had a session and we played games again. I actually played. Six teams at one go. Then played basketball for awhile. Went for a really great shower and then dinner. I can't remember what was after dinenr but we had a short P&amp;amp;W followed by mass. Walau eh during homily had to act out The Prodigal's Son. Basket. I had the most embarrassing role la. Samuel was like, "you shall be the whore". I was like WTH LA. But I didn't mind cos Evangeline was supposed to be the "son". Then Samuel, the delivery guy;bartender;shopkeeper etc, changed roles and I was so freakin embarrassed that I had to act like a whore to him la. Girl I don't really mind but guys ah. Anyway after mass had some night prayer session thing. Marcus was torturing ants with his candle. Sadist. After that I hung around with Vanessa D, Maria, Dave, Kim B, Amanda and Miguel. Played the mice game. we wanted to stay out later but Samuel kept chasing us back. Wished Amanda happy birthday at midnight and Miguel and Dave came out and we were like mouthing HOWHOWHOW(to come out) hahaha. In the end we all just fell asleep. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY3:&lt;br /&gt;We all woke up daaaaamn late. Maria kept kicking me. Went to VCH for rehearsal then came back. Played some grid square game thingy but missed the action songs. Discussed some stuff then left the BBHQ. I sat right at the back with Dave but it felt weird cos I was the only girl. It was like Marius, Miguel, Marcus, Me then Dave. Fell asleep cos Marcus was playing really sleepy songs on his phone. Reached church then hung around taking LOADS of pictures. Went home to put my stuff down then went to Al Ameen with Kim to wait for Marius, Miguel, Jeanette and Dave to go to Pizza Hut for Amanda's birthday. The guys were talking about shitting in the bus and they all had really spastic faces cos they all needed to shit. It was damn funny la. Dave was the first one out of the bus and he ran for his life. Me, Kim and Jeanette helped to carry all their bags while they ran to shit. Miguel had the most spastic face of all. The "I'm controlling it really badly" face. Met up with the rest at Pizza Hut and there were 18 of us altogether. So we were seperated. Dave, Marius, Rachel, Jenette, Miguel and Me were seperated at another table. So sad. I shared a pizza with Marius. It was gooooooood having real food after camp food. So we were hanging out for like two hours in PH taking pictures and laughing and stuff. Surprised Amanda with 18 donuts and candles. Super cool. After that we went to the train station to camwhore. So funny laaaaa. Pictures will be uploaded when I get them. And I feel super guilty for accidentally making Marius feel guilty. SORRY:( But thanks for the very..........enthusiastic(?) hug. Hahaha. Had a shock of my life. Never knew Marius could life me up. I thought I was fat. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:12 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-3491115514114124652?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/3491115514114124652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=3491115514114124652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/3491115514114124652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/3491115514114124652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/03/words-are-presence.html' title='Words Are The Presence'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-6543743416786683488</id><published>2008-03-07T22:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T22:53:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy in the Big Blue House.</title><content type='html'>Hello people(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dave" is here to blog. SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL, TYPE NO EVIL. whatever. random-.-&lt;br /&gt;Okay, life is so great with HongTeck, Vivian, Ziying and Mazliana. AND I LOVE TEDBITEK(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I'm being called a Teddy, i think Piglet and Zinc is cute too(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      Signing off,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      Teddy(Zinc)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-6543743416786683488?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/6543743416786683488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=6543743416786683488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/6543743416786683488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/6543743416786683488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/03/bear-in-big-blue-house-intro.html' title='Teddy in the Big Blue House.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-6001162610645588079</id><published>2008-02-10T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T00:27:54.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Tomorrow Onwards....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can you believe this? DAVE PALOMO is surprisingly blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just plain bored! My aunt and her family is depriving me from my wonderful sleep. She is like here talking to my Mum as if there is no tomorrow. Gaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have foreseen, this selamat hari cheeeeeena break is already turning out to be an unproductive one for me. I told myself to be committed to study BIOLOGY and EMATHS, my two weakest subject. Ain't including GEOGRAPHY as i believe i'm beyond redemption. The teacher can't just teach that I've lost interest in it. Seriously speaking, I use to love Geography during my 1st and 2nd year. Now, i just lost interest in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaaaah! I'm sooooo sleepy! I'm waiting for my AUNT to go hooooome! I can feel the eye bags! I feel like punching it. I've drag Hong Teck in this tormenting torture. Hahahaha! A very reliable dude indeed. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I shall do something constructive and that is to stone in front of the computer and rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-6001162610645588079?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/6001162610645588079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=6001162610645588079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/6001162610645588079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/6001162610645588079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/02/from-tomorrow-onwards.html' title='From Tomorrow Onwards....'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-6594311441377350984</id><published>2008-02-07T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T15:12:18.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heyho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVE is &lt;em&gt;SLEEPY &lt;/em&gt;yet he used this moment to update his oh-so-dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;Ain't that a sign of having responsibility? oh boy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooookay! Its Chinese New Year yet its boring me out.&lt;br /&gt;But the very good part of this holiday is that i can SLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh. Sleep that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week of school is draining me out though its just 2 days of studying and a day of celebration. And boy, I sure get really tired easily nowadays. I aim for at least a 12 for O's. I know its really impossible with my character,those laziness and etc, but if it takes alot of sacrifices to get a 12, i will do it. I really want to go the course that i want. And no way i am gonna go JC, not the right track for me. Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this particular moment of my life that i just remember,&lt;br /&gt;TedBiTek went out for dinner at Mac before a night duty in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bi: oh finish already ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ted: oh yeah hor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bi and Ted: *took the tray and sat down with Tek*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ted: eh, i think something is missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bi: got meh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ted: oh yeah, our fries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TedBiTek: *LAUGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*the mac crew came to bring us our fries*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guess what?&lt;br /&gt;The eat-sleep-shit cycle shall begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s. the post with the bears are not done by me. i believe that i dont resemble a bear. i am a human whose name is DAVE! (: HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-6594311441377350984?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/6594311441377350984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=6594311441377350984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/6594311441377350984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/6594311441377350984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/02/heyho-dave-is-sleepy-yet-he-used-this.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-8491509211497605356</id><published>2008-02-03T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T18:50:57.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE ALWAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/R6WawcpvDgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0_T8dpnJOJ8/s1600-h/bear+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162702704965783042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/R6WawcpvDgI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0_T8dpnJOJ8/s320/bear+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/R6Wai8pvDeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1nj5eQcdDok/s1600-h/bear+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162702473037549026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/R6Wai8pvDeI/AAAAAAAAAAY/1nj5eQcdDok/s320/bear+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/R6Wai8pvDfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ibPOGNjWd9g/s1600-h/bear+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162702473037549042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xzCww7ajD1Q/R6Wai8pvDfI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ibPOGNjWd9g/s320/bear+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's her hair and her eyes today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That just simply take me away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and the feeling that i'm falling further in love makes me shiver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but in a good way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All the times i have sat and stared. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s she purses her lips &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bats her eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and she plays with me sitting there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;slack-jawed and nothing to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cos i love her with all that i am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and my voice shakes along with my hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cos she's all that i see and she's all that i need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i'm out of my league once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a masterful melody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When she calls out my name to me as the world spins around her she laughs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;rolls her eyes and i feel like i'm falling but it's not surprise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cos it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i'd rather be here than on land. Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;es she's all that i see and she's all that i need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i'm out of my league once again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: you told me to update anything i want, so here it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bitch was here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-8491509211497605356?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/8491509211497605356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-8386089409555431057</id><published>2008-02-03T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T18:37:30.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM A BEAR</title><content type='html'>IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE 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BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;IM a BEAR, a CUTE CUTE BEAR&lt;br /&gt;- TETEK =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-8386089409555431057?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/8386089409555431057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=8386089409555431057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/8386089409555431057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/8386089409555431057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-bear-cute-cute-bear-im-bear-cute.html' title='IM A BEAR'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-5438251737323245203</id><published>2008-01-30T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T20:24:05.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALALA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahahaha! DAVE! see i guai you know. Help you change song, link people! Must treat me one day! Yay! ((: And yea, i miss going out with you. Craaaaaap partner. =D I seriously have nthg to say. I still remember when we were at mac. Haha. I wonder how we forgot about our fries! hahaha. Lame la... Okok. Update uh! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bitch was here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-5438251737323245203?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/5438251737323245203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=5438251737323245203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5438251737323245203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/5438251737323245203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/01/lalalala.html' title='LALALALA!'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-1735419941630463950</id><published>2008-01-28T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:49:56.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Things Happen In A Blink Of An Eye</title><content type='html'>oooookaaaaaaay! DAVE IS BACK BLOGGING!&lt;br /&gt;my first post of the year! HAPPY BELATED NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, a lil late eh. but oh well, am rather busy with homeworks and commitments.&lt;br /&gt;i've been so worn out lately. sigh. its like school, studies and commitments. and i don't even get enough sleep. damn, I get mood swings so easily nowadays too. maybe its due to the very lack of sleep though my life should be revolving around sleeping now! there are so many things on my mind. and being appointed the President of the Student Council doesn't help. i mean, everybody's expectations of me has soared.. they expect me to be Mr PERFECT who never breaks the school rules, never makes mistakes. i mean, i'm human too. i make mistakes, i'm not perfect.. so why can't they, just stop? i wish i could just make this burden go away but it won't. i've been tolerating alot. all the negativities are probably attacking me in my weak state right now.. i want to let it all out, but i feel as if it's better to keep it all inside.&lt;br /&gt;shall just put myself together and start all over again. sooo yeaaaaah! gonna do my homeworks now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S   I think i need severe counselling as advise from the school counsellor! she said i look depressed and stress. she's really good. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-1735419941630463950?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/1735419941630463950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=1735419941630463950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/1735419941630463950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/1735419941630463950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-things-happen-in-blink-of-eye.html' title='Great Things Happen In A Blink Of An Eye'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-444433762030240541</id><published>2008-01-26T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T18:50:26.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahaha. DAVE! err, i don't know whether you like it or not. Cause i don't have any ideas what to do with your blog. If don't like it just change okay! Anw, as you promise. Must keep updating uh! If not, i will kill you! Nah, joking. Go out with me again soon alright! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch was here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-444433762030240541?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/444433762030240541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=444433762030240541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/444433762030240541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/444433762030240541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2008/01/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-1561227227592722455</id><published>2007-11-14T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:34:49.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia Volunteers! Come back!</title><content type='html'>WANJUN! AS PROMISED, OUR COUNTDOWN SHALL START HERE BEFORE OUR BESTFRIEND AND FRIENDS COMEBACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 DAYS TO GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tag replies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hong teck &amp;amp; liana&lt;/strong&gt;: i've updated! lalalalala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nick:&lt;/strong&gt; uh huh! u bet. i spent one day to kick my laziness to write the post down there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;annoymous:&lt;/strong&gt; uh, yining uh?! hello!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baNaNa#2:&lt;/strong&gt; i've link u. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people who wants to be relinked/linked:&lt;/strong&gt; i've relinked/linked u all. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-1561227227592722455?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/1561227227592722455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=1561227227592722455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/1561227227592722455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/1561227227592722455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/11/cambodia-volunteers-come-back.html' title='Cambodia Volunteers! Come back!'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-1201451236656867065</id><published>2007-11-14T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:47:00.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LTC! (:</title><content type='html'>Think of the starving children in i_________a and the jubokarats people,&lt;br /&gt;they have no sustenance to consume huh, NICHOLAS!&lt;br /&gt;must eat uh people, huh NICHOLAS!&lt;br /&gt;dun waste ure food people, huh NICHOLAS!&lt;br /&gt;right? right? right? NICHOLAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay nicholas. i dun own u anything now. im freeeeeee! :) oooookaaaaay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many bad/good/happy/fun/sad occurences lately, but oh well, have to move on with life. LTC is one of the event that took place recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LTC was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;superb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in a way. Leadership Training Camp filled with FUN! INTERESTING! CRAAPPY! facils, run away oldies of nearby old folks home. the only LTC i've ever attended that is super slack, seriously. I CAN REMEMBER THE THINGS WE DID VIVIDLY. oh and you know what, my instructor is a indian/living in singapore/talks like an indian/wears the helmet like a construction worker. calling him a bangla is super crude but he seems to be a well-to-do dude. so oh well. its a PLEASURE to have him. his name is SATI btw. he is funny. nicholas asked, do you noe linkin park?. he said no,*me showing him some action*. But on a serious note, its a pleasure to have JOHN MARI, ALYANNA, LEONIE, MICHELLE, ENDY, MOOSE(??), SITI, JONATHAN, THESSA LOI, MEILING, JEZLYN, CHERYL. they are my group mates and we are known as MUMBAIs. its a cool group as it comes with a mascot, SATI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the programme for the camp is satisfactory. we had theory lessons too, you know! like wth. it boreds me. we have rope obstacles, as usual. and the coolest thing was, after dinner is daily reflection and next day action plan and after that was, SOCIAL TIME/NIGHT SNACK/SHOWER. i only love camp nights. seriously. hahahas! this is the only camp where pressure wasnt really inserted to us all and we have free time! yeeeeeeeah! cool eh. umm.. if u guys wanna find out more about the camp, check out nicholas's or hong teck's blog. they posted about the camp detail-edly!&lt;br /&gt;camp rating, 7.5/10.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-1201451236656867065?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/1201451236656867065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=1201451236656867065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/1201451236656867065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/1201451236656867065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/11/think-of-starving-children-in-ia-and.html' title='LTC! (:'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-298791990485245422</id><published>2007-09-16T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:17:22.