<?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-920753281410353698</id><updated>2011-12-22T06:58:19.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLD KENNETH•©</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>162</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-7935430359608043137</id><published>2010-11-14T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T06:28:03.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, i've moved blog to &lt;a href="http://kennedicut.blogspot.com"&gt;kennedicut.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. This blog will continue to stay here to serve as a memory of all the weird stuff, like the bitchy aunty. haha, sayonara failed-botox, i'll miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,kenneth•©&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-7935430359608043137?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7935430359608043137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7935430359608043137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2010/11/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2569630048186461883</id><published>2010-10-23T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T00:53:37.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Keynote 2010: Back to the Mac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMPYexiQXaI/AAAAAAAAA_4/iVO02c6HoTY/s1600/can+you+tech.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 673px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMPYexiQXaI/AAAAAAAAA_4/iVO02c6HoTY/s400/can+you+tech.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531502790545792418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 days ago, Apple held a keynote conference at their Apple campus in Cupertino. The theme, Back to the Mac, with a released image of the apple logo tilted, with a lion peeking from the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's whats new from Apple.&lt;br /&gt;- iLife '11&lt;br /&gt;-Mac OSX 10.7 Lion&lt;br /&gt;-New Macbook Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This version of iLife features new features for iMovie, iPhoto and GarageBand.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMPjCY3VuCI/AAAAAAAABAQ/2OoETJfes84/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-24+at+PM+03.36.48.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMPjCY3VuCI/AAAAAAAABAQ/2OoETJfes84/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-24+at+PM+03.36.48.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531514397514905634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iPhoto now features a new fullscreen mode, facebook enhancements to notify you of comments on your published photos, emailing photos, new slideshows to enhance your presentations and better printing for photobooks from Apple. This version of iPhoto is not a major upgrade from the previous iPhoto '09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iMovie did not get much of a change, except for new themes, people finder like in iPhoto which allows you to detect faces, all-new audio editing and movie trailers. What people would be most interested in would be the audio editing, finally Apple. Another interesting feature is movie trailers, where you can turn your snippets of footage into professional-looking trailers. It works by giving a storyboard, and you simply dump the needed footage and tadah! We would soon see thousands if not millions of YouTube videos with these trailers. Cool or Cheesy? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GarageBand has new features like Flex Time, Groove Matching, Guitar Amps and Effects. Many people cheer for these, which I must say is a positive thing for GarageBand in the way its heading. It also has a bumped up version of GarageBand 09's 'Learn to Play'. Hmm, seems gimicky to me. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the anticipated moment of the keynote. Steve Job's presents to us the new verison of Mac OSX 10.7 Lion. Hmm. Lion is said to be the marriage of OSX and the iPad's iOS.&lt;br /&gt;Visual changes would be launchpad. Launchpad is like the iPad's homescreen on your mac, where apps downloaded from the mac store are placed there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMPjCInX8VI/AAAAAAAABAI/c4Q_OAk_kKU/s1600/lion_springboard1_20101020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMPjCInX8VI/AAAAAAAABAI/c4Q_OAk_kKU/s400/lion_springboard1_20101020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531514393152975186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mission Control is a much improved version of Exposé, allowing control of your mac, with multi touch inputs such as the magic mouse, or the magic trackpad. But what seemed to steal the show was the Mac App Store. Its like the app store, for the mac. Self explanatory. The Mac App Store seems to be created for the MacBook Air due to its lack of a CD drive, so apps can be downloaded directly to the notebook itself.  Lion also does not seem like a really huge update as compared to Tiger and Leopard. It is expected to be released worldwide summer 2011 Apple states, but I predict, its coming out between September and October like Leopard did. Don't expect the price of Lion to be that of Snow Leopard, I'm guessing its going to cost as much as leopard did, so start saving your pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one more thing. Oh Jobs, you never failed to surprise us. Rumors of a new MacBook Air was floating around. ( Get it?) Well, they turned out to be true. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMPjB-bc2eI/AAAAAAAABAA/9UPFKteQ3DE/s1600/design_multitouch20101020.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMPjB-bc2eI/AAAAAAAABAA/9UPFKteQ3DE/s400/design_multitouch20101020.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531514390418610658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new Air is made using the same unibody technology as the Pros, making it significantly thinner. The new Air has a longer lasting battery of 7 hours of usage and 30 days of standby time. This was done by taking advantage of extra space in the notebook. The MacBook Air has a sharper display than the Pros, although not as sharp as the iPhone 4 or the iPod Touch's Retina Display. When will laptops come standard with the Retina Displays, we'll be waiting Apple. The Air also features new NVIDIA GeForce Graphics 320M. Shockingly, Apple removed all HDD and SSD drives from the notebook. What?! and replaced them with flash memory. Seems pretty cool huh? This means faster turn-on time and quicker access to files. "Apple is the largest user of flash" Seems contradictory doesn't it? Lastly, Steve unveiled an 11 inch MacBook Air. It has a 16:9 aspect ratio display as compared to its bigger brother, but still has a sharper display than the Pros. The laptops also come standard with an SD card slot, only for the 13 inchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last tiny feature of the day is FaceTime for the Mac. Don't we already have Skype?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, iLife is not a must to get if you already have iLife 09. However, if you own 08 and below, go get it. Hits shelves in Singapore in 2011. Countdown to Lion begins, and if you must get the new Air, go ahead. Anyway, isn't the 11 inch MacBook Air becoming like a netbook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Image Source and Credits &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://apple.com/"&gt;www.apple.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="r"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Expos%C3%A9_%28Mac_OS_X%29" class="l noline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-2569630048186461883?