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close your eyes.</title><content type='html'>finally gathered the energy to post.&lt;br /&gt;there are many occurrences lately.&lt;br /&gt;that includes my birthday which was exactly a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;many thanks to the people who greeted me via sms,MSN,Friendster,calls,etc.&lt;br /&gt;and for the chocolates,pencil case,TEDDY BEARS(recieved 4 of it -_-"'),wallet,notebook and the &lt;strong&gt;card&lt;/strong&gt; especially from nicholas ng and many others who had written down their good wishes for me.&lt;br /&gt;really appreciate it. was and am touch by it. :)&lt;br /&gt;ahahs. nicholas told me to include this.&lt;br /&gt;on the eve and the very first hour of my birthday, Nicholas Ng called me.&lt;br /&gt;we talked about everything until &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dawn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and as usual, he entertained me with his craps and in return i entertain him with mine. hehe. Supposedly, we were suppose to study. as in really STUDY. ahahs. but we failed.&lt;br /&gt;and we talked about blahblehblahblehlalala,something you people reading this is not suppose to know. :)  &lt;br /&gt;we talked till 6 am. we even had countdown. like YEEEEEA!&lt;br /&gt;ahahs. &lt;br /&gt;anyway, to everyone, THANKS! really appreciate it. :)&lt;br /&gt;i shall end here huh. :)&lt;br /&gt;i still have some craps on later, so see ya all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-298791990485245422?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/298791990485245422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=298791990485245422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/298791990485245422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/298791990485245422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/09/close-your-eyes.html' title='Close your eyes.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-51458169281864228</id><published>2007-09-08T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T21:42:39.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lalalala</title><content type='html'>hey!&lt;br /&gt;taking a time off now.&lt;br /&gt;FROM STUDYING!&lt;br /&gt;tsssssk.&lt;br /&gt;will blog again later lah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-51458169281864228?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/51458169281864228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=51458169281864228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/51458169281864228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/51458169281864228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/09/lalalala.html' title='Lalalala'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-294951296905123605</id><published>2007-09-03T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:05:55.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assuming is wrong.</title><content type='html'>I'm wondering if i was right all along.&lt;br /&gt;Fuuuuuuuuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-294951296905123605?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/294951296905123605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>Woven Dreams.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;the week is over.&lt;br /&gt;and when you are having fun, you'll notice that the week ended real fast.&lt;br /&gt;i lost the habit to blog. here i m blogging trash// lalalala.&lt;br /&gt;i find it weird that people starts greeting you, 'happy birthday' when your birthday is like what, a week time?&lt;br /&gt;geez, thanks for remembering but its really weird, you know.&lt;br /&gt;things isn't going well again for me. please bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;craaaaaaaaaaaaaaap. am i making sense now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey **************, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you said i don't make the effort to meet up with you to clarify stuffs. i did ok. please, i don't care who's fault is it. but can we just talk things out calmly? tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-7298079697936916548?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/7298079697936916548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=7298079697936916548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/7298079697936916548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/7298079697936916548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/09/woven-dreams.html' title='Woven Dreams.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-6900431752072489704</id><published>2007-08-27T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T01:28:18.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To You.</title><content type='html'>its 1.16am.&lt;br /&gt;and i just finished doing that bitch, &lt;strong&gt;MATHS&lt;/strong&gt; since i did not have the time to do it as i wasnt feeling good on sat.&lt;br /&gt;posting now for the sake of nourishing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;i m soon to extinction.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARCUS HENG&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;will turn in now, my body is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;crapping the hell out of me. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-6900431752072489704?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/6900431752072489704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=6900431752072489704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/6900431752072489704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/6900431752072489704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/08/letters-to-you.html' title='Letters To You.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-3194847961707648903</id><published>2007-08-20T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:12:43.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deceptions</title><content type='html'>hi guuuuuuuys,&lt;br /&gt;am back again after so many days, hours, minutes, and seconds. alot of things has happened, i m serious. with the many events, tests, and responsibilities that i m commited to, looks like i dont even have a time for my own. now that i have a new load on my shoulder, i guess it will kill me soon. craaaaaaaap. please kill me now. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is the moment we needed the most &lt;br /&gt;You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost &lt;br /&gt;You tell me your blue skies fade to grey &lt;br /&gt;You tell me your passion's gone away &lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no carryin' on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-3194847961707648903?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/3194847961707648903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=3194847961707648903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/3194847961707648903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/3194847961707648903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/08/deceptions.html' title='Deceptions'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-1628261645013774128</id><published>2007-07-08T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:48:12.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swallowed In The Sky</title><content type='html'>hello people,&lt;br /&gt;posting a post since i have a time cause i'll never have one whenever the week starts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hate you. fucking _____________. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kick me, bitch! stop poking yer nose in people's life. fuck you man. screw yer life. i got to be honest with you, ALMOST EVERYBODY HATEs YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk. _____________ really spoiled my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when home, thinking that leslie will be online soon. suprisingly, its not soon. he is online NOW when i came online. and that is like 7.30am there in america and 7.30pm here in SG. talked to him about _____________ and yea, he never fail to help me. thanks man. hope that didnt affect you. sorry that i have to leave like soon too cause i wanted to be alone. am not EMO k? palomo is still the one whom u'll always see smiling. :) Talk to you later yea? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's pratically my sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-1628261645013774128?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/1628261645013774128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=1628261645013774128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/1628261645013774128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/1628261645013774128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/07/swallowed-in-sky.html' title='Swallowed In The Sky'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-8914447275324123468</id><published>2007-07-07T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T12:19:03.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, well</title><content type='html'>hello! been a long time since i last posted a post eh? it sure is.&lt;br /&gt;well, alot of things has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Leslie left like yesterday morning. i m sorry if i was rather quiet and ignored u people or wasn't paying attention to yer conversation with me. was kinda moody yesterday but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZEYAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RACHEL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;killed it somehow at BPP MACs. Love you people. life still need to go on though the Major adjustment to it now. people come and go. but someday there will be day when we all meet and be reunited once again. sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll get going now. will continue again tonight,if i have the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-8914447275324123468?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/8914447275324123468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=8914447275324123468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/8914447275324123468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/8914447275324123468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-well.html' title='oh, well'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-3329224717917540680</id><published>2007-06-03T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T20:36:48.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Well</title><content type='html'>hey guys!!! i'm like so finally back. i know that my blog needs updating but there are some priorities i gotta commit myself into. i've been examining my life lately. i realised that there are some things done wrong and some right. i am gonna start correcting the wrongs like real soon as i feel that i m living a life full of emptiness and no satisfaction to everything i recieve or do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; anyway, i just came back from sec 3 pre-cofirmation camp. its nice in the spiritual sense but at the same time boring and torturing. father terence is such a bully, isnt he? heh. won't elaborate much about it and the camp. its for me and us, the people who went(duh!), to know and reminisce about. its really nice for like what ivan shared, its my first time experiencing being very close to God the Father and his love for us. i did get a chance to rest on the Holy Spirit's peace like everyone else. it felt real good and renewed. i would like to experience more of this for this is where happiness is. so yea, enough of elaboration. kinda tired now. gonna unpack my bag and sleep after that. will continue to link and relink everybody once my energy to work replenishes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dear Holy Spirit, Please continue guiding and being there for me. I really thank you for allowing me to experience your presence. For you are there to guide me, i really would like to give my best to do His will with your help and guidance. Thank you for the peace and joy you have given me. Thank you for guiding me always teaching me what is right and wrong. You are very appreciated. Thank you for everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-3329224717917540680?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/3329224717917540680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=3329224717917540680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/3329224717917540680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/3329224717917540680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-well.html' title='Oh Well'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-117605747005027677</id><published>2007-04-09T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T02:41:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After One Left,  Another Goes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He Is Risen today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indeed He Has RISEN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of the holy week and what do we call that?&lt;br /&gt;EASTER! Weeeeee. Christ has risen from the dead and to die no more!&lt;br /&gt;and through this, there is our Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeap.&lt;br /&gt;its the last day of holy week but this doesnt mark the begining of our sinful and evil acts again. i have put my life into big reflection during the week and i realise that i have commited several misdeeds and i didnt do anything about it. but now, as realisation had just strucked me, i gotta do something about it right? same goes for u people like me out there. start working on ure wrongdoings now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nothing much happened the whole week. just that i m in church for like 8-9 hrs everyday, starting from maundy thursday till today. thats why, i m so not free whenever u guys messaged me. ahahs. but at least i get to be out of the house. weeeeeee. will be always back like before dawn, and that means 5am-6.30am. for example, i came back like, 5.05am on thurs ; 6.15 am on fri; and 5.30am this morning. ahahs. i wish this happens everyday. ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mr gian gamboa, sorry for pangseh-ing(??sp) you this morning. you should noe why right for u were with me, stupid. anyway, do take care ah since we wont be seeing you very frequent nowadays. thanks for the fond memories u have given me and avlyn and of course everyone else. i wont forget those pathetic jokes of urs though and times when u irritate me alot. ahahs. too much know. ahahs. so yea. thanks alot. oh oh oh. lessen those "chocolates". dont "eat" to much like that time. 7 eh. thats alot lah. so yea, do come and server tagalog mass with us ah. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeap again.&lt;br /&gt;everything should be fine now. i hope. i truly do. man...i dun seem to have time for myself due to the commitments i m carrying. but its for the glory of God anyway. so yea. i do hope my commitment in church won't drop rapidly again.&lt;br /&gt;gee, this whole post is full of church. duh?! wat do u expect? church is so fun now and i truly learn alot during this one whole week. Thanks alot Father Terence. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just a random thing that i wanna tell my friends(you should know who u are),&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Replies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;liqi - yup. i will. dun worry. ahahs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mia - ahahs. u'll get ure paper hearts soon. and i love mia , my second wife!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniu - ahahs. nothing much. kinda bored ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;liana - whats there on march 30th? ahahs. retarded.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hidayah- nothing much. ahahs. yup. long time no talk. tats so true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;karel - ano?! ngayon mo lang ako mahal? hahas. naks naman. ure welcome anyway. weeee. karel called me the great teddy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ate faith - updated na. ahahs. thursday ah. ung date natin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;qistina - helloooo. hahs. the girl who didnt cried for her wallet. how nice and brave. ahahs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shari - hello. ahahs. ure back. finally. i still remember the gummy promise so dun worry. ahahs. the problem is when can i see u again! ahahs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;desiree - my wife! u pangseh me. i m suppose to walk u and mich home then u cab-ed home. i ended up going home with gian. ahahs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;reginaMae - ahahs. hello. ahahs. see u later. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;people who wants me to relink or link them - YOU ARE LINKED/RELINKED. =) weeeeeee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-117605747005027677?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/117605747005027677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=117605747005027677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117605747005027677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117605747005027677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-one-left-another-goes.html' title='After One Left,  Another Goes.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-117491947560659043</id><published>2007-03-26T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:31:15.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing As If Its Our Last Day To Laugh.</title><content type='html'>school was boring that you'll fall asleep anytime.&lt;br /&gt;had a make-up Physics Practical.&lt;br /&gt;full of nonsense I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Lot1 with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Zeyan,Eugene Tan and Rachel Chan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Zeyan wanted to buy a present for someone special.(Awwwww...)&lt;br /&gt;then eugene went home,&lt;br /&gt;then the 3 of us took lrt to plaza.&lt;br /&gt;fooled like crazy in the lrt.&lt;br /&gt;then to plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.zeyan : ehhh that guy dig his nose know! *points points*&lt;br /&gt;guy : *LOOKS UP with that oh shit face*&lt;br /&gt;rachel : hahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;zeyan : oh my god hahahahahahahahahah he heard that!?!?!! hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw alot of people in macs.&lt;br /&gt;mainly the 1-1 - 3-1 gang.&lt;br /&gt;ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kfc to eat.&lt;br /&gt;from this point onwards, all the poppycocks were born.&lt;br /&gt;ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;was eating peacefully until Rachel started laughing and Zeyan was drooling.&lt;br /&gt;due to tat, laugh damn hard lah.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;(skip some parts...)&lt;br /&gt;Rachel was playing with her drink.&lt;br /&gt;Zeyan followed and decided to change it by shooting smashed ice at me.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, her shooting skill was super good that it became a 2-in-1 shoot(Coke and Ice).&lt;br /&gt;Ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;novice shooter.&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;practice harder lah, Zeyan.&lt;br /&gt;immediately wipe the mucky on my hands using Rachel's shirt. =p&lt;br /&gt;ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;i douse Rachel with my Icey Saliva(?? another pure poppycock of mine)&lt;br /&gt;awwww. poor Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of today: Zeyan Wanted to Choke me.&lt;br /&gt;she shot smashed ice in to my mouth hitting that punching bag look alike thing.&lt;br /&gt;ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;will have my revenge on you, Zeyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel : *chew ice trying to stuff inside the straw*&lt;br /&gt;zeyan : *stares with the are-you-done face*&lt;br /&gt;dave : *shooting ice at zeyan*&lt;br /&gt;rachel : cannot! :( i swallow all the ice down alr.&lt;br /&gt;zeyan + dave : *laugh for full 5 mins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the other side of rachel.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"so i gave up and i chew on the ice&lt;br /&gt;.and i spitted on dave while he was talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;and zeyan continued using straw.&lt;br /&gt;LOL i feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;and dave was like "what the hell is with you la rachel!"&lt;br /&gt;and zeyan spit till the saliva and water still dripping out of her&lt;br /&gt;mouth.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny i tell you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh and we had this stupid head pushing thing,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL.damn funny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dave ran away with his hands on his head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.and zeyan grab both of my hands,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i used my head to bang her head.