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2569630048186461883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2569630048186461883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2010/10/apple-keynote-2010-back-to-mac.html' title='Apple Keynote 2010: Back to the Mac'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMPYexiQXaI/AAAAAAAAA_4/iVO02c6HoTY/s72-c/can+you+tech.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2192654688842510759</id><published>2010-10-23T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T07:55:52.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KEN YOU TECH: How to Download Videos from YouTube</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLnrgkGvcI/AAAAAAAAA-c/4uIWrfdYYKE/s1600/can+you+tech.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 654px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLnrgkGvcI/AAAAAAAAA-c/4uIWrfdYYKE/s400/can+you+tech.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531238027026152898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first in a series of tech tutorials, where I will try and help some of you readers with your tech problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first request is from Sherwin, asking how to download videos from YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you will need (Click to download)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/safari/download/"&gt;Safari 4/5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://handbrake.fr/"&gt;Handbrake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets begin. Say, we want to download the latest fail video of a guy singing the elmo song.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLsw-baSuI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Nt0SUNrub0o/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-23+at+PM+09.32.48.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLsw-baSuI/AAAAAAAAA-k/Nt0SUNrub0o/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-23+at+PM+09.32.48.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531243618500233954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Go to the video on YouTube using your safari browser. On the menu bar on the top of the screen, click 'Window', then under the 'Window' pane, select activity.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLsxNuo59I/AAAAAAAAA-s/NDjeXB8SpkI/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-23+at+PM+09.54.11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 535px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLsxNuo59I/AAAAAAAAA-s/NDjeXB8SpkI/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-23+at+PM+09.54.11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531243622607415250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A dialogue box should pop up. In this dialogue box, you will see many things, look on the side of each file and find the file with the biggest file size.&lt;br /&gt;In this case, its the file "http://v4.cache5.c.youtube.com/videoplayback?ip=0.0.0.0&amp;amp;..." with the size of 6.6 mb. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLsxS0lYoI/AAAAAAAAA-0/B8PGzUTU6cE/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-23+at+PM+09.57.57.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLsxS0lYoI/AAAAAAAAA-0/B8PGzUTU6cE/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-23+at+PM+09.57.57.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531243623974527618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;IMPORTANT! Click on the little triangle to expand the list, like the following.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TML2GKXg-jI/AAAAAAAAA_w/iLHPLikK684/s1600/click.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 596px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TML2GKXg-jI/AAAAAAAAA_w/iLHPLikK684/s400/click.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531253878087023154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Double click on the file, and it should download it the file name of 'videoplayback.flv'. This is in a flash format.&lt;br /&gt;Now, you may want to be able to play this video on your mobile device, say, an iPhone, this is where handbrake comes into play. Open handbrake from your applications folder.&lt;br /&gt;In the window, click on the movie clapper icon titled 'source'. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLtqpLmvbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Ko6dXz619sM/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-23+at+PM+10.01.31+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLtqpLmvbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/Ko6dXz619sM/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-23+at+PM+10.01.31+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531244609229209010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the dropdown menu, select your video file 'videoplayback.flv'.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLsx6djRXI/AAAAAAAAA-8/3L-DqX92cbQ/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-23+at+PM+10.02.04.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLsx6djRXI/AAAAAAAAA-8/3L-DqX92cbQ/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-23+at+PM+10.02.04.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531243634615338354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now click the icon named 'toggle presets' and a sidebar should open, if it isn't. In the sidebar, click 'Apple', then click 'iPhone &amp;amp; iPod Touch'.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLsyCRDYnI/AAAAAAAAA_E/te9TLcZ8cDg/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-10-23+at+PM+10.04.37.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLsyCRDYnI/AAAAAAAAA_E/te9TLcZ8cDg/s400/Screen+shot+2010-10-23+at+PM+10.04.37.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531243636710400626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click 'start' and you are ready to go! Enjoy your newly downloaded video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-2192654688842510759?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2192654688842510759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2192654688842510759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2010/10/ken-you-tech-how-to-download-videos.html' title='KEN YOU TECH: How to Download Videos from YouTube'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/TMLnrgkGvcI/AAAAAAAAA-c/4uIWrfdYYKE/s72-c/can+you+tech.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-6366515656860952858</id><published>2010-10-09T06:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T06:21:35.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SA2 FEVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Hey everyone! Haha omg haven't been blogging for like super long. It's SA2 fever baby! So, paper ends on 18 October Monday, which also is the day I'm gonna buy hamsters. Yeah. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bye!&lt;br/&gt;Kenneth•c&lt;span id='BB_SIGN_BEGIN'&gt;&lt;img alt='BlogBooster-The most productive way for mobile blogging. BlogBooster is a multi-service blog editor for iPhone, Android, WebOs and your desktop' src='http://theblogbooster.com/pixel.gif' style='border:none;'/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-6366515656860952858?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6366515656860952858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6366515656860952858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2010/10/sa2-fever.html' title='SA2 FEVER'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2056965093910073175</id><published>2010-06-01T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T03:08:26.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!!!!</title><content type='html'>ok fine, after like super long of like so not blogging. yes im back here to blog ok? so stop with the nagging. oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, last night was like super hectic. concert here and there. okok. went for acjc's choir concert "an evening with friends" i think. to support grace. trained to esplanade. but on the train, there are many interesting characters ok.&lt;br /&gt;GOLDEN RULE WHEN YOU ARE IN PUBLIC!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;behave yourself, if not, you will get stomped on by the countless number of silly singaporeans who have no better thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;anyways. when the train came to tanah merah, it was not very crowded. tolerable. and there was this stupid 60 year old taitai wannabe, you know those kind that dye their hair red, and carry fake-o handbags like FRADA, or GOOCHI, and over accessorize themselves with like gold chains and gold ear rings and jade. you know how out of fashion gold jewellery and JADE is? i mean like a bit of it is acceptable, but if you wanna be a walking pawnshop, then thats not the way you do it. seeing these kind of ladies makes me feel like im the 80's. horrible red hair urgh, as if it wasnt bad enough, its freaking curled. EWW MUCH. and this pompous bitch just like hoarded up a large amount of space to put her shopping bags. no silly, the shopping bags were not from orchard, they were from the pasar malam! i didnt want to squeeze inside the train to give others more space, for fear of that walking fashion disaster from screaming molest, cos they always think they can get compensation from unsuspecting people. sickening, so cheapo. STOMP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on. somewhere along paya lebar mrt, this group of people boarded the train, i couldnt see who they were, but they were making a big hoolabaloo, screaming and shouting. i assumed they were like a bunch of dropouts. after a while, they started screaming like mad it chinese. one girl went "HAO TONG AH" (very pain). then they all started panicking and were like shouting at her not to give birth on the train. turned around, turns out they had down syndrome. im not being mean here okay. i felt sorry for the guy that was ditched on the train by the rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met suzanne at burger king. and her friend rachel. okok, clara popped in later. went to esplanade. while they were waiting for the concert to start, i went to the floating platform to see what mambo jambo was going on for the yog opening ceremony. turns out the stage is really freaking huge, and everything looks like a metal puzzle. SERIOUSLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoiler. i dont like concerts. so anything choir related or music related bores me, unless theres something visual like lights or like awesome stuff. that sets ndp and concerts apart. sorry grace. singing was nice, but the songs killed me. okok. cambonded.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TATa4Vzd2tI/AAAAAAAAA7A/zlq4lwU_89c/s1600/DSC03806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TATa4Vzd2tI/AAAAAAAAA7A/zlq4lwU_89c/s400/DSC03806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477743708249905874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TATa5b76BPI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/vdKvmYFbprs/s1600/DSC03824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TATa5b76BPI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/vdKvmYFbprs/s400/DSC03824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477743727075788018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; why grace's face so 亮?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TATa5xGabnI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/D7-vDHeWsTU/s1600/DSC03825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TATa5xGabnI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/D7-vDHeWsTU/s400/DSC03825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477743732756999794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jialok popped by. turns out my accurate prediction of "some vs guy is nearby, i know it" is correct&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TATa4-y2zTI/AAAAAAAAA7I/AcdhWU4O2bo/s1600/DSC03809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/TATa4-y2zTI/AAAAAAAAA7I/AcdhWU4O2bo/s400/DSC03809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477743719253200178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok, after the concert, the girls went to mc donalds, while i went to see the padang and the yog stage. not bad. the places look really nice. but theres a white cylindrical thingy behind the stage! WTFFF. helix bridge was nice. finished touring at 11.30 pm. alone. hardcore fan! reached home at 12 on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME DAY!&lt;br /&gt;KENNETH•©&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-2056965093910073175?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2056965093910073175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2056965093910073175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2010/06/back.html' title='BACK!!!!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/TATa4Vzd2tI/AAAAAAAAA7A/zlq4lwU_89c/s72-c/DSC03806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-7284177445205557879</id><published>2010-04-03T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T02:52:02.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return back to blogging, sec 3 camp</title><content type='html'>Hello people. Im back to blogging, after my super long hiatus of excuses, such as nemation, ca1, camp. blah blah. but im back. and as you have noticed, this new layout and design for my blog. It is totally different, because i have decided to use a different style of blogging, which is letting my readers choose what they want to read. ok, enough of the small talk. lets get down to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEC 3 OVERSEAS CAMP 2010 (SUPER LATE ENTRY)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe people dreaded that camp, lots of people did, and i was no exception. ok, so like 2 weeks before the camp, i was like freaking out already, about how icky and dirty the place would be and all that mambo jambo. to make sure that i would stay clean at camp, i went all out for supplies. 6 packs of wet wipes, baby powder and all the other stuff. and i ziplocked every single item. yes i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward. day one of the camp. assembled in school with my super huge bag, and waited. went through assembly like usual. then sec 3s stayed in the hall.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cJxFwbWvI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/1e_3Zl323a4/s1600/IMG_4585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cJxFwbWvI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/1e_3Zl323a4/s400/IMG_4585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455840212546181874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where they seperated us, and assigned us out trainers. we got balmond, big guy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cJyc-PM_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/5r65JtZOtyc/s1600/IMG_4601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cJyc-PM_I/AAAAAAAAA3g/5r65JtZOtyc/s400/IMG_4601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455840235957990386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ok, so we were given instructions about the camp and they gave out the camp shirt, which was designed by me! so we got ready to board the bus. at that time, i was feeling like "fck" knowing i was going to malaysia, and leaving singapore.&lt;br /&gt;dumped our bags into the bus and got on. i sat beside tomus. 1 hr ride to tuas checkpoint. peed there. went through customs, knowing i was going to a dirtier place. then it was a short journey to malaysia customs, and my god, i can tel you, there is a stark contrast in cleanliness when you travel across the causeway. like seriously. malaysia checkpoint is like so different from singapores. its so filthy that there are houseflies swarming the area and manifesting on the customs officers back. i mean like seriously, if they really want to get more tourists, first thing is to up the hygiene level.