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and she got shocked and started laughing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL.the going home time,they both wanted to go back school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so they accompanied me take 184, the best bus in the world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then while waiting at the interchange.i sat at the chair, though its under the sun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and dave, zeyan went in the shade.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but they stood.LOL.then zeyan cannot take it and sat with me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the sun.while dave still in the shade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so he squated down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.rachel : *whispers* he look like beggar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zeyan : *laughs* eh dave put yr hands like that *2 palms facing up action*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dave : *both palms face up* *still looking very blur*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zeyan : say "help help" say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dave : help help help helppasserbys walk past and stareeeeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dave : oh my god what am i doing BEGGAR AH!?! *put down hand*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zeyan &amp; rachel : you're damn slow know."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- an excerpt from Rachel's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school and looked for Putra and Gang.&lt;br /&gt;Talked here and there.&lt;br /&gt;Putra damn funny lah.&lt;br /&gt;Keep laughing to himself.&lt;br /&gt;ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;(cutting it short here...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;kinda tired and lazy now.&lt;br /&gt;so yea...&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-117491947560659043?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/117491947560659043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=117491947560659043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117491947560659043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117491947560659043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/03/laughing-as-if-its-our-last-day-to.html' title='Laughing As If Its Our Last Day To Laugh.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-117387415490791861</id><published>2007-03-14T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:09:14.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Mood To Blog.</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. as u see, blogging bar is low and short. nothing much is happening. kinda boring. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soishallpostagaintomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;lalalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-117387415490791861?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/117387415490791861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=117387415490791861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117387415490791861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117387415490791861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-mood-to-blog.html' title='No Mood To Blog.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-117367659727296997</id><published>2007-03-11T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:40:38.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Sec 1 Camp.</title><content type='html'>hello world.&lt;br /&gt;back from sec 1 camp.&lt;br /&gt;kinda tiring and fun too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway 1/1's,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Congratulations! kinda unexpected though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-117367659727296997?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/117367659727296997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=117367659727296997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117367659727296997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117367659727296997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-sec-1-camp.html' title='Back From Sec 1 Camp.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-117327244278396384</id><published>2007-03-07T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T21:00:42.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Ends Tonight.</title><content type='html'>greetings people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first thing first, JOHN AND MARIEL is leaving for CANADA tomorrow. =( gonna miss their company especially my classmate, or is it use-to-be classmate?, JOHN. not use to not being tease by him and there isnt anyone to be made fun of. man.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as usual, i affirm that i will screw my papers! fuck! on the other hand, i am kinda bothered by alot of things and that includes JOHN and MARIEL's leave. but yea, it will pass.&lt;br /&gt;shall not talk about school for its effing boring. as usual, after school, went to my class.&lt;br /&gt;good new everyone! 1/1 is getting better and cooperative now. weeeee. kinda enjoy it now. i mean them. it sound so animal-like. yea. ahahs. i didnt really did my part as a IC for i m so cant be bothered with them. but fortunately, i joined them for they cannot do things without my instruction. =x yea. went of early as i need to meet up with geneva and cleomine and after that leave for mariel's place. we planned to meet up with them in their HOME! yea. asked his mum for permission though. yup. crap and all. further details will be posted tomorrow, depending on my blogging bar. coz its very low now, very, very low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stopping here.&lt;br /&gt;bye!!&lt;br /&gt;*switch off the CPU,followed by Monitor then lastly, the light*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-117327244278396384?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/117327244278396384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=117327244278396384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117327244278396384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117327244278396384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/03/it-ends-tonight.html' title='It Ends Tonight.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-117318966574304754</id><published>2007-03-06T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T22:01:05.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Say He Is EMO!</title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i'm effing sick. fucking @!@#!#!@%$DE.&lt;br /&gt;i simply hate it.&lt;br /&gt;been sick for one fucking week. so screwed. started with flu last wednesday, to be exact, followed with headaches. and now, a slight fever.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, started the day with a very bad sick morning. head was kinda heavy and flu was a super irritant. woke up at 5.45am+&lt;span &gt;. was still considering to go to school at that time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, went to school. gotta study hard for common test starts tmr and i don't know a single thing. maybe i do but it sucks to know that i will be screwing it with assurance.&lt;br /&gt;came to school and did the daily routine which is duty,study,play(??) and rest.&lt;br /&gt;man...the whole day is a complete cycle of boredom, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;PE did practically nothing. would usually play basketball with eugene tan and whoever is there but today was a total complete change. instead, joined natasha norrolah(?? sp) in her boredom.&lt;br /&gt;had recess and all those boring lessons. was suppose to be in bio but i skipped and join my secondary 1 class in their preparation for campfire. its 1/1 though. and i have no comments with this class. was self entertaining for i am bored. fragging bored. after the whole thing,went to the canteen and saw ryan putra,marius,caryl and some other peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheer up ah,putra. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked in the rain with the "emo" people to the bus stop. was considered one there for i walked in the rain. wth.&lt;br /&gt;was freezing in the bus ah. tsk. my fault though. who cares? went home with zeyan, marius and alvyin. zeyan was hyper as usual for she is hungry. so went u are bored or down, dont give zeyan food. starve her! shall stop here people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta study for &lt;strong&gt;COMMON TEST&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow. &lt;strong&gt;DIE! MATHS eh! fucking @#!!LKA!@#!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/453/726/200/399117/DSC01244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;some drawing done by me and vivian!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-117318966574304754?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/117318966574304754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=117318966574304754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117318966574304754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117318966574304754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/03/they-say-he-is-emo_06.html' title='They Say He Is EMO!'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-117309108734918764</id><published>2007-03-05T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:12:03.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facade Is Our Show</title><content type='html'>hello people,&lt;br /&gt;morning spoils the day. some unfortunate event took place. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;zeyan, sorry for the rude replies yea? not angry with u though.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wat i said, morning spoilt my day. didnt have the mood to do anything the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.....&lt;br /&gt;after school,went to the canteen to look for marius and gang. talked to him for a while and left for [anonymous place to alleviate myself].&lt;br /&gt;came online and nick talked to me about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thanks ah. u really knocked it hard till i became speechless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well diary, i gotta stop here. gotta rest. shall enter again tmr. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-117309108734918764?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/117309108734918764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=117309108734918764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117309108734918764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117309108734918764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/03/facade-is-our-show.html' title='Facade Is Our Show'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-117292814759517110</id><published>2007-03-03T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T21:22:27.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection of my blog.</title><content type='html'>greetings people!&lt;br /&gt;goodness gracious. it's been quite a &lt;strong&gt;long time&lt;/strong&gt; since i was last here eh.&lt;br /&gt;alot of things happened, fyi.&lt;br /&gt;too many to name all.&lt;br /&gt;and bummer.&lt;br /&gt; i'm fucking sick again. i hate being sick.who loves being sick?!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i don't seem to be happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;everything is so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;doing everything wrongly, but of course at the same time, some are done right.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;still working on it though.&lt;br /&gt;So yea...&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop here people!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna rest now.Fucking sick.Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-117292814759517110?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/117292814759517110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=117292814759517110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117292814759517110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/117292814759517110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2007/03/resurrection-of-my-blog.html' title='Resurrection of my blog.'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116669756294206334</id><published>2006-12-21T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T23:28:05.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let see...&lt;br /&gt;Today is kinda Fun,BORING,and Horny?Yea.Went to school with Zeyan.Yea.Didn't sleep at all last nite.Yea.Not sleepy.So yea.But tonight,i shall drop dead on my bed due to the lack of 8hrs of sleep.Would usually sleep at 4?Will wake up at 6pm?Yea.Bath and all and go for SIMBANG GABI 2006.Back to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to school at 10.15am for meeting.Met up with kat after that.Damn Crap can?Yea.Were like noisy when WE saw her.Ahahs.You see lah,kat.I missed ure crappy-ness.Ahahs.Yea.Had the watever meeting.Was late.30mins late.Yea.We waited for people such as Aldrich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat with Aldrich,Lin Jie,Gary and someone else i guess?Yea.Aldrich phone suddenly rang.Yea.Tsk.Mr Hong was giving a speech or sth?yea.Dun understand wat he was talking about.Kinda blur coz i was talking to Aldrich about some adorable girl(Aldrich's).Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;When to the SC room.Man....SC room sucks now.I prefer the old one.Yea.Mr Keh,pls revert it back.Yea.Alicia and the other Exco gave some instruction for tomorrow's Sec 1 orientation or sth.Yea.For all I know,I m in the reception table and attire is New School Uniform,Tie,SC Badge,And LONG PANTS.Yea.Norfi crap here and there.Yea.Juz listened to her since Alicia is done talking and no one is like giving instruction.Yea.Tim Teo came in after some mins.Yea.He brief us on Miss Lee Farewell Party.Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim: We are having a surprise game tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wat game?&lt;br /&gt;Alicia n the rest: Wat surprise game?Is it for us to be a surprise or ms lee?&lt;br /&gt;Tim: For her to laugh at our surprise.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh?! Laugh at our surprise?!Can repeat?! So perplexing!&lt;br /&gt;Tim: The game is 1hr.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WAT!!!U crazy ah!!!GAme for 1hr!!!Make her laugh for 1hr?!Damn.Wats tat suppose to be?Sitcom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.After the briefing,called Ann to like meet up with us coz with are accompanying someone to buy sth special for someone special to him.Yea.Ahahs.Waited at the bus stop.Was talking to Zeyan,Aldrich and Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeyan: I wanna Pee ah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Go there lah.*Pointed at the construction site for there mite have a toilet*&lt;br /&gt;Zeyan: Is that suppose to be funny?&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Go behind the trees.&lt;br /&gt;Zeyan: How ah?*sth sth.I forgot wat she said*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Go and sit at this position lah.*squatted down and open my legs*&lt;br /&gt;Aldrich: U damn Horny Sia.U see lah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I learnt it from you wat.&lt;br /&gt;Aldrich: You see.You hornier than me.&lt;br /&gt;Zeyan: U are horny than the word hornier.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yea.Tsk.Ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann arrived in 30mins or sth?Yea.Planned to like go Vivo but yea,too late.Went to CWP(CauseWay Point) instead.Took 963 there.Was stoning while the rest was talking or simply doing nth.Yea.Ahahs.Reached CWP,went to banquet to eat.The whole gang ate Chicken Rice.YEa.The guys bought extra rice which includes me lah.Yea.Was hungry k?Yea.Was the last one to finish eating since Ann didn't finished her food.Aldrich started talking about LTC.Looked at Zeyan and yea,she was giving some weird faces.Yea.Coz she didnt go.Yea..Awww...Aldrich talked about wat happened during the last day of TCP,the low element obstacle,high wall or sth.Yea. Fine,Aldrich.I fell.Yea.I m telling those who is reading this now.Yea.Ahahs.Tsk.So yea.Was teasing me.Walked around after that.Yea.Helped to Look for a perfect gift for that Aldrich's perfect someone.Yea.We saw this necklace.Yea.Shant elaborate about it.Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldrich: You're like some expert ah.&lt;br /&gt;Zeyan: Yah. Like u experienced it before.Alot of experience.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No lah.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hallmark after that coz we need to wait for like 20mins?Yea.For the engraved necklace.Aldrich saw this card.Yea.He bought it.Yea.Went to Kiddy palace after that.Saw this Yellow Bear.Yea.Kinda cute.But got ribbon.Spoiled everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Why not take out the ribbon.Spoiler ah.Replace with the necklace.Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Aldrich: Oh yea.Wat a good idea.*went to tell Zeyan*&lt;br /&gt;Zeyan: Wah. You really noe alot hor.&lt;br /&gt;ME: Watever lah.tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;in&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldrich saw this stupid squid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aldrich: eh that one $8+.So small yet so ex.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wth.That dick so small then cost so much.Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Aldrich: Ure head lah.That one squid.*go tell zeyan tat i m horny after that*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *look at it closer* Oh yea hor.Tsk.Sorry lah.Cant see rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the other items.Yea.Tsk.A few mins later,went back to power 9 to check if the necklace was ready.Sadly,it wasnt so had to wait a few more minutes.Stone,Crap,Talk for a while and yea.Waiting for the time to pass by.Few mins again later,everything was ready.Yea.Walked around CWP first,someone suggested to go Library but yea,no one went.All went our separate ways.But of course we bid farewell to each other lah. Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with Zeyan.Rested for a while,Bath,Changed and went for simbang gabi.Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simbang Gabi&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sat with Gen as usual.Coz we cant sit with Ate Faith and Nico.We were talkative daw.Yea.Actually we were so its undeniable.Yea.Tsk.Took pictures after that.Yea.Now its with Jason-a new friend.Yea.Ahahs.Yea.Was sleepy during mass can?Yea.Damn.So yea.Tats all for now?Yea.Gonna sleep now.Real tired.Yea.Gotta go school tmr summore...yea...Sigh&lt;br /&gt;Nitez people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116669756294206334?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116669756294206334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116669756294206334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116669756294206334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116669756294206334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/12/let-see.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116646731236506539</id><published>2006-12-18T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T02:41:52.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juz came back from Simbang Gabi at Christ the king Church.Yea.Didnt sit with ate faith and nico.Yea.Ugh.But after that,we still have fun.Yea.Ahahs.Didn't eat coz alot of "refugees" are flooding the line.In fact there is no Q.Yea.Today attire is white.Yea.Ate Faith,Nico,Gen,and I planned to wear the same colour for all Simbang Gabi.Yea.Ahahs.They left kinda early coz the bus came like 30mins after mass ended.Sigh.Nvm.Will see them again tmr.Yea.Ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday,16/12/06&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went for Novena before Simbang Gabi.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Clare!!Yea.She was in purple.Yea.=)&lt;br /&gt;Went to St Mary Of The Angels for Simbang Gabi.Its the 2nd one.I m hoping to complete all 9.Yea.Saw alot of Assumptionites there such as KAT G. ,JOHN PECSON,MARIEL,ARIEL JOHN,REGINA,ALYANNA,KAT O.,MARY,ALENA,ALICIA and many more.Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Went to my mum and gen's mum fren house.Yea.Ate dinner there and watch the last episode of PDA.Yea.YENG WON!!!WEEE....Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday,17/12/06&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went Tekka Mall with Gen's Family.My family and her family are like always together.So yea.Tat explains the closeness with that "small and lovable" girl.Yea.Ahahs.I din noe tekka mall is full of ------ people.Yuck.So yea,we told our parents to like go to another mall to shop and all.Yea.We did.But we ran out of time so yea,we juz find a KFC outlet to have our dinner before going for Simbang Gabi.Yea.&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;simbang&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sat at the loft with ate faith,gen and nico.Yea.Were crapping.Alot.So inscrutable.Yea.Ahahs.....Man.....I love this people around me.Yea.They make my day real fun.WEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REMINDER For MYSELF:Tmr attire is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116646731236506539?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116646731236506539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116646731236506539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116646731236506539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116646731236506539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/12/juz-came-back-from-simbang-gabi-at.