&lt;br /&gt;took an even longer bus ride to kahang. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cJxq9mHnI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/kiul8lvKVlI/s1600/IMG_4598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cJxq9mHnI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/kiul8lvKVlI/s400/IMG_4598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455840222533525106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the bus ride was filled with sheikh jokes. kuakua. boring to the max, should have brought my ipod along. oh well&lt;br /&gt;reached the camp site. looked as terrible as i had imagined it to be. the place was dusty and dirty. but what would you expect from a farm right?. to make matters worse, we were greeted by a shower of rain. boooooo. so we gathered in the multi purpose hall, while watching other classes scramble to get under the shelter. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cJy7dFyUI/AAAAAAAAA3o/qOtDOuKmKxs/s1600/IMG_4604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cJy7dFyUI/AAAAAAAAA3o/qOtDOuKmKxs/s400/IMG_4604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455840244140460354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cJzdop4xI/AAAAAAAAA3w/F_m9SZR-r54/s1600/IMG_4607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cJzdop4xI/AAAAAAAAA3w/F_m9SZR-r54/s400/IMG_4607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455840253315769106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;anyways, we got to eat lunch first, because we were closest to the serving area. food was mediocre, better than i expected, spicy sardines, vegetables, pumpkin, and the rice. surprisingly the rice is better than the rice you would get in singapore. but thats because they specialise in rice farming. maybe they added drugs to it. haha. so anyways, after lunch, we were supposed to pitch our tents, but there were no available tent kits to pitch, so we just had to choose pitched tents that were available. i was in the same tent as keith, joshua, andy, javyn and athanasius. being the cleanliness freak, i made sure that the tent was spotless, or at least cleaner than other tents.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cLFw0ZRwI/AAAAAAAAA34/C8tdQxM34WA/s1600/IMG_4629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cLFw0ZRwI/AAAAAAAAA34/C8tdQxM34WA/s400/IMG_4629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455841667214558978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first activity of the day was raft building. it was non water based, at least for those not going in the water. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cLGWB2uzI/AAAAAAAAA4A/KkhoEJ0LX0s/s1600/IMG_4640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cLGWB2uzI/AAAAAAAAA4A/KkhoEJ0LX0s/s400/IMG_4640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455841677203127090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cLHPRhbfI/AAAAAAAAA4I/zJsY1kZy3TU/s1600/IMG_4645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cLHPRhbfI/AAAAAAAAA4I/zJsY1kZy3TU/s400/IMG_4645.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455841692569660914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cLHVT610I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/_-waXJ_jjrE/s1600/IMG_4662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cLHVT610I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/_-waXJ_jjrE/s400/IMG_4662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455841694190327618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cLH4SZerI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/cY5YGLABPVU/s1600/IMG_4671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cLH4SZerI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/cY5YGLABPVU/s400/IMG_4671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455841703579187890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tied bamboo poles and water drums together with pathetic pieces of twine. i suppose none of us were listening to the instructions on how to build the raft, as we kept screwing it up. the raft failed in the end anyways, even before we put it in the water. group C got to bathe first, which means that i would have high chance of bathing. yes, and i did get to bathe. the toilet is relatively big, but 1/4 of the space is taken up by a mini garden, yes, a mini garden. the door was gonna fall off, and the amenities were like siap siap one. but i got to bathe. after that wasnt as exciting. dinner &gt; class performance planning &gt; go to tents to sleep. the tent was infested with bloody mosquitoes, so different from mozzies in singapore. they are fricking brown in colour. i took the honour of spraying 3 different kinds of insect repellent and insecticide, which the entire tent claims to have gotten high from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 4 something in the morning, then assembled in the multi purpose hall at 6.30. went for morning exercise before having our breakfast, which was supposedly nasi lemak. the nasi lemak consisted of rice, which had no taste like nasi lemak at all, peanuts and ikan billis, chilli, cucumber, and egg, which i didnt get by the way. couldnt even eat the food, cos i had a stomach ache, as usual. pooped in the toilet. got on the bus with an empty stomach to go to gunung lembak. reached there.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cMzbWxSaI/AAAAAAAAA4g/keGaqySAcGA/s1600/IMG_4723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cMzbWxSaI/AAAAAAAAA4g/keGaqySAcGA/s400/IMG_4723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455843551238769058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i under estimated the bloody mountain. it didnt look high from the ground level, thats because it was blocked by trees.&lt;br /&gt;took a horrible walk up the steep slope to the gate. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cMz9iW9tI/AAAAAAAAA4o/FnLpYJsu3Wk/s1600/IMG_4740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cMz9iW9tI/AAAAAAAAA4o/FnLpYJsu3Wk/s400/IMG_4740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455843560414181074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that walk alone killed me. i thought the gate was the base of the mountain. wrong. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cM0vmxtDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/5eW5-VMW7cI/s1600/IMG_4742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cM0vmxtDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/5eW5-VMW7cI/s400/IMG_4742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455843573854483506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;walked up the hill thingy, and i thought i had reached the top of the mountain, until i saw the sign. "welcome to gunung lembak". &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cM1OlE8rI/AAAAAAAAA44/04j2d8hLMRk/s1600/IMG_4751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cM1OlE8rI/AAAAAAAAA44/04j2d8hLMRk/s400/IMG_4751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455843582168855218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i was cursing already at that point. but i did try to climb it, the first part was manageable for me. but it was freaking steep. like really steep. then it came the part where we needed ropes to pull ourselves up. it was really straining on me, cos im unfit. so i had to take short rests to drink water. but it came to the point where i couldnt climb anymore, or so i thought.&lt;br /&gt;I took a rest there, sitting on a sheet of plastic one of the trainers lent me. i was going to throw up, mainly because i didnt eat anything at all. but one of the trainers was nice enough to give me a strawberry granola bar. totally helped. climbed up with the help of sunjay and jaren. they really encouraged and pushed me to climb up. when i reached the top, the people were already coming down. gasps. top of the mountain had an ok ok view. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cPhPInmwI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NNi4CSzOJe8/s1600/IMG_4756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cPhPInmwI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/NNi4CSzOJe8/s400/IMG_4756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455846537255426818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like what you would see on a postcard. i had an in-grown toenail on both feet, which hurt like mad. went down the mountain. it took a shorter time, but it was trickier. i had to grab on to everything i could. i was really afraid to get dirty, but at that point, i was like fck everything and just grab on to the tree, rocks, ground and roots etc. jaren and sunjay really helped me. and when i went down to the base of the mountain, my class wasnt there, but 3F was. they were cheering for me. so touched. going down that hill wasnt any easier either. the road was super bumpy which meant toe hurting like mad. fangqi was helping me get down that hill. so nice of her. while her boyfriend was complaining about how she held me and not him. so to spite her, he told me a story. like she dropped her toothbrush in the toilet bowl, and still used it. reached the bottom, where my class was cheering for me. i was already tearing up. bussed back to camp site. couldnt take part in the nature walk and rice farming. stayed in the mph with yogesh and jaren. talking, playing finger games. didnt get to bathe that day, apparently, they ran out of water. so thats where wet wipes came in handy. and powder too. had dinner, and then went for nightwalk. nightwalk was really boring and dark. but your eyes could adjust to see in the dark. no torchlights allowed. basically it was just a walk around the farm. kuakua. after that, we had campfire preparation before going back to our tents. it rained twice at night. and i had to be the one sleeping at the opening of the tent. and keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3&lt;br /&gt;Woke up even earlier, had breakfast. then went for first activity of the day, which was water volleyball. quite fun. next activity was the orang asli water obstacles. i fell in the mud twice. but i finished it. and third activity was bamboo rafting. campfire preparations while waiting for our turn. i would have to say, bamboo rafting was quite fun, although the activity was quite short. went to bathe. waited for terrence from 3F to bathe. apparently, he was bathing with someone else. packed up our tents, because they wanted us to sleep in the mph to save time the next day.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cOWC7MVbI/AAAAAAAAA5I/NPWq_lkEfuw/s1600/IMG_4854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cOWC7MVbI/AAAAAAAAA5I/NPWq_lkEfuw/s400/IMG_4854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455845245487699378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i was freaking out, cos there were so many bugs and insects there. like how to sleep. changed into a new pair of shoes. had dinner before going to campfire. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cOVnPzW5I/AAAAAAAAA5A/23mCXpMB6qU/s1600/IMG_4819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cOVnPzW5I/AAAAAAAAA5A/23mCXpMB6qU/s400/IMG_4819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455845238057950098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cOWj0gkRI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/EW1Iri7Ot1Y/s1600/IMG_4959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cOWj0gkRI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/EW1Iri7Ot1Y/s400/IMG_4959.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455845254318035218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;campfire was quite cool, considering they had a stereo system, and fireworks. our performance was quite screwed up. but anyways, had quite some fun. went back to mph, where we gathered in our classes with only our small bags. slept at 1am + because they were busy coordinating our sleeping positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4&lt;br /&gt;woke up again, had breakfast, and got ready to go back to singapore. quite glad to go back though. said bye to sunjay and balmond and fangqi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END&lt;br /&gt;so i have blogged about sec 3 camp. at least most of it. i left out some parts since it was not interesting at all.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;KENNETH•©&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-7284177445205557879?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7284177445205557879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7284177445205557879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2010/04/return-back-to-blogging-sec-3-camp.html' title='Return back to blogging, sec 3 camp'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/S7cJxFwbWvI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/1e_3Zl323a4/s72-c/IMG_4585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-1086324048614497997</id><published>2010-02-12T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T04:40:18.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Journey Ends Here</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was N.E.mation 4 awards ceremony. We didn't win, but as many would say, we already won inside our hearts. also the booth design! Im not going to deny it, but when I heard our team name called, the first thing that came to my mind was "F*CK". Yes its true. Yeah, but everyone has put in their hardwork and it has come to an end. Wanna thank my awesome teammates, from Catalysts, you guys are awesome, Daniel, Marcus and Khairul! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S3VLpltH_SI/AAAAAAAAAzI/EXyoztwEFl4/s1600-h/DSC09828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S3VLpltH_SI/AAAAAAAAAzI/EXyoztwEFl4/s400/DSC09828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437335302987840802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kudos to the rest of the teams, looking forward to the post nemation BBQ party, and possibly the trip universal studios singapore soon, yeah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-1086324048614497997?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1086324048614497997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1086324048614497997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2010/02/journey-ends-here.html' title='The Journey Ends Here'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/S3VLpltH_SI/AAAAAAAAAzI/EXyoztwEFl4/s72-c/DSC09828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-1739272932753116515</id><published>2010-01-15T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:50:12.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 JANUARY</title><content type='html'>ok, so its official, the nemation clips were released last night! waited till 12.15 am to view the clips! AWESOME!&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SllLcUa-NiI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SllLcUa-NiI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; GO SEE! its like 3 hard weeks of work put in to make this clip. so, do vote for my team, team catalysts from victoria school &lt;a href="http://www.nemation.sg"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt; Lots of prizes to be won! so hurry go vote for us.