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116625324254511334</id><published>2006-12-16T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:14:02.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating for grandma years.&lt;br /&gt;Yup.Kinda lost my mood to blog so yea,it came back.Weee.&lt;br /&gt;Have been talking to Mr Ryan Putra lately about some stuff.Yea.Thanks man.I shall remind myself to pass u your birthday prezy.Its been a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea,my week is kinda okay though.Its not perfectly fine but okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday,11/12/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Civil Defence Course.Wanna earn myself another badge for my uniform.FYI again,I m in NPCC.Yea.Went there with Zeyan.Met up with Xiu hui and Shu huey after that.I m the only guy there again though.Ugh.Learnt CPR and some other stuff for protecting ure self from injuries.Talking about CPR,was kinda pissed coz of this particular gay.HIS SUPER GAY CAN.AS IN GAY.HIS NOT STRAIGHT.Ugh.Yea.Had a test after that.I guess i lost 2 marks?yea.But i still pass though.Most was easy.So yea.Went home with Zeyan after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday,12/12/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to go for CAC christmas party but yea,i din come.Will make it up to u,Aldrich.But U still have fun rite?Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday,13/12/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/1 Chalet!!Sadly i din go again.Yea. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday,14/12/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see,I dun remember doing/having anything on that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday,15/12/06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Simbang Gabi.I din serve mass last nite.Yea.Tito Francis wants me to read one part of the intercessory prayer.Yea.Sat down with Jello,Nico,Faith n last but not least GENEVA.Yea.Were crapping after that.I cant remember also wat we did,all i noe,we took photos after tat.Yea.It will be uploaded soon.Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update again later if i still have the time.2nd Simbang Gabi Later.It will be at ST. MARY OF THE ANGELS church.Yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116625324254511334?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116625324254511334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116625324254511334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116625324254511334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116625324254511334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/12/sorry-for-not-updating-for-grandma.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116557839417993041</id><published>2006-12-08T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:09:11.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up pretty late today.Gotta go to school to Count Money!!&lt;br /&gt;Yea.Was suppose to wake up at 8.30am.But woke up at 9am instead.But fortunately,Zeyan waited for me.Weee...Thx ah.Yea.Talked on the way as usual.Bought Nestle Mocha Coffee and Curry Puff at the Minimart near our place,as usual.Zeyan paid for the curry puff.Weee.Thx again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat called and we met up with her at the school bus stop.Yea.We didn't really reach school late.Yea.:)Ahahs.Met up with Ryan,Norfi,Amira,Alicia at the study area.More people came along the way.We head to the place where we will count the money collected on flag day.We were checked to see if there is any unwanted items in our pockets and stuff.Yea.First tin,alot of 1 cents coins(around 264pcs..Yea).Crazy rite?Didn't know 1 cents even existed.Ahahs.I noe but yea,wat do u expect from a foreigner?Yea.Its stink.Ugh.Second tin,weeee....Alot of 50cents and 1 dollar coins.Yea.No 5cents and 1 cent coins.Weee.Yeah...Since there wasn't anymore tin left only 1,i offered to do it.Yea.Alot of coins eh.Yea.Lester offered to help.Yea.Thx.Actually i asked him at first but yea,he offered so yea..Thx dude.Everything was done n we were dismiss at 11.45am like tat?Was supposed to end at 3,i guess.Yea.Decided to go out after tat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeyan,Kat and Me decided to settle down at Vivo City.We enjoy the view there alot,rite kat and zeyan?Yea.Ahahs.They took real lots of pictures.Yea.Only took some.Kinda Anti-social,i noe.But yea.Hates cam!!No offence.Yea.The momment we reach harbourfront,we were like starving yea.Oh oh oh...Here is an excerpt of my conversation we kat on the way to vivo.Kinda deaf though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*At the Underpass&gt;&gt;&gt;Vivo City*&lt;br /&gt;Kat:Where u wanna eat?&lt;br /&gt;Me:I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;*Kat n Zeyan laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Me:Huh?WHy?&lt;br /&gt;Kat:I said where are we eating n not are we gonna eat.*Laugh*&lt;br /&gt;Me:Oh ok...ahahs&lt;br /&gt;*Ends up laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at LJS.Was crapping as usual.Zeyan kep laughing like hell that i start laughing too.Yea.Zeyan gave us a 10min silent treatment.-_-""...Went to the rooftop to take pictures.Not me but they.Yeah.They are like super hyper.Wow.Especially Zeyan.Yea..Oh oh oh...N i hurt zeyan.Ahahs.Sorry.It was nice punching you.Sorrrryyyy.Ahahs.After some pictures and all,we went around Vivo city looking for stuff..Yea..Zeyan bought a top and yea,went home after tat.I treat Zeyan bubble tea.Yea.Ahahs.My kapatid wat.Super broke now n i dun think i can be like ure cousin(Zeyan's),so yea...Only can treat you bubble tea.Ahahs...Weee...So yea...Tats how my day was form with my kapatids(Kat n Zeyan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI,they always make my day happy and crappy.So yea.Thx guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116557839417993041?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116557839417993041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116557839417993041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116557839417993041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116557839417993041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/12/woke-up-pretty-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116512768665226153</id><published>2006-12-03T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T14:34:48.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes You Cant Let Go Of What You Don't Wanna Remember Or Dwell About</title><content type='html'>Sigh.Have been super bothered by the past and somethings that are meant for me to know though some people knew about it somehow.Nick told me that past is past.It is meant to be forgotten.But I can't help thinking about it.I m suffocating every nite.Like what ryan said, "but i just cant keep it inside anymore... to the extent where i cant even bottle up my feelings anymore..."Sigh..I dun noe what to do now.I m kinda lost.How I wished God have taken me from the momment I was born.I might be joking and crapping around,but yea,sometime I can get too much tat i juz burst n vent it on you.I m sorry If tat ever happens.I din mean everything to happen.And I have this weird dream last nite.Damn.I dun want tat to happen.Told Putra about it.Yea.You need not know,so yea.I dunno wassup with me,but yea,talking to someone sure helps.Yea.Ryan,Thanks for the perpetual 'counselling'.Sure helps alot.Yea.Of course Clare N Nick too.Though I have not talked to you guys for a period of time,I have not forgotten you all.Yea.&lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt;(This is a real smile of course.Not a Facade.)Yea.So basically,have been rotting at home,talking to Putra,Avlyn,Maria,Mich,Nick,Ann and last but not least Clare n some other people whom I forgotten.Sorry.Yea.So yea,today is Sunday.End of the week.Hope nxt week is a brand new week.A wonderful one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116512768665226153?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116512768665226153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116512768665226153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116512768665226153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116512768665226153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/12/sometimes-you-cant-let-go-of-what-you.html' title='Sometimes You Cant Let Go Of What You Don&apos;t Wanna Remember Or Dwell About'/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116504010602438587</id><published>2006-12-02T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T14:15:06.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"these few days has sucked alot.....the whole week has been a nightmare.....how i wish all these are but nightmare before christmas...all that yo don't want to happen everything you could possibly hate...as in HATE"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quote from Ryan Putra's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Its super true.And his nickname(in msn) always struck me.Yea.He is like the person i will talk to coz somehow he understands my situation and yea,sometime will be in the same situation too.Kinda cool,you see.Glad to have him as a fren to confide with.Yea..Thanks ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...This week suck.Alot!!&lt;br /&gt;Monday,killed me alot.Tuesday till now gastric...Suck alot lah.Sigh.Christmas is coming.I wonder how it will be this yea with all this things happening.Confirm suck alot.I rather be in philippines now.I tell you,its more fun there..Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Err...update later..Gotta go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116504010602438587?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116504010602438587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116504010602438587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116504010602438587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116504010602438587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/12/these-few-days-has-sucked-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116490029734125291</id><published>2006-12-01T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:48:27.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn!!! My Gastric is killing me!!! &lt;br /&gt;Cant eat,coz even if i do,i will start womiting so I rather not eat..&lt;br /&gt;Have not being blogging lately too.&lt;br /&gt;Nth much happened.Still greatly affected by what happened on Monday nite.Everyone is like hating each other because of Me and that ASSHOLE(U shud noe who u r).Damn.Shant elaborate more on that.High fever juz faded.Nw is Gastric..Ugh..Yea..&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog nxt time...yea...&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116490029734125291?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116490029734125291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116490029734125291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116490029734125291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116490029734125291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/11/damn-my-gastric-is-killing-me-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116472963032992309</id><published>2006-11-29T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T00:00:30.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My aunt is going back to the Philippines....&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back too....&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;Miss my classmates there....&lt;br /&gt;Including my bestfren,Archie and Vanessa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To avlyn n gang,&lt;br /&gt;will explain everything to marius k?sigh...walau...i m starting to strain my frenship with him lah...scrw up life...everyday comes with a problem or two...WTF lah. Talk to u guys online.. Ure not online tats y my only communication with u is tru here...so yea....=s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116472963032992309?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116472963032992309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116472963032992309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116472963032992309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116472963032992309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-aunt-is-going-back-to-philippines.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116464623536086168</id><published>2006-11-28T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T00:50:35.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Juz came back from church. Agreed to like meet Elvyin and Marius. Went to church with them. Met Evangeline on the way. So yea,talked to her. Went to the auditorium where the mass it held,and Crappy sis,Maria,Gen,Mich,Des,the servers n many more people was there.. Sat with Ivan n elvyin. Marius joined later. Yea. Attended mass together. Beside me was marilyn and all.. So yea..MAss was meaningful.Reflected well on my life.But couldn't get some answer for some reason.Was trying to get rid of everything in my mind.Sigh.After all of this day of depression,today is like when i got free and became prayerful.But yea,after mass,sigh....shan't elaborate on it..Was friggin fucked up because of that caller...U should noe who u are coz i m sure ure reading this.CURSE YOU..U shall DIE!!Walked home feeling depressed and so hard on myself in the rain.So yea....Thats how i got this friggin fever...Ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Marius,Crappy sis and her cliques,I m sorry about wat happened.Not ure fault.I spoilt ure mood.Shall make it up to u guys...Sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116464623536086168?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116464623536086168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116464623536086168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116464623536086168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116464623536086168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/11/juz-came-back-from-church.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116429722541949111</id><published>2006-11-23T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:53:45.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had to sacrifice my friggin time for school marketing. But yea, had fun still. Overall, exceptional. Went to school with Zeyan as usual because we are like both involve in the Marketing thingy. But I got separated from Zeyan and Kat. Sigh. But it’s okay cause I still have Shu Huey and Wanjun with me. We were assigned to CHIJ Bukit Timah. And please, I M THE ONLY GUY. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crapped with Wanjun and Shu Huey. I m still the noisiest one rite, Wanjun? Yeah. Shall not elaborate on what happened there. Its friggin irritating though. But still, we had fun. Uncle Simon drove us there and to Saint Anthony Primary School, since we finished kinda early, we went there, and he even bought us food. Thanks anyway. In SAPS, not much of job is needed to be done. We joined them for the sake of having fun and at the same time, promote our school. So yea…&lt;br /&gt;Fast Forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Finished everything and went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;We went back to school to place the brochures and everything at the MRL and to meet Kat and Zeyan. We planned to go Vivo city and we did fortunately. Ahahs. Coz its kinda rare for Kat to be allowed to like go out. So yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat and I was like unfamiliar about the place. Zeyan came to Vivo before so she somehow know where is where. Vivo is friggin big. We wanna worked there. And its like, we are in need of money. We were like friggin hungry. We went to Carl Jr.. Unfortunately, its not Halal, Zeyan cant eat it coz basically its not Halal. So we went to Long John Silver. We ate. We walked around Vivo and yea, Kat and Zeyan went to look for clothes, so I m like a stalker for the day. Yea…After that, we headed to the rooftop. It is basically, Cool. And we love the View of the sea and all. A very picturesque sight and breath taking. They were cam whoring and yea,its not my type but was like force to take some pictures with them. Yea….We were like suppose to go home at 4.15pm, we ended up going home like 4.45pm. So yea… Went home after that with Zeyan.. Kat alighted first so yea, left with me and Zeyan. Bought Bubbletea and yea,walked home from there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116429722541949111?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116429722541949111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116429722541949111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116429722541949111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116429722541949111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/11/had-to-sacrifice-my-friggin-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116419409175708248</id><published>2006-11-22T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T12:50:26.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had training in school today.&lt;br /&gt;Not really a training coz everyone was slacking n were crapping,so yea.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up damn late lah. Becoz of some pathetic reason...&lt;br /&gt;Left the house at 9.10am...&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with Zeyan....&lt;br /&gt;And she told me her funny DREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeyan:Noe wat?I had this dream last nite.Sumthing like the  grudge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Oh ok.Tell me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeyan:I dreamt that 5 of u died.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:oookkkkaaayyyyy....Den?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeyan:Firstly,Farah died.Then u. u  died while drinking ure coffee(or sth).The grudge came out from ure cup n sucked u in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Oookkkaaaaayyyy... WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zeyan:Then i call my young bro to come back home quickly.The grudge appeared behind me n wanted to kill me.My bro started hitting her.Den suddenly she went to my brother's back n started hitting him too.I started pulling her hair n saw my bro's feet so i pulled it too.I was waving her all around and she died too...Yay!!And it came to ure wake,i bowed down n started crying coz i sad mah..U 5 died.I woke up crying juz now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:Oookkkaaayyyy.... Ahahs... Tats weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i told her my weird dream too..&lt;br /&gt;Its a recent one too.&lt;br /&gt;Happened after watching the grudge with Geneva and Marius.&lt;br /&gt;Ahahs...&lt;br /&gt;Was laughing on the way to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;Reached school.&lt;br /&gt;Saw some people in the NPCC room..Talked n started doing our work.. Kept laughing lah.Yea...Coz of ZEYAN.. Yea.. Joo Teng sir came in...ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;Did the 8 basic knots and yea..Shan't elaborate more on the training coz its like CRAPS.All we did was talk n less effort was put in.Ahahs.Sir din say anything,so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training,stayed back with Zeyan,Joo Teng Sir,NCO Wei sheng n Dean,and Nasrul.Talked about ghost experiences and all..Freaky lah..Yea..Wanna pee but din want to coz the story was friggin fun n all..Yea..Got to noe more about our Sir.Yea... Tot he is those fags who always scold. But still..&lt;br /&gt;Eat with him n went home with Zeyan.So yea..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116419409175708248?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116419409175708248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116419409175708248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116419409175708248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116419409175708248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/11/had-training-in-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116412336514448737</id><published>2006-11-21T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:36:11.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;fon size+4&gt;I dunno why!!I might be somehow closing this damn thing down!!&lt;font size/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116412336514448737?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116412336514448737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116412336514448737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116412336514448737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116412336514448737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dunno-whyi-might-be-somehow-closing.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116400099737903404</id><published>2006-11-20T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T13:36:37.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was tagged by vivian chong :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 8 points of your ideal lover,&lt;br /&gt;mention gender.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 8 friends to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender : Female&lt;br /&gt;- Reliable &lt;br /&gt;- Responsible&lt;br /&gt;- Caring&lt;br /&gt;- doesnt have a screwed up attitude&lt;br /&gt;- Trustworthy&lt;br /&gt;- laughs when you laughs&lt;br /&gt;- doesnt cry with you when you cry but is able to comfort you&lt;br /&gt;- As long as she is someone whom god sent to me, i will accept her for who she is as&lt;br /&gt;  long as she is not LIN XIU HUI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people.