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i was quite amazed myself, when i saw the clip. BOOMZ! quite scared while i was waiting for the clips to be released! so just vote for us okay! THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, today there was PE, and before that i had a very bad stomach ache. so i tahan-ed, thinking it would go away soon. yeah right. it dragged on to PE, so i asked mr sng if i could go toilet. changing room cubicles locks were spoilt, so i had to use the staff toilet. why is it that the staff toilet looks and smells so much better than the normal ones? got flower arrangement somemore! LOL. so went i was done crapping, i went out, only to find that my class had left, so i searched the entire school for them, before coming to a conclusion that they were at east coast. yeah, so i ran there, technically its like 1/4 of the 2.4 i ran. ran there, and they were about to start. so before i could catch my breath, i had to continue running. legs were killing me. ran walk ran walk ran walk. mr sng excused me halfway cos i was not feeling well, but heck, i still ran. PUSH ON! YEAH! but i got last. lol. after PE was history, left early for newspaper interview with berita harian. met mr alex, haha, the journalist came, and asked lotsa questions lol. then it was time for the photoshoot. so called. haha, posed in front of the com. so anyways, the interview ate into emaths time, meaning i missed the emaths indices test. had late recess, mr chia was kinda happy today. lol? then went for chinese. we were split into groups for groupwork. cant believe mr wang actually took my lame-o suggestion seriously. WTF. after school, looked for mrs wong lm for retest, she couldnt give it cos she had a meeting. went home with justin goh. walked to shell petrol station to buy 8 days, out of stock, so i bought 1.5 litres of coke. 8 days didnt have my picture. sad, got scammed! LOL! anyways thats about it. yeah. just remember to vote for my team, and tell everyone you know to vote for my team. thats &lt;a href="http://www.nemation.sg"&gt;team catalysts&lt;/a&gt; from victoria school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-1739272932753116515?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1739272932753116515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1739272932753116515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2010/01/15-january.html' title='15 JANUARY'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2914827120071966101</id><published>2010-01-10T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T08:08:16.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:400%;"&gt;TIRED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'O' LEVELS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESULTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-2914827120071966101?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2914827120071966101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2914827120071966101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2010/01/tired-bored-tired-second-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-1046222723131141741</id><published>2010-01-07T06:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:27:19.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEC 1 CHOIR TRIALS</title><content type='html'>BOO! half of it sucked.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S0XtAamWz4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/iJ7gnusiYfE/s1600-h/IMG_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S0XtAamWz4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/iJ7gnusiYfE/s400/IMG_0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424001917633613698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S0Xs__3T3qI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ckr0R-38GnU/s1600-h/IMG_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S0Xs__3T3qI/AAAAAAAAAxg/ckr0R-38GnU/s400/IMG_0168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424001910456966818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S0Xs_rxrcEI/AAAAAAAAAxY/bCx_9poS0q0/s1600-h/IMG_0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S0Xs_rxrcEI/AAAAAAAAAxY/bCx_9poS0q0/s400/IMG_0167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424001905064636482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, josh and i were so called ushers. not to usher in the new year, just a bunch of bratty kids. esp the 1E kids. freaking used vulgarities on me. i wanted to point middle finger, but they would go "ooooooohhhhhh" and my reputation ruined forever! 1E just couldnt shut their trap. so i came up with this song (while on convo with benedict)&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;i wanna slap you&lt;br /&gt;but if i do i might get kicked out of school&lt;br /&gt;its complicated and stupid&lt;br /&gt;got your face slapped by my angry hand&lt;br /&gt;guess who wants to play&lt;br /&gt;wants to play&lt;br /&gt;bitch slapping game&lt;br /&gt;bitch slapping game&lt;br /&gt;curse me and mock me&lt;br /&gt;just wanna slap you for a minute&lt;br /&gt;got my nails on here, they're ready for some clawing&lt;br /&gt;lets have some fun your words are sick&lt;br /&gt;i wanna put my hand right on your face&lt;br /&gt;dont think too much just shut your face&lt;br /&gt;i really really really wanna slap your face&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;sing to "lovegames" tune&lt;br /&gt;that was impromptu by the way&lt;br /&gt;yeah, 1D was ok, not as pushy as 1E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A SIDE NOTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/S0XtAzzLAiI/AAAAAAAAAxw/yt_uUT-Z-VE/s1600-h/IMG_0165.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/_Pp6khgKfugg/S0XtAzzLAiI/AAAAAAAAAxw/yt_uUT-Z-VE/s400/IMG_0165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424001924398252578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosie got vandalised very badly, i didnt do it, but in my opinion, she just looks like a tranny on hormone jabs.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;KENNETH•©&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-1046222723131141741?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1046222723131141741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1046222723131141741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2010/01/sec-1-choir-trials.html' title='SEC 1 CHOIR TRIALS'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/S0XtAamWz4I/AAAAAAAAAxo/iJ7gnusiYfE/s72-c/IMG_0176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-4634120202052409200</id><published>2010-01-06T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T07:41:57.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 3</title><content type='html'>so its been 2 days since my last post, and just to emphasize my point, white long pants stain like crazy, its a dirt magnet. whatever you bump into will leave a mark. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;sigh, so anyways, on tuesday, the most important thing was that i got my green laser! :D *jumps for joy*. waited for 196, 197 and 31, twice!! after 6 times of waiting, 7th was the lucky number. went to bedok, met joel, leroy and some other guy, and jingwei, and ernest. i derived the word pasir ris from paris. dont ask me how, the guy there was wearing a shirt that said PAR- IS. ugly much?&lt;br /&gt;so i met george outside pasir ris mrt station, he passed me the laser and i passed him the halloween photos, which by the way were HEAVILY edited. played with the laser at white sands, some girls got pissed cos i shone it on the floor. must be the time of the month again. waited for jing wei to find his ci yu shou ce. no stock. met danesh at donut empire, he buys donuts there cos they claim there is no eggs inside the batter, hes vegetarian. took mrt changed to 9 and walked home.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;CLASS CLASS CLASS, SCHOOL SCHOOL SCHOOL. mr raphael ong complained that he was seeing us too much, and it isnt very normal. what an outrage. mrs wong chionged through emaths like crazy. mr imran was ok, at least managed to get my attention, i guess im just interested in physics? and art. went home with yogesh and josh, played bluetooth games wih josh on 10. went home, bathe cook and watched fringe. spammed fringe until 6pm. blah blah blah. bathe again and im blogging.