&lt;br /&gt;nick&lt;br /&gt;clare&lt;br /&gt;ryan putra&lt;br /&gt;fatin&lt;br /&gt;and anyone else (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116400099737903404?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116400099737903404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116400099737903404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116400099737903404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116400099737903404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-tagged-by-vivian-chong-name-8.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116394699633576970</id><published>2006-11-20T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T11:55:23.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=+4&gt;I m SICK&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Cant go out today coz i m sick due to some pathetic reason. Ugh. Yea. So its like i m stucked at home for the whole day. Yea. I m friggin bored now n still in that kind of mood. Sucks lah. But its my fault for being stubborn. Yea. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116394699633576970?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116394699633576970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116394699633576970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116394699633576970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116394699633576970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-m-sick-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116367372412605352</id><published>2006-11-17T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T18:56:43.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zeyan had me to do this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gtoans.. I'm tired.. I dun wanna go for NPCC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. when is the next time you will have sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you mean by Next time? My virginity is like still intact. Hellooo.. But shall have sex at the right age.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what's a word that rhymes with "DOOR"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs Koor?? I dunno..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. favorite planet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAkukugone planet.. And Earth also..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zeyan!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what is your favorite ringtone on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pieces by Sum 41&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what kinda shirt you have on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;T-Shirt?? A black one..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. describe yourself in one phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I m Bob the buidler's twin.. WEE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. name the brand of shoes you're currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dun wear shoes at home..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. bright or dark room?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. what do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Erm.. She is ZEYAN!! She juz got back from MAkukugone Planet. So yea...She is back to her normal self.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. if you're alone in a room with two beds, which one do you sleep on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll sleep on both lah.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. what were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smsing clare i guess?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. what did your last text message say that you received on your mobile?&lt;br /&gt;Stop *secret*... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. where is your letter box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the lobby of my "Hotel"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. what's a word that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If its a curse.. It will be.. FUCK..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..Top Secret..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;erm.. My pubic hair? Ahahs.. Kidding.. My fren's real Dog&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. how many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Panadol.. 1 drug but took it like dunno how many times coz i m sick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. how many rolls of film do you need to get developed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;None.. Its a modern civilisation now. We use Digital Cameras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4-9 Coz i get to ask my parents for stuffs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;worse enemy?? ahahs.. No one.. U noe me..I m a friendly guy like bob the builder.. ahahs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. what is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;err.. Ichigo?? A anime character?? From bleach... WEE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. what was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I'll Call you later then. Bye - to Geneva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. if you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be able to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Currently, No!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. the last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trivium - Requiem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. if the last person you spoke to was getting shot at, would you jump in front of the bullet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the last person i talk to is my childhood fren and a school mate,Geneva, I mite consider,yea??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. if you could punch one person in the face who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Err... No one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. what is the closest object to your left foot?&lt;br /&gt;Pillow??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next 4 people to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;-Clare&lt;br /&gt;-Avlyn&lt;br /&gt;-Nick&lt;br /&gt;-Anyone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;Madeline!!Will do ure Quiz nxt time yea?Sorry..+&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116367372412605352?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116367372412605352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116367372412605352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116367372412605352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116367372412605352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/11/zeyan-had-me-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116347954039845451</id><published>2006-11-15T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:45:40.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey....&lt;br /&gt;Greetings everyone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pls rise and sing MR Ryan Putra a Birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;(People stands)&lt;br /&gt;(People start singing)&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you.Happy birthday to you.Happy birthday to Ryan Putraaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahs...Yea...Its his birthday. A great guy who is great? Yea.Ahahs.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday ah.Stay cheerful and happy.And of course many more birthday to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116347954039845451?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116347954039845451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116347954039845451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116347954039845451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116347954039845451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116347903832925890</id><published>2006-11-15T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:37:18.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tagged by Zeyan kapatid n Clare =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMOTIONAL SURVEY &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*angry section*&lt;br /&gt;1. what do you do when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;punch anything i see?most prolly i'll keep it to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the worst thing you've done when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;sorry...can't tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;err... yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever physically hurt someone when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you curse when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. alot... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crying section*&lt;br /&gt;1. Last time you cried your heart out?&lt;br /&gt;i dun wanna noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;do u think i do?? no i dun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever cried on your friend's shoulder?&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you cry when you get an injury?&lt;br /&gt;no... ill curse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do certain songs make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;yeaaaaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pain section*&lt;br /&gt;1. whats the worst thing you've done to someone else?&lt;br /&gt;curse him in front of certain people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How depressed can you get?&lt;br /&gt;very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy section*&lt;br /&gt;1. how/when much do you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Alot. Very often. But this only depends on my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what can make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. smiles?stupid craps?i know i know... Zeyan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you wish you were happier? &lt;br /&gt;yeaaahhh. who doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what about being with your friends? does that make you happy?&lt;br /&gt;yea.... they do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*love section*&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you ever loved someone so much, that you'd die for them? &lt;br /&gt;currently no...previously, should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you ever love a person, and tell him/her that you love him/her? &lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you ever loved someone so much, that it made you cry? &lt;br /&gt;if u dun really love that someone,u wouldn't cry for that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. has anyone besides your friends/family, said 'i love you' to&lt;br /&gt;as in strangers? ahahs. what da ya think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hate section*&lt;br /&gt;1. have you ever hated anyone that broke your heart?&lt;br /&gt;no. i m very forgiving? i do? ahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you hate bush?&lt;br /&gt;nope. he din do anything to me. so yea.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Self-esteem section*&lt;br /&gt;1. do you have low self esteem?&lt;br /&gt;nope. i have very high self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in yourself? &lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you say when people say they think you're good-looking/pretty? &lt;br /&gt;thank them? what else can i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. are you one of those idiots who think ugly dumb fat? &lt;br /&gt;no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever wanted to kill yourself cus you thought you werent good enough? &lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOO!!??? Nobody is perfect. So y wud i kill myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME SIX PEOPLE TO DO THIS. &lt;br /&gt;-Nick&lt;br /&gt;-Putra&lt;br /&gt;-Anyone else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116347903832925890?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116347903832925890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116347903832925890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116347903832925890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116347903832925890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/11/tagged-by-zeyan-kapatid-n-clare-d.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116341175414808766</id><published>2006-11-14T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:56:01.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have not been bloging lately. Kinda down,emo,confused and lonely at times,but at the same time,happy to prevent you people from noticing. I dunno why. But i didn't choose this kind of life. It can be a trial given but its becoming more like a torture. I've been feeling like a burden to certain people. Even though you(some certain people) people,said I'm not,I feel that you are just being too kind not to let me know though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Thanks for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;U&gt;Saturday, 11/10/06&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Cathecism. Had some end-of-year test based on what we have learn. Couldn't answer the Ten Commandments and Beatitudes Section. I know I will be staying back so yea. After class,went to Geneva's sister birthday with Marius,Elvyin and of course Geneva. Ate dinner,went to Gen's room to talk and yea,went down for sth. Yea,won't elaborate more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Happy birthday Marie and Karel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;U&gt;Sunday, 12/10/06&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had PA. Was damn sleepy due to what we did on Saturday. No elaborations needed. Won't wanna tell. Miles approached me and told me to share on how god help me to go to express. Ugh. I hate to share but still,they asked me to share. Shared with Ariel John cause both of us were like promoted to Sec 3 Express with other peeps in school. Yea. After PA,we decided to like go to Miguel's house to watched movie. Talked to Mariel and Geneva coz the rest is at the other end of the bus. And some bloody faggot vomitted in the MRT. Sigh. Some drunkard. So yea, reached Miguel's house. Keith's parents were there too together with Tita Susan. Changed plans. Changed to like play Basketball at Woodlands Cresent Park. But,But,But,Some players were using the court so yea,we can't play basketball. &lt;strong&gt;Marie!!Wat happened to you?You are friggin down yesterday.You ok?&lt;/strong&gt; We went down to the badminton court,while waiting for keith and Miguel to pump the Ball. Had picnic instead of finding a place to play basketball. After eating, Marie and Karel gotta go. =( So everyone decided to go home. Walked home with Geneva and talked about our day. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Happy birthday Lester Choy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;U&gt;Today, 13/10/06&lt;/U&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early cause I have to go for the school marketing. Its to promote my school. Was late. But yea,not so,its like I m only 10mins late. Miss Jenny(or sth)brought out the stuff needed for the school marketing.We count the Brochures cum Manna. It must be 300. So yea,did wat the teacher instructed us to do. Left the school around 11am. Reached there like 11.20am?? Yea. Mr Lam did the talking and all. He didn't want us to share cause the kids are friggin restless. So yea. Distributed the Brochures and pens. Head for home after that. &lt;br /&gt;There goes my day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently - Having a headache.And is moody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116341175414808766?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116341175414808766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116341175414808766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116341175414808766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116341175414808766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-not-been-bloging-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116313841173982971</id><published>2006-11-10T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T15:43:10.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*Groans*Had CCA today.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with Zeyan. Yea. Reached school and was like told tat we need not need to bring Full-Uniform. Sigh. Yea.Crap with several people especially Zeyan. If she isn't present today,i tell you the whole trip to Old Ford Factory will suck. Yea. Assume that it will be boring but yea, it was fun. Took several photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/726/1600/Muacks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/726/200/Muacks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/726/1600/Put-Nas-Zeyan-Me-Shu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/726/200/Put-Nas-Zeyan-Me-Shu.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/726/1600/Cute%20figurines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/453/726/200/Cute%20figurines.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea,was suppose to write notes cause there will be a test after the walk around Old Ford Factory. Yea,instead we fool around. Zeyan,Putri,Nasrul and Nasriq was copying some Old Japanese Translation. Lol. Walked for like 2hrs and yea,went to the Lobby/Foyer cause there was some Tic-Tac-Toe history game thing. Played with Zeyan. And yea. Super funny lah. Yea. Was led to The AVT and yea,watched some boring clips.Seriously I have no idea of what happen to the past in Singapore.All I know there was WWII in Singapore. Full-Stop. Yea. So after the clip, was the test. Groans. Wee chong or Joo teng set the paper so hard that we only noe some. The best part was, we asked or should i say BEG Wee Chong for the answer.Yea. It doesn't seems to be a test lah. Cause if it was, why would Sir Wee chong give out the answer or Clues and Everyone is sharing answer. Ahahs. Yea. Kinda stupid lah. Before we left the Old Ford Factory, we took some group picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that,Putri suggested to like walk to Lot 1. Being indecisive, we took bus instead. But when we reached the nearest bus stop,everyone wanted to go home so yea,me and Zeyan took 961 home.Didn't really went home after that. Went to CWP to meet Geneva. Surprisingly I saw Mariel and Ann. Yea. Gen bought a present for special someone. And yea. Gen told me that she will be like going to my house cause her cute sis is in my house together with her bro. So yea. Bought Bubble Tea 1st cause I owe her one. Shhh....For some pathetic reason. So yea. Went home after that. &lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nick!! For being concern all the time and all.Kinda cool to have a Fren like you.Thanks for all your craps.And of course,Thanks for the Mid-nite Truth or Dare.Did had fun.Though I kept saying I feel alone all the time,you made sure that I do have someone to share my perceptions and everything with.And I am somehow astonish by your words or should I say advices.I can say that among the sec 1 guys,you are like one of the matured dude I met.So yea,thanks again. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Clare!!Thanks!!Thanks for everything especially the Mid-nite Truth or Dare.Did a little of those sabo-ing,so yea,was juz friggin curious.Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Putra,one of the coolest and nicest dude i know.Really glad that i share this friendship with you. Yea. I wouldn't ask for a better Ryan Putra,as you were one of the best among the bests. Yea. Thanks for feeding Nick with all your chimo stuff. Ahahs. When you are not around,he replaced ya. So its a gud thing that I met the two of you. Ahahs. Anyway,all the best to ure Os.Won't wanna see u nxt year...Jkjk&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116313841173982971?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116313841173982971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116313841173982971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116313841173982971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116313841173982971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/11/groanshad-cca-today.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116290512192889622</id><published>2006-11-08T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T21:25:15.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Regina kapatid had me to do this. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Name thirteen friends who come straight to your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cheat or read the questions underneath first.&lt;br /&gt;Answer the questions.&lt;br /&gt;After that, tag 6 people to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends:&lt;br /&gt;1. Marius&lt;br /&gt;2. Geneva&lt;br /&gt;3. Vivian&lt;br /&gt;4. Avlyn&lt;br /&gt;5. Marie&lt;br /&gt;6. Kathleen Gacad&lt;br /&gt;7. Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;8. Faith&lt;br /&gt;9. Teck Tee&lt;br /&gt;10. Zeyan&lt;br /&gt;11. Ryan Putra&lt;br /&gt;12. Caryl&lt;br /&gt;13. Peilin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.How did you meet 10.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School?? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.What would you do if you had never met 1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be a loner now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.What will you do if 6 and 2 dated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would geneva wanna date her "mummy"???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Have you seen 4 cried?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you think 10 is cute?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very!!Lol....Love ya kapatid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.How did you get to know 8?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see....I dunno too.Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.Would you ever go on a date with 12?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caryl??Lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.What is number 7's favourite colour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black?? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.What would you do if 6 confessed that he/she loves you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves me alot,dun u,kat??Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.State a fact about 9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is super nice and soft-spoken guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.Who is 4 going out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err....Secret agian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.Who is number 5 to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bestfriend?Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.Will you ever live with 13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not?She is fun to be with. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.Is 2 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super single....Guys,you mite want her.She is a sure nice girl.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.What do you think about 3?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So horny.Love my horny partner too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.What the best thing about 8?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is trustworthy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.What do you like about 11?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...let see...He is super duper nice,his advices always work,and yeah,u can trust him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.Favourite memory with 6?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat!!How do i answer this?YOu gave me too much memories already.All are equally happy and joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The SIX people(:&lt;br /&gt;-Anyone =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116290512192889622?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-116278800721964930</id><published>2006-11-05T04:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:40:07.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sad for no reason,&lt;br /&gt;Sad because there is nothing to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;Sad because the world seems to close in on me,&lt;br /&gt;When I least expect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad because my life is sometimes a rollercoaster...&lt;br /&gt;A rollercoaster of emotions taking me on a wild ride,&lt;br /&gt;One which I can never get off of.&lt;br /&gt;It twirls, messing with my head,&lt;br /&gt;It coils into a dead end,&lt;br /&gt;It pauses...&lt;br /&gt;Then starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad because i'm confused,&lt;br /&gt;Sad because I'm torn between two&lt;br /&gt;Sad because its too much to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;Sad because I'm hurting another's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair they say,&lt;br /&gt;It's all in God's hands we pray,&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when your heart, body and soul&lt;br /&gt;Are destroyed due to your saddness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116278800721964930?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116278800721964930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116278800721964930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116278800721964930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116278800721964930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/11/sad-for-no-reason-sad-because-there-is.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116237776683694323</id><published>2006-11-02T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:49:44.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings Everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I m back from LTC!!&lt;br /&gt;Its like 1.5hrs has gone and missed LTCamp already!!&lt;br /&gt;All I have been thinking now is like LTC LTC LTC!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I m still in Camping SPirit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we did during LTC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with Geneva.Don't really know if i slept back then.So yea,woke up 5am to check all my stuff if it was present and stuff like that.Bath after that.Left the house around 6am.Bid farewell to my parents.And wee.....LTC!! Ok...Wasn't really enthusiastic back then.But now,yeah!!! Reached the school bustop,and we saw Kathleen,Kelvin,Alena,Timothy and Zul.Aldrich reached after us.Decided to go to school since its 6.50am.Must be in school at 7am sharp.So yea,we went to school.Alot of people were at the slope so i joined them.Ms Lee told us to go and assembled at Lower Basketball Court.Mr Hisham came.Scolded us for being not efficient and stuff like that.He told us to be in pumping position until those latecomers got the sense of urgency in their bloody mind. Sigh. It was ok anyway since thats what we should expect for this kind of camp.Its not a holiday camp but leadership training camp. So yea, fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Reached Marina Country Club,Pulau Ubin,around 8.30am+.Was led to the conference room.Put our bags,and was told to settle down in rows of 10 people.We were given a booklet each and was instructed to browse all the pages to look for our name and group no..And riteee,I m in group 4.Good news was I m in the same group with Clarice,Geneva and Alena.Bad news was NTH!!Looked for my group members and sat in single file.Was briefed of what to expect in the camp.After the whole briefing,the opposite genders was separated into 2s.Sent off to pitch our tents.Fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Sent to the Cavanas and was seated in groups.Ok.... So group 4 and 3 was combined.Did the high rope obstacle.Didn't do it as there isn't any time.And yea,DID THE &lt;strong&gt;LEAP OF FAITH&lt;/strong&gt;.It was damn scary.Sigh.Haven't conquered my fear of heights yet back then.But now,oohlala,I M OFFICIALLY NOT SCARED OF HEIGHTS.&lt;strong&gt;LEAP OF FAITH&lt;/strong&gt; was a obstacle whereby we will stand on a 2 storey high tree bark,and shout out our objective of the camp.Sigh.It was freaking scary lah.It was a 3hrs activity.Super long.Got to know some new faces such as Peilin,Dulcie,Clara,Kailin,Po lam(or sth?Sorry),and other peeps.Natasha N. said,I looked like Bob the builder from the tree bark.Anyway, Do I? Ok...Lunch was after that.Lunch was 1hr and after that had another activity.Its Ubin Explorer.Was chosen to lead my group to all the checkpoints.Riteee...Geneva was sorta my advisor or sth.So yea,we led the group.We only completed 3 checkpoints out of 4.Last checkpoint was Puaka hill.Wasn't able to complete it due to lack of time.Fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Dinner.Dinner was alrite.Talked to Teck tee after that. &lt;strong&gt;Anyway,Teck Tee,Thanks for accompanying me throughout the camp.&lt;/strong&gt;Ok.... Fast foward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Was asked to take a shirt from our bag.Guess what?We used it to blindfold ourselves.Riteeee...Did the confidence walk.Kinda boring as we were suppose to like walk blindfolded and trust our fellow leaders to lead the way.The best part is,after the confidence walk rite?,we are led to the jetty blindfolded.We hear people shouting and water splashing.We were then asked to take out our blindfold.We were like shock.We see people getting pushed down from the jetty.The worse of all is that,We will be jumping from a two storey high platform to the sea.Was freaking scared.And yea,did it.I felt like i m commiting a suicide.And,it was cool.Lalala....After that was Solo night walk.Ooh ooh ooh, So so fun.I love darkness.I dunno why.Lol.We were led outside the campsite.We were dispatched.Most walked alone,Some were in 2s,others 3s.Yup.I walked alone.Saw some white figure while walking.Sigh.Dunno why,but i still continued walking in a slow and steady speed.Must be the depressive thoughts that killed the feeling.Riteeee...Was the last guy and I reached there last...Duh?.Yup.Heard Nat was missing.Everyone gave that panicked look.Me too lah.Took it for real.But in the end,it was some test.It was to test how much we look out for each other.So yup.Slept at 2am.Wat a tiring day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ok.Day 1 past.Ritee.Ok about day 2,it was more fun than the 1st day.Noe why,people?Coz its the day whereby my group will be doing the Team Challenge Pyramid.It was scary but at the same time fun.You now know I m afraid of height,right?Yea.I tell you,if you are afraid of heights,go to Marina Country Club,Pulau Ubin,And try the TCP(Team Challenge Pyramid).It really help me to conquer my fear of heights.Again,&lt;strong&gt;I M OFFICIALLY NOT SCARED OF HEIGHTS&lt;/strong&gt;.The instructors told us to group ourself consisting of guys and girls,and max num is 5 per team.My team consist of Clarice,Me,Geneva,Teck tee,last but not least Vivian.We did the TCP together.We were bloody scared lah.TCP was like 24m high structure.And we have to like travel sideways,kinda cool lah.Very very cool.Cant stop praising TCP.Clarice was beside me,and yea,i think both of us were the super noisy one.&lt;strong&gt;I wont forget my treat to u guys.&lt;/strong&gt;Ahahas.Will be posting up picture of TPC soon,so yea.Lunch was after that.Fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Teamtanics.Kinda boring though.Had to make raft and stuff like that to cross the river.Suddenly it rained,so yea,end the activity,pack everything,and rushed off to my tent to close it up.&lt;Rain ended within 25min&gt;Stayed in the conference room.Zac and the other instructors entertained us.&lt;strong&gt;Ad,you were damn funny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alpha(Group 1-4)&lt;/strong&gt;were given 1hr to have our shower and everything.After our shower was our Campfire Prep and dinner.Here come the best part,we have to send a male and change them up into GIRLs.You heard it rite,GIRLS.Campfire started after that.&lt;br /&gt;We had a indoor campfire.And it was FUN.We had performances and all...duh.Lol.THe best one is,the "Girls" parade.They weren't girls but soon to be one.&lt;strong&gt;Haris&lt;/strong&gt;,you rock man.You are a confirmed girl.So yea.You rock my sock,dude.Teachers perform too.Guess what,we saw miss dawn real nature.Lol.She is a certified belly dancer or sth.Ahahas.Yea.Got to see the true nature of every teachers.After the items and everything,the instructor had one last item for us.They sang some goodbye song.Sigh.Kinda saddening.After that was debrief.Followed by supper.ANd yea,lights out at 11.30pm as we are suppose to wake up at 5.30am.Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;My god!!Its the last day of camp.Sigh.That was fast.Woke up,did some stretching,led by Hisham and Norfi.Teachers then surprised us with the 1.5storey high wall.Had to complete it by 1hr.Teachers expected for us to finish it in 2hr but we completed it in 1hr12min.Ahahas.And yea,I falled.I dunno whose hand was sweaty and I falled.Sigh.Thanks for ure concerns guys.Yea.We had breakfast after that.Breakfast in 20mins and was sent to collect our bags and unpitched the tents.okkaaaaaayyy(influenced by peilin.Met a new fren like her.Was nice noeing her coz she made me laugh like hell.ooh lalala)Took our bag to the conference room.And was told that there is another debriefing for A2(Group 3 and 4.Since we always do the activities together)Amin gave us Chocolates and yea.Thanks dude.Will miss him and the other instructors like Joanna and Azie.Love you guys.okkaaaaaayyy....Went back to the conference room to take our Camp shirt and yea.HAd photo-taking after that.okkaaaaaayyy....HERE COMES THE SAD PART.WE'RE LEAVING PULAU UBIN.During the boat ride,we had some songs and cheers.Ad started with the good bye song.Felt like crying but yea,hold back my tears.Can see everyone trying to control too.But some couldn't control it that it juz burst like that.Vivian too cried.Sigh.We reached MCC.Few minutes before we part and separate..Had a group photo.And lined up with the rest.We separate ourself according to levels and Student councillors.Sigh.Had some last minute pictures and yea,left for the bus.Ad and the other instructor were waiting for us along the pathway and had all the last minute handshake and all.Thats when we parted.I hate goodbyes.We bonded real well after juz 3 days.And yea,board the bus and sat beside Aldrich.okkaaaaaayyy....He and I was talking about our marks and some other crap.So yea,whenever i see him,i will need to use elementary english.Lol.So yea,reached school after that lah.Bid farewell to miss nur,as she is leaving school already.Sigh.Miss lee is leaving too.Will miss her perfect stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&gt;Camp ended here.Miss LTC.Miss all the instructors.Miss the fun,joy,and laugher.Love LTC alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After camp,went to Mac with geneva.Ate with her and left home after that.Sigh.Slept a while.Kinda tired.Left house again to serve mass.You see how holy I m?I serve mass still despite my condition.Went home with geneva and her parents.They came to my house after mass.Talked to gen on some stuff.ANd blah blah blah.Wont elaborate more.Kinda tired.So yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MIss LTC Still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116237776683694323?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116237776683694323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116237776683694323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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feel.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;depression cuts deep into this black heart of mine...&lt;br /&gt;as i sit beneath a tree of depression.. &lt;br /&gt;i wollow in my self-pity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i do not hope... i do not care... i am alone in the world...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so alone&lt;/strong&gt;.... why can't they see?&lt;br /&gt;why?.... &lt;br /&gt;is it because they do not have to suffer the pain that i have to endure everyday?..... &lt;br /&gt;no.... &lt;br /&gt;i know why...&lt;br /&gt;it is because they are not as depressed as i am...&lt;br /&gt;i'm so alone......&lt;br /&gt;i sit in my room... &lt;br /&gt;unable to play or draw..... &lt;br /&gt;i just sit there.... &lt;br /&gt;and listen to my cds....&lt;br /&gt;i yearn for another voice to be heard... &lt;br /&gt;perhaps a familiar voice that i know.... &lt;br /&gt;but... &lt;br /&gt;i do not.. i do not hear that voice... all i hear is the sound of my depression.... as it gets bigger and bigger inside of me...&lt;br /&gt;its as if its swallowing me whole... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the goddamn world&lt;br /&gt;Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116211915360092409?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116211915360092409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116211915360092409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116211915360092409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116211915360092409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116195094607993792</id><published>2006-10-28T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T20:09:06.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently Listening to: Headspin - Lukas Rossi of Rockstar Supernova&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Moodless??Depressed again =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lock myself in my room and unlock my emotions that have been bottled up.&lt;br /&gt;I think no one could possibly feel the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared,sad,mad,and confused all at once.&lt;br /&gt;I look in the mirror and try to see the real me but the reflection on the other side is the person everyone makes me out to be.&lt;br /&gt;Could anyone ever see in the shadows?&lt;br /&gt;Could they find out who I am?&lt;br /&gt; think about how long this will last-living a big lie that i'm not sure I can get out of.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to solve it or what the future holds so I bottle up my emotions again,unlock the door,and put the cover-up back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I place on my fake smile, &lt;br /&gt;Keeping up my facade yet another day.&lt;br /&gt;But my heartaches all the while, &lt;br /&gt;No comfort can be found in anything they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I act the part of the fool,&lt;br /&gt;And all the while wondering why.&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember the forgotten rule,&lt;br /&gt;If you don't laugh you'll surely cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind my facade I feel lost,&lt;br /&gt;Like a lonely child without a home.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to show the real me at all cost.&lt;br /&gt;Will I never let my true self be known?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I mask it all with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;I laugh to ease my pain.&lt;br /&gt;But it only lasts a little while,&lt;br /&gt;All my laughter is in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'll laugh it off if they ask,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if any of them will see&lt;br /&gt;Beyond my well placed mask.&lt;br /&gt;Will they ever see the real me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116195094607993792?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116195094607993792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116195094607993792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116195094607993792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116195094607993792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/10/currently-listening-to-headspin-lukas.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116191006264140201</id><published>2006-10-27T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T08:47:42.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vivian (:&lt;br /&gt;had me to do this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. single, taken or crushing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its either single or crushing ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. are you happy with your life right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sort of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. when you meet the right person, do you fall in love with him fast?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. And its a her not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err dont have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. do you believe in circumstances where cheating is available?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. would you take back that someone if she cheats on you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. have you ever talk to someone about marriage before?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. kinda super advance but yea. ejoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. do you want children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. how many?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minimum 2, maximum 4?? yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. would you ever consider adoption?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. if someone likes you now, what is the best way to let you know his/her feelings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me straight in the face? , buy stuff for me .... oohlalala &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. do you enjoy getting into relationships?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. honestly, what is the furthest thing you and your ex did?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a secret that no one noes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. are you romantic?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. Its depends on girls perceptions. so yea.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. do you believe that you can change someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in wat sense?Look?Attitude? I dunno about that.But I can inspire them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. if you could marry someone, where would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. do you give in easily when fighting?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. do you have feelings for someone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. have you ever wished you could have someone but you messed it up&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;hmm maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. have you ever broken a heart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, And &lt;strong&gt;NEVER WILL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22. if one day your best friend fell in love with the boy/girl you deeply in love with, what will you do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate you!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. are you missing someone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absoulutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. name four lucky people to do this :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)FATIN ALYSHA&lt;br /&gt;2)Alyanna&lt;br /&gt;3)Regina&lt;br /&gt;4)anyone else who gives a damn. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116191006264140201?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116191006264140201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116191006264140201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116191006264140201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116191006264140201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/10/vivian-had-me-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116177560606865359</id><published>2006-10-26T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:50:16.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently listening to: Smile in your sleep - Silverstein&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everrryyybboddy. Accomplished something big today though. I'd smiled today. Weeee... The bad thing is I have decided to like go express and I m leaving 2/3.Awwww. Will miss you guys like hell. Had swimming carnival today in Choa Chu Kang stadium. Was super boring but wasn't that boring without Christian,Darren,John,Yahui.They were noisy and horny.Weee... ahahas. Yeah.Did have fun still. School was officially dismissed at 12.50pm sth. Walked out with John,Christian and Darren. I went to Woodlands to meet Faith. Yup. Hanged out with her after the swimming carnival. And Faith was suppose to go for netball. She missed netball coz she was lazy to go for training and decide to go out with me.Yes!! Been a long time since I last talked to her. We went to Far East Plaza for lunch. Ate at KFC. Yup. Met some weird people. Sigh. Looked for present again for someone. Its been a week since I have been looking for presents for the October Birthday Babies. Riteee... Did had fun today. Killed my depressive thoughts. And yes. I m happy to achieve it. Lalala...Walked around Orchard and yup. Talked to Faith about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea....Thanks Ate!!Love ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Went home.Was suppose to but waited for Geneva since I ain't wanna go home alone.And yup.She was with someone. Hellooo to that someone.They haven't ate their lunch so yeah. They ate.We talked about wat happened today. And yea. Really had a great time today. Smiled.Laughed.Smiled.Laugh. Thats basically wat i did today apart from other days. Left Macdonald at 5.30pm as we decided not to wait for Yong Wei(Thats his Chinese Name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to everyone who help me achieve my accomplishments, Thank you very much!! Love you all!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream again as usual.And what matters most is that I remembered it. Its so unsual but its cool though. I dreamt about my life. Ahahas. Did a very deep reflection on my way to school. And about serving mass. Thats another problem. It always clashes with my monthly activities in YFC and other activities. I dunno what to like do with my life. I have to set my priorities straight. Serving God is more important than other stuff. But that's wat we do in YFC too. So yea, have to choose between YFC and Servers. And Larris words lingers in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larris: Its not about the organisation,its about serving God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.His words struck me. He is in like two ministry too.He can managed it well.If he can,why can't I? He is sorta my motivation but yea. Still have to decide.I m commiting to Father Angel as he needs an Assistant. So yea. Serving God. Will put everything else behind. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord,Thank you for the wonderful day you have given me.Basically thank you for everything.Without my friends that are around me,I mite be lost and have never recognised you.Will try to keep up with my service to you.&lt;br /&gt;Amen. =D &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116177560606865359?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116177560606865359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116177560606865359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116177560606865359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116177560606865359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/10/currently-listening-to-smile-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116170262107867419</id><published>2006-10-25T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:11:26.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently listening to: Pieces - Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Ok.Bored.Depressed.Sad.Indecisive too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do much things today.Bloody boring today.Everything suck today.End everything ends with today.Riteeee.And I tell u,Today isn't my day either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up bloody early just to entertain my uncle n his family during my parents absence.Wonder where they went.Mum didnt answer my calls.Dammit.Groans.Have to like cook sth for my relatives.Sigh.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uncle,why must u bloody come to my house so early?Damn you.I m trying to like catch my sleep and u came.I hate people who disturbs my sleep&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came back.They came back from the market.Yeah.When back to my room and sleep.Woke up at 1pm again.Uncle and his family left.Did the usual routine and skipped lunch but instead used the computer.Yeah.Talked to some peeps and yea.My parents told me to like bath and change to casual wear.They want me join them into some party.Yup.Did follow her "instruction".Went to some party for the adults.My brother played with the other brats and I was alone there as no other teenager were like around.In fact,I dunno anyone.Sigh.And thank god it was near Orchard.Asked my mum for permission and left.Walked around the whole of Orchard road myself and yea.Went home by myself.My parents are like still there so yea the key is with me,so i went home.Reached home like 10.15pm?Yeah.Went online and Vivian popped up,she killed my depressive thoughts.Wanna do sth but yea.U are a sure unknown killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivian forced me to do this&lt;br /&gt;and so i decided to do the quiz :O muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a cut-out from Vivian!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE PAST 24 HOURS HAVE YOU :&lt;br /&gt;o1 . Cried : No&lt;br /&gt;o2 . Worn jeans : Duh....Do you expect me to like wear skirt?&lt;br /&gt;o3 . Met someone : Err...Like duh.Of course.&lt;br /&gt;o4 . Done laundry : Yup.Washed my clothes&lt;br /&gt;o5 . Went hungry : yes! i m a human,so its a fact that humans go hungry.&lt;br /&gt;o6 .Talked on the phone : yeah. Geneva and John.Not forgeting Marius.&lt;br /&gt;o7 . Said I love you : err....No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN :&lt;br /&gt;o8 . Yourself: yup&lt;br /&gt;o9 . Your friends : Not all.Only certain people.&lt;br /&gt;1o . Tooth fairy : NO!!!&lt;br /&gt;11 . Destiny / Fate : No time for that&lt;br /&gt;12 . Ghosts : Nah&lt;br /&gt;13 . UFO : Riteeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS AND LIFE :&lt;br /&gt;14 . Do you ever wished you had another name: i liked mine.&lt;br /&gt;15 . Do you like anyone: yes...Sorta&lt;br /&gt;16 . Which one of your friends acts most like you: dont know.&lt;br /&gt;17 . When you cried the most who was there: I dunno as i dun usually cry&lt;br /&gt;18 . What's the best feeling in the world: being happy?&lt;br /&gt;19 . What's the worst feeling in the world: having to bear the pain and when ure all alone&lt;br /&gt;2o . What day is it now: Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;br /&gt;21 . Chocolate or vanilla : Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;22 . Coke or pepsi : Coke&lt;br /&gt;23 . Love or Lust : Both??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR PICK:&lt;br /&gt;Mac or KFC :macdonald&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates : Single&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or nike : both&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Tea or Nestea : lipton!&lt;br /&gt;Cappucino or coffee : Cappucino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;Smoke : no and never will.&lt;br /&gt;Curse : all the time&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower : obviously.&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush : yeah.Who doesn't&lt;br /&gt;Think you`ve been in love : nope&lt;br /&gt;Like school : Sorta.Depends.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married : maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Think you`re a health freak : not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE PAST MONTH:&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol : Dunno&lt;br /&gt;Gone to the mall : yes, like every week?&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage : yes&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi : yes&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped : nope&lt;br /&gt;Gone skating : yes&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair : nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I:&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE : my family, my friends, music!!!&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL : torn apart&lt;br /&gt;I HIDE : errrr, secrets? Everyone has 'em.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS : a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;I NEED : something to alleviate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven people you would like them to do :&lt;br /&gt;anyone will do.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, LORD,I wanna thank you for giving me people like Caryl,Geneva,Vivian(will not forget u and ure horniness(Is there sucha word)),Marius,Lewis,and the other peeps that help me throughout and gave me hapiness unlike some people.Yup.If i forget to add u,tell me yeah? =)&lt;br /&gt;Tats all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116170262107867419?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116170262107867419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Currently listening to:Requiem - Trivium&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Kinda ok though.Still trying hard to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today,was ok.Perfectly fine and its plain boring.Went to school as usual.Not alot of people came but fortunately,i survived the feeling of emptiness and boredness(is there such a word).Yup.Saw Kat,talked to her and yea,told her that i m like promoted to Express.Dunno if that is supposed to be a good news or a bad one.I have to like choose now what to take.Express is like 4 years and I need not stay in the goddamn school for another year,while Normal Academic,is simpler and its like 5years course.Both has pros and cons.So yea.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord,i need your guidance.I need to choose the right decision as my decision affects my future.Please help me.Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept,used my phone,talked and walk about the whole day in school.Kinda boring as no teacher was like inside and many of my entertainer like &lt;strong&gt;Farah,Fatin,Shaheeran&lt;/strong&gt; and some other peeps were absent.Sigh.Had fire drill at 9am and please,it is so boring.Ya hui sat in front of me,Joscelyn beside her and Christian beside me.Talked to them during the fire drill.They made me laugh.Thank you for giving me this peeps.Talked to them about the streaming result and etc. and from there,we talked about which finger do we use to pick our nose.Ewww...Tats bloody disgusting.Riteee...Fire drill was over,and we head for the hall.Had a debrief and a briefing for Wednesday's Swimming Carnival.Aint that excited as i m forced to swim.I can swim ok,its juz that i hate been forced to swim when i ain't have the mood.Sigh.Had recess after that.Fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Followed Kelvin and Timo to walk around the whole school and ask people to join floorball.Yup.Went back to class,talked to everyone in there and crap with them.I will hell miss my class lah...Last time,I would hate my class for being noisy and other stuff.But now,my perceptions change.Everyone seems to be united now.Yup.Mr Keh let the whole school off at 12.30pm.Waited for geneva after school.Was suppose to watch movie but our plan change as 3 of us are like the only one free.Geneva,Vanessa and me ate at Macdonald,CWP.They were like talking about guys and i was like riteeee.Sigh.Bought Vanessa present after that.Geneva went to mini toons while me n ??? went to X-craft to buy sth for SUMONE.yeah...Hehe.Geneva arrived and ??? was like wow.So yeah.Head for the library to plan for the CAC camp after that.??? and I did the changes of the schedule while Geneva did the songs and other stuff.??? and I was crapping all the way.Kept laughing.Thanks &lt;strong&gt;V---&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Riteee...When home after that.On my com,and talked to my horny biatch fren,Vivian.Lol.Kinda fun to talk to her.U can go gaga.Lol.You there!!!&lt;strong&gt;Thx!!&lt;/strong&gt;I noe ure reading this.Lol.So yea.Thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Its Marius Birthday.Happy 14th birthday dude.You still owe me 14 bashes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116160226055773262?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116160226055773262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116160226055773262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116160226055773262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116160226055773262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/10/currently-listening-torequiem-trivium.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116143962074337227</id><published>2006-10-22T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:11:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently listening to: Welcome to the black parade - My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored and Pissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 10.15am to prepare for the KFC Activity today.Sigh.To be a Facilitator for that mini activity.Called Geneva to like meet her around 12?Yeah...Met in the bus.Ritee...So she had her hair cut yesterday since it was messy or something.sigh.But it look nicer compared to last time.Went to CWP to look for present for the three October Babies.But still cannot find one for one of them.Suggestion pls.So yup...Bought SWEET TALK before we head for church.Yea.As usual,bought Honeydew Sago.Fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Reached Church.Only tita lou ann and her family was there.Help out with the IT shit and clearing of the fucking chairs.Yeah.Saw Mariel sis,so yeah...They were outside the Auditorium for 1 hr.Riteee...So showed them the way to St. Thomas Aquinas room.They stayed there while I went out for a while.Saw Marius outside so yea.Talked to him.Thx for ure concern,dude.Yea....Went back.As time past,more and more brats came.They were noisy lah.Someone even took my honeydew sago.Fuck that brat.Sigh.Yeah...Started everything at 2.15pm.And please,they were noisy.Sigh.feel like putting my bloody foot in their mouth.Fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;During the fucking games,they were like super hyper.Please lah.Its like they are fighting over sweets.I cant blame them as they are so young that their brain is somewhere at the butt.Riteee....Finished everything like 3.45pm and yea.Left for Cathecism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riteee....So during the Cathecism,thought i was late but fortunately I m not the only one.My Cath Class teacher was like also late.Phew.No much of a lecture stuff today only watched A movie named DAVID.That movie was like freaking sick.Imagine a guy anoint the king with oil then kissed him on the left cheeck then right cheek then the LIPS.Ewww....Its like so gay.Hope that didn't happen in the past.Marius sat beside me at first but Father Terror came and asked him to like seat right in front.Groans.Wanna talk to him lah.But yea.At least I stoned??Craps.Father terror also came to like scold leslie.this wat happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father terence came...&lt;br /&gt;Father terror:Marcus,come right in front.&lt;br /&gt;Marcus:Yes,Father.&lt;br /&gt;Leslie opened his mouth:Discrimination against the Servers&lt;br /&gt;Father Terror:Leslie,Come here.&lt;br /&gt;Father terror came to like flick and twist his ears...Ouch.Thats hurts alot lah.&lt;br /&gt;Leslie:Ouch father..That hurts&lt;br /&gt;Father terence:who ask u to open ure mouth?You talk in class dun u?Aren't I doing the right thing?&lt;br /&gt;Leslie:Yea...Ure right father.&lt;br /&gt;Father terror:Next time dun open ure big mouth.Marius,come and sit here.&lt;br /&gt;Marius:Oh ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.Father is sure an authoritarian.Stoning&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Auntie angie told leslie to like say the closing prayer.Thats were I got back to earth.Yup.Walked out of the class with Marius.Asked me some general question.And yea.Saw Geneva again.And yea.We're reunited again.Marius,Gen and I talked for a while.Unfortunately,Gen's mum told us to like leave as we're gonna attend Novena at Novena Church.Sigh.Groans.Left after talking to Marius.Went into Geneva's car and left for Novena.Along the way,we crap.My mum started with one bloody statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum:Brian(my brother),is there water in Novena.&lt;br /&gt;Brian:Yea&lt;br /&gt;Me:Duh...Which church has no water?&lt;br /&gt;Brian:Have but must pay.&lt;br /&gt;George(Gen's bro):Got.The holy water lah.&lt;br /&gt;Gen:Toilet bowl also got water wat.&lt;br /&gt;Me:yea.Sperm also have liquid wat.&lt;br /&gt;Gen:Shut up lah u.So disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Novena Church.Didn't really pay attention during the novena.And Father Gerard louise celebrated the Novena.He was like ordained few weeks ago.Was glad to meet him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Gerard:How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Me:Ok.&lt;br /&gt;Father Gerard:Wats wrong?You looked sad and stressed up.How was ure result?Is that why you look sad.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Nope.Did quite well but quite disappointed with my result but thats not the reason why it is bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;Father gerard:Oh ok.Take care yea.You are always welcome here.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Thx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Mich and Maria.Talked to them for a while.They had to left soon after that.Wen home with geneva after that.My parents and her parents wanted to like eat outside but they changed their plan and ate in my home.They bought some food and beer.Yea.Bored here so decided to like blog for today.Anyway,thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116143962074337227?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116143962074337227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116143962074337227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116143962074337227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116143962074337227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/10/currently-listening-to-welcome-to.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116125500912561232</id><published>2006-10-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:50:09.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NICE ONE.SOME PEOPLE STARTED QUESTIONING ME WHEN I REACHED SCHOOL.WOW!!rEALLY AMAZED BY YOU.FINE!!LIKE WAT I PUT IN THE FUCKING TAGBOARD SOMEWHERE THERE,&lt;strong&gt;HATE ME IF YOU MUST/WANT.&lt;/strong&gt;REALLY CAN'T BE BOTHERED BY YOU AND THE ISSUES THAT HAS BEEN PASSED AROUND.SIGH.THREE CHEERS FOR YOU AND YEA A TITLE FOR ME "SCUMBAG OF THE MONTH".THANKS ALOT AH.YOU REALLY MADE MY DAY SORT OF FUN TODAY.AND FOR YOUR INFORMATION,I HAVE NO TIME TO LIKE FUCKING POST AS YOU IN ORDER TO CREATE SCENCES.AND IF ITS NOT YOU,I M SORRY AND IGNORED ME AS USUAL.AND TO THAT FUCKING POSER,FUCK OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day:Not good.Kinda vulgar nowadays.Haven't master the art of controlling myself as well as my emotions.Sigh.Kat,ure needed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Fix you - Coldplay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116125500912561232?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116125500912561232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116125500912561232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116125500912561232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116125500912561232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/10/nice-one.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116117027579630099</id><published>2006-10-19T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:19:39.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currenly Listening to: Pieces - Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Pissed &amp; Depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reach home and my bro really spoiled my day.Mum scolded me like argh lah.WANNA EXPLAINED WAT HAPPENED,YOU JUZ LISTENED TO THAT TOOT.SO WAT IF HE IS MY BROTHER?WAT RIGHT DOES HE HAVE TO TOUCH MY THINGS AND THROW IT ON THE FLOOR?SOMETIMES,I JUZ FEEL LIKE AN ADOPTED CHILD.I THOUGHT THINGS WILL TURN OUT WELL ESPECIALLY AFTER THE PRE-CONFIRMATION CAMP.Won't elaborate more.The thought of it will just kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was ok though.Got back certain papers.Not really that satisfied with my results.I got 85/100 for english.Got 57.2/100 for maths which really suck lah.Wasn't satisfied with my Science result.Got 75/100 for that paper lah.Usually get like above 75.Kinda disconsolating.Who m i to blame?Didn't study.Kinda deserve it.Got Humanities Paper too.I got 42/50.Another disconsolating result.No fails currently.Was glad that I passed my MT.Phew....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got the new uniform too.Kinda nice though.Yeah.Went to SC room.Slept like 2.5hrs?Yeah.Felt a lil feverish.So yeah...I slept.Gerri and Rasyiqa came too.After their Inter-Class Competition,they slept too.Felt a lil better after that.Saw Marius,Kevin,Mariel and Amanda playing soccer with each other.Left after that.Went to Beauty world to buy some stuff.Went home after that.Saw MArius at the School Bus-stop so I went home with him since we're in the same bus.Yea.He took 964 so yea took with him.Went down the same stop as him and went home after that.Reached home,got irritated by my small,scrawny and annoying young bro.Yeah....&lt;home&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all...Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116117027579630099?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34613156.post-116108006942550026</id><published>2006-10-18T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:43:57.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currenly Listening to: Master of Puppets - Trivium&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored&lt;-&gt;Pissed&lt;-&gt;Depressed&lt;-&gt;Vulgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day started off okay.Yeah.Reached school about 7.15am??Put my bag at the usual place,the latecoming area,then headed for the flagpole.Clarice didn't want to do so yeah,I did the flag-raising together with another two peeps.Said hi-bye to kat for like 4 times I think?Yea.Managed to like smile a bit though.Kelvin didn't bring his tie and he managed to escape.Tats so unusual as teacher always look out for student without tie and alot of teacher walk past us and he wasn't caught.Wow.Being an SC isn't that bad,huh?Yeah.Kat wanted to return the registers so decided to follow her since I have registers too.Talked to her while we walked to the general office.She was super high please.But still she is fun to be with.Saw marius sitting outside waiting for an uniform.He didn't wear his.In fact he forgot.Kat left and I stayed behind.Talked to him and allowed him to use me as a punching bag since he was super depressed.Kat came back and join us in our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to class after that since the school was going back to thier respective classes.I dunno for what reason,I juz had a heavy feeling.Didn't feel like smiling or doing anything at all.It was english and I got back my english paper 2.Passed that paper but it doesn't seems enough to at least get an B.Sigh.Who cares?Sigh.Mother tounge was next.For some reasons,only Sakinah,Farid,Aldrich and Me were inside the classroom.Watch this black and white film(a very old movie).It was so freaking lame and boring.So i decided to help Mdm Zalynda with the arrangement of the Mother Tounge Paper according to class.Finished that and watched the last part of the freaking movie.Was asked to clear up some junks from her table and left the class.Here comes the point where I was freaking depressed.Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea...Shan't elaborate more on that.After reccess was some 3 hr course shit.Its virtual music.Its like so fucking boring.But since my com was so lagging and it doesn't seem to like Work,I shared with Fatin.Fuck all the computer.Slow and laggy.Where is the school fees going?Sigh.Fatin was super high too.She kept laughing cause the watever loops that teacher was talking about,was funny.So yeah.She lended me her phone and let me hear Ian voice.Fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;School hours ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked for Miss Dawn.&lt;em&gt;Leche!!Nawala nya ung painting ko.Bwisit.Makukuha ko lang 50 para sa art.&lt;/em&gt;Headed for SC meeting after that.Riteeee.I was choosen to be the usherer.Ain't that cool cause we need to like wear blazer.And it sure gonna be hot.Its ok though.At least there is some formality in the duty and I hope I could like get a chance to see Marius's Band to play.Fast forward&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Tagged my blazer and left for home.Was freaking sleepy.Fell asleep in the bus.And end up having headache.Decided to go home after that.Walked from CWP to my house.And here I m posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116108006942550026?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116108006942550026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116108006942550026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116108006942550026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116108006942550026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/10/currenly-listening-to-master-of.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116084800138817371</id><published>2006-10-14T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T18:09:00.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess today is not my day,huh?&lt;br /&gt;Was pissed off early in the morning as I have to like wake up for the fucking seminary visit.Its like hello,isn't it too early to decide if I wanna be a priest or a religious guy.Wanted to catch up with my sleep that I've lost this week.Sigh.FYI,a seminary is where young guys or should I say men,that are called to lead a religious vocation.Yeah.Secondary level guys have to go to the seminary shit while the girls went to St. Anthony Cannosian(or sth) convent.Reached there around 9.30am+.I was like a loner there though I have Andrew,Shaun,and one other guy whom I forgot,to accompany me.Just didn't feel like talking.And Marius,you told me to like come and you didn't come.Sigh.Went to this classroom or lecture room by the name of one of the famous saint.I forgot who again.So fucked up this week lah.Sigh.They told us what is the priestly formation like,and I was there thinking am I in the correct place,basically I was stoning lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then brother samuel,a seminarian,shared to us how,when,why he decided to go to the Seminary and train/learn to be a priest.Didn't listen again.I was staring outside,basically stoning.My favourite word of the Month,Stoning.Yeah.Didn't care about what is happening around me.I feel like I m in my own world,full of sadness and emptiness.Seriously,I dunno why I m doing this to myself.I mean its not the first time.Alot of thing a bothering me.Yup.They were playing this video clip,and again,I DIDN"T CARE.I really don't give a damn to that Visit.Nothing strucked me.As in nothing.Its like a waste of time going there.SIGH.Had a tour in the seminary and left around 11.15am.Came back to church around 11.30am+ and had a short debrief in st. anne's room.Waited for geneva for fucking 45mins but when she reached church,she called her dad and told her to like wait for him in church.Its like fuck.Was supposed to go out with her and her dad spoiled our plans.Walked home after that.Did a real and short reflection.But it really seems like a joke.Sigh.Won't elaborate more on that.Reached home,I rested,Bathed and switched on the computer.Talked to ann and some other people and yea Kat,my dear counsellor,was there.Talked to them and they gave me advices as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the house around 4pm to attend Novena,in Novena Church,in Novena of course.My parents forced me to attend it.I don't usually attend Novena.Attend Novena only when I feel like it.After Novena,My parents went to Novena square to buy present for some brats.Bought the present and headed for some brats party.Didn't noe that we're attending a party though.And noe what's the theme of the Party?Lavender!!So it means &lt;strong&gt;PURPLE&lt;/strong&gt;.I was the only teen there and I really Hate &lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt; alot!!!I was wearing black,my parents wore purple and my small,scrawny brother too.Its like rite.The celebrant must be obsessed with purple.I was in the room full of purple.The table cloth,the ice-cream,the decorations and the people are in Purple.I just can't believe it.I was like the only one in a different colour.And everyone is like enjoying the purple atmosphere.Argh.Really &lt;strong&gt;hate purple&lt;/strong&gt;.There is even this lady,who is in &lt;strong&gt;purple top to toe&lt;/strong&gt;.Her bag,accessories and shoes were in &lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt; too.I was thinking if I see more purple,I will have sore eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around the pool,thinking as usual.Thoughts were overwhelming my mind.I wanted to call Kat but yeah didnt want to.Grab a drink,and continued walking.I think I circled the pool like 18 times??Asked my mum for permission to walk outside the freaking purple condo.But instead went to town since she said go anywhere I want as long as I go home around 11pm.&lt;strong&gt;SO THAT MEANS FREEDOM&lt;/strong&gt;.Walked from Orchard Cineleisure to Taka.Walked to and fro for like 3 times.The fourth walked,I did a little shopping(can i use another term?this sounds so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).I m looking for a present for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;two special friend &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;of mine.Had no enough money so I decided to head back to the condo.Came back to the &lt;strong&gt;kingdom of purple&lt;/strong&gt;.Looked for my parents and I told them I will go home 1st.Took the key from them,and walked to Taka but everything seems close.Its like 1030 already and no one is in Taka.Kinda creepy though.Took the MRT and alighted at Admiralty.Went to macdonalds and grab a bite,since I didn't eat or touch the food at the &lt;strong&gt;fucking kingdom of purple&lt;/strong&gt;.It really suck lah.&lt;strong&gt;No offence but purple really suck&lt;/strong&gt;.I rather go for pink.Walked at the park and sat down.I dunno why but yea.Reached home around 12.45pm+.And guess what my parents aren't at home yet.Sigh.Should have went home later than 12.45pm.Aint wanna think of my day today,it just pisses me off.Sigh.Kinda fucked up nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,shall end this post for now.Kinda long,huh?I dunno why too.Of all the post,this is like the longest one.Hope U weren't bored when you read this. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116084800138817371?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116084800138817371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116084800138817371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116084800138817371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116084800138817371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-guess-today-is-not-my-dayhuh-was.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116071493531222700</id><published>2006-10-14T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:22:51.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't this song out of my head.Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sum 41-Pieces&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oITdYkZRTzg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oITdYkZRTzg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="360" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was alright.Little problems but yea,didn't let it conquered me.Had Home Economics paper.And as usual,I forgot the stuff that I studied in the morning.It was my fault though.Didn't give a damn to like study at least some but instead watched the Television and listened to the radion.Sigh.Leave everything to fate now.Hope I'll do well and go to 3/3 next year.Really want to make it to 3/3.After the paper,we were suppose to go to the hall for some briefing on choosing of the elective module that i wanna take next year.What should I take?POA?DnT?FnN?WAT??All i want now is to like forget everything.Met Kat downstair and yeah...Was suppose to like go out with her just now.But changed my mind as I might bring her down.Was feeling so bloody emo just now.Just kept listening to Pieces and Tiger lily to ease everything.Went home after that.From CWP,i walked back home.And for fuck sake,Dun ever tell me, AS A STUDENT COUNCILLOR,YOU SHOULD BLAH BLAH BLAH.It doesn't help.Some toots have been telling me off lately.I mean,I m not perfect.No one does.Bloody hell.Being some dogs,doesn't help.You are always told to do stuff.Sigh.Won't elaborate more on that.Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116071493531222700?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116071493531222700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116071493531222700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116071493531222700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116071493531222700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/10/cant-this-song-out-of-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116065419949309187</id><published>2006-10-13T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T19:58:41.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had the second last paper,Humanities.It was neither easy nor hard.Forgot the answer for part A.I was like fuck.Sigh.And I have to stayback after that to do some TIMSS survey.Its like 2.5hrs.And when we were there,we were given this bloody booklet with &lt;strong&gt;MATHS&lt;/strong&gt; and science question in it.It was like hard at first but the 2nd part was super easy cause its science.Didn't finish the maths question,but did all the science question and i assume that 50% of it will be rite.Did had fun too cause Farah was like super funny.We even exchanged booklets when the AC wasn't looking.Muahaha.Had 20min break after that and had to do the survey.It was goddamn lame.Imagine a survey asking you if you have this following things in your home,&lt;strong&gt;CALCULATOR,COMPUTER,DICTIONARY,MOBILE PHONE AND ETC&lt;/strong&gt;?If you were there,you will be like,What a busybody?After that,marius and i went to Geneva's house.We were like Crapping but at least we finished something.Vanessa went home around 4.30 and we stayed behind.I was like stoning and Marius told me to like break that Habit.I was thinking of some stuff that's why.Sigh.Won't elaborate more.Went home around 6.30 and yea.Here i m Posting again.AND I WILL BE LIKE PAPER-FREE starting tomorrow.YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Pieces(Acoustic) - Sum 41&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116065419949309187?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116065419949309187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116065419949309187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116065419949309187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116065419949309187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/10/had-second-last-paperhumanities.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116046674236434314</id><published>2006-10-11T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:14:14.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My day started off with a very bad one.Sigh.Was certainly pissed off by what i heard.Now its something irritating.Its seriously unpleasant to hear.Argh.You better stop(you should know who you are).Had Science paper today.Don't really think I will do well.So yeah.Have to leave it to fate.After the exam,Mariel,Marius,Hafiz and Kelvin waited for me.Unfortunately,.....(shall translate this in tagalog).&lt;em&gt;My dalawang baboy sumama.Kanina pa sila nag-i-ingay.Grabe talaga ako kanina sa Mac.Palagi ako baboy ng baboy.Tanung nyo c Kelvin.Tawa nga ng tawa ung kuya ko na ung eh.Grabe talaga. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time past,I m started to be me again.Thanks for the fun,joy n laughter just now.You guys really are great.Haha.When to the library after that,Mariel and Kelvin was somehow fascinated by me.They said that I read a 200 page book quite fast.Haha.I m not a bookworm alright.Its just that I m somehow inspired by Kat.Haha.Went home after that,Kelvin sent Mariel home and I tooked bus with Marius.So yup...Currently Mugging.And exams will be over in like 3 days time.Woohoo...Cant wait for LTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to: Pieces - Sum 41&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116046674236434314?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116046674236434314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116046674236434314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116046674236434314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34613156/posts/default/116046674236434314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-day-started-off-with-very-bad-one.html' title=''/><author><name>davey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08703670815804083533</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-34613156.post-116039053450581367</id><published>2006-10-09T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T18:42:14.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maths!!Argh!!It was so complexing.Hate the setter.But fortunately calculators was allowed in both paper.But still its complexing.Can't get the correct concept.And the worse thing of all was,I WASTED 10-13mins of my precious time.Was &lt;strong&gt;Stoning&lt;/strong&gt; and realise that i lost some of my precious time.I just can't help it.Things just come and go.Thoughts are hard to manage.I don't seem to understand myself.Won't elaborate more on that.Waited for Geneva while Mariel waited for us.Went to library after that.Was super argh.Marius followed together with hafiz.Had a long talk with Hafiz.Haha.Always talking about someone.Yeas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing really struck me most.Sigh.Really hurt when i heard that.Was really pissed off just now.Sigh.F--k the bloody world.Of all things,i have to hear that.Shit lah.Really wasn't my day.Walked around Causeway and by the looks of it,I feel like I m not in a good mood.Evil n Depressive thoughts conquered me.Sigh.Shall stopped here.Aint wanna elaborate on my day.Really pissed by an shitty shit.Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34613156-116039053450581367?l=ted-bitek.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ted-bitek.blogspot.com/feeds/116039053450581367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34613156&amp;postID=116039053450581367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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like back to cleaning,unpacking n stuff like that.Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a brief summarise of what i did from 2/10 - 6/10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday,2/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had MLB paper.Guess what?I did direct translation.So the sentence will sound funny.Who cares anyway?So yea.Had paper 1 which is like 1hr while the rest did the 2hr paper coz they dun take mlb.Too bad people...Have to wait for like 2hrs for the next paper.During the 2hrs,we went to the SC room to meet kelvin and marius.They were sure noisy inside.We then went to the canteen to eat.Yummy.Haha...Was sure hungry during that period lah.After that,went to the SC room to take our bag and left for paper 2.Paper 2 was like HARD,COMPACT,DIFFICULT!!!Why must i take Malay??WHY!!I juz tried my best to get the meaning of the question.Left after that.When we came back to the SC room,MARIUS,KELVIN N TIMO was sleeping..Haha..Luckily the teachers didn't notice it.Sigh.When home with geneva after that as Marius was going somewhere n geneva and I have no place that we wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday,3/10 - Wednesday,4/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do anything much tat days.In fact i can't remember anything that had happened.Sigh.All i noe,i went home with geneva.Its normal alrite.I mean.She is my bestfren n thats the limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday,5/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back after school with Irah,Stanley,Hafiz,Mariel, and Marius.Geneva wasn't able to stay back coz she has a curfew.Poor girl.Haha.We were either noisy or crapping.Not much of a difference.Was suppose to study.But yea...Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday,6/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn....Its english paper.Had no sufficient time to write the letter writing shit.But manage to complete it though.It suck alot too.Sigh.Must at least get a 2 in english.Wanna stay in 3/3.Ain't wanna go higher or lower than that.After the shitty exam,went to hand in my another piece of shitty work.Art.Argh....Another sucky work.Saw Geneva outside the art room.Decided to go out with her.We went to Civic center to eat Mac.Then we headed for the library.Planned the proposed plan for the CAC camp.We were like sigh.No Comments.Marius called then we asked him to come over.Ashley came too with eva(or sth),a friend of Ashley,we started out with a clean conversation and for some reason,ashley started talking about indecent stuff and everyone was laughing at his "joke".Haha.I m also included lah.I m still a decent guy though.After that We headed home coz I was supposed to serve Brother Gerard Louise's Ordination Mass who is now known as Father Gerard while they have to attend mass.Had fellowship outside.Hanged out with Gen,Mars,Avlyn,Mich,Maria,Des,Moses.We were walking around the church to have fun.We were actually finding stuff to thrill ourselves though but to no avail.Sigh.But still had fun.Glad to meet you people.Haha.So yea.Thats how my day 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