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if this post didnt make much sense. just that lifes gone boring, nothing to complain or bitch about, and currently, im brain dead, which means blog posts with no cents.&lt;br /&gt;BAI BAI!&lt;br /&gt;kenneth•©&lt;br /&gt;ps/ i realised i gotta hater *GASPS* vote sylvia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-4634120202052409200?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4634120202052409200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4634120202052409200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-3.html' title='DAY 3'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-4642064720785895438</id><published>2010-01-04T06:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T06:36:54.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW CLASS</title><content type='html'>okok, so its the start of school. big deal, yes it is a big deal. gosh so many new faces. :O&lt;br /&gt;heres the summary: im secretary&lt;br /&gt;Zachary is monitor which is total dooms&lt;br /&gt;Wong Li Meng is actually quite nice&lt;br /&gt;Wong Wai Lit too&lt;br /&gt;Raphael Ong also&lt;br /&gt;I get sai kang jobs, so basically im saikang warrior.&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 life is so hectic&lt;br /&gt;Long pants stain like mad&lt;br /&gt;i miss my old friends&lt;br /&gt;im sitting at the back&lt;br /&gt;my chinese teacher i mr Heng/ wang&lt;br /&gt;GOSH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;how to survive?&lt;br /&gt;DIE&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;im trying to update, but im not in the mood, cos my fingers a re dead from making a new blog&lt;br /&gt;:O KENNETH•©&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-4642064720785895438?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4642064720785895438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4642064720785895438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-class.html' title='NEW CLASS'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-4155935058209701033</id><published>2009-12-31T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:01:06.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST DAY OF 2009</title><content type='html'>hello, in approximately 7 hrs and 10 minutes, according to time now, it will the start of a new year 2010! exciting much? okay, let me give you guys a whole fat list of awesome stuff throughout the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: SYF, gold with honours&lt;br /&gt;2: NEmation 4&lt;br /&gt;3: NDP 2009&lt;br /&gt;4: My birthday, coinciding with NDP 2009 Preview (thanks daniel for the tickets, as requested by benedict) haha&lt;br /&gt;5: Getting an imac an iphone&lt;br /&gt;6: Passing HMT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, thats all that can come to my mind, so im going to make a list of friends haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SzxoPUk4YyI/AAAAAAAAAvo/aGpc5z8mgAs/s1600-h/HAPPY+NEW+YEAR.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SzxoPUk4YyI/AAAAAAAAAvo/aGpc5z8mgAs/s400/HAPPY+NEW+YEAR.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421322663877960482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BEST FRIENDS OF 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;in no order,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Benedict Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daniel Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Khairul Azri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Marcus Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Derek Lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Joshua Benjamin Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Athanasius Koh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lee Jiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;John Tay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yogesh Tulsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomus Yong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;George Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;BEST CLASSMATES OF 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;----------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Benedict Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Daniel Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Khairul Azri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Marcus Cahn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Derek Lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Mel Valenzuela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Abdul Aziz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Timothy Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Low Qixun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Isaac Tay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Ho Cheng An&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Loh YingZhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;BEST CHOIR MATES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Joshua Benjamin Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Athanasius Koh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Enning Liu (for singing on stage every morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Hong Wen (same as above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Mel Valenzuela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Wee Jingye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Justin Goh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;BEST JUNIORS OF 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Leroy Poh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Clarence (vulgar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;WenYu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dwayne Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Mitchell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;JingWei Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Joel Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Andre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jack Soh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;NOT FORGETTING THE LAOPOKS OF CHOIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;-------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Aaron Liew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Low JunYew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jonteo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Myo Min Naing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Lim Yong Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Lee Jialok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Eugene Hsu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Sherman Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Clement Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Lim Likeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Ng WeiHeng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;JohnLee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Rifdi Bin Rosly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Alif Keenan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Gerald Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Nathaniel Quek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Hendrik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;JonPhua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Jia Hao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;N.E.mation 4 DUDES AND DUDETTES OF 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Ellery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Joshua Ngiam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Hazel Tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Jason Itchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Jaqueline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Serene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Nicholas Seah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Helena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Ho WeiSiong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Claudia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Photographer Dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Dhanesh Sharma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Meiling Lau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Samuel Lam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Ruoxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;FuYing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;XinYan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;YuQing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Daniel Yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Marcus Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Khairul Azri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Kelly Chow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;JooHwee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Pearlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Team 822&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Team from MGS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;JunHao Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Jeremy Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Viona Ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Chun Wai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Wen YiXiang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Lim WeiJie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Yeling Goh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Yilin Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Dorna Kash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Sherlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Shandy (not sure if its correct :O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Erica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;LeeFang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Crystle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;REST&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;WHO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;MADE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YEAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;THANK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE AND HAVE A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-4155935058209701033?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4155935058209701033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4155935058209701033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-2009.html' title='LAST DAY OF 2009'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SzxoPUk4YyI/AAAAAAAAAvo/aGpc5z8mgAs/s72-c/HAPPY+NEW+YEAR.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-6002698640335431658</id><published>2009-12-25T07:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T07:42:58.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WASTED</title><content type='html'>Vivo city has officially spoilt my christmas this year. yes i know, the church service was awesome, christmas was awesome until, vivo city came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three points why i hate it:&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;•The no signboard seafood restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-they are fucking money suckers.&lt;br /&gt;-they have super lousy service&lt;br /&gt;-the food there is not even good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, we went there for lunch since food republic was like super crowded. hoping that at least the damn restaurant could be a life saver. so we went in, no one even bothered to offer us a seat. and we waited for the lao niang waitress for 15 minutes before she even realised that she was supposed to give us a menu. when i got the menu i was shocked. looking at it can make you wanna die. the food there i so muthafcking expensive. mee goreng:$12, noodles: $20, rice: $12.&lt;br /&gt;wtf man, what do they think they are serving? it is only counted as acceptable if they cooked it with jewels and gold. but no.&lt;br /&gt;so we asked for the tim sum menu, since we were so not going to waste so much money on that lousy shit. century egg and pork congee: $4, wanton noodles: $6, chicken rice $6. fine, its cheaper, at least not so bad. bloody hell, when the food came, it was a PATHETIC portion. my congee bowl was only slightly bigger than an ashtray. so was the rest. and the food, was not even amazing at all, it tasted mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;later, two Caucasian ladies came in, wah the waitress run to them immediately, not wasting anytime to suck money from these tourists. basket, i not angmoh so you dont need to serve me is it? like seriously, i bet even the couple on a date felt terrible.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• the shops there are super lousy&lt;br /&gt;-no explanation needed&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;• wasted 45 minutes in a carpark trying to get out.&lt;br /&gt;-why? cos some asshole decided to anyhow park the car, and jam up the entire place. so we are trying to get out of the damn place for like how long, and these stupid asses who just got into their car, tried to cut into our lane, taking the shortcut. wait your bloody turn lah, you drive somemore i take shoe and throw at you.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;at least i got a pair of shades from aldo&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, that day when i was at tampines bus interchange, walking. someone called my name, and i stopped. and there was this stupid bitch behind me who "TSK-ED" damn loudly at me. who the fuck does she think she is? queen of singapore's walkways and paths?, more like queen of the bimbos who decide to walk closely behind people when there is so much space. want to tsk me right? lao niang decided to tsk her back. walao leh, that slut turned around and stared at me, basket, stare what stare? if you have all rights to tsk me, i have all rights to tsk you back. and its not my fault for just stopping there, who asked you to walk behind me? GET A DAMN LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;NOT IN A GOOD MOOD&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-6002698640335431658?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6002698640335431658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6002698640335431658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/12/wasted.html' title='WASTED'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-5955077058086576581</id><published>2009-12-24T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T08:31:24.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS CHRISTMAS PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>oh my goodness, i spent the last half hour sending out cards on fb, but its lagging, so id just upload here!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SzOXS741vxI/AAAAAAAAAtY/8cPog8-w-EU/s1600-h/merrychristmascard.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SzOXS741vxI/AAAAAAAAAtY/8cPog8-w-EU/s400/merrychristmascard.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418841128226373394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-5955077058086576581?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5955077058086576581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5955077058086576581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-people.html' title='ITS CHRISTMAS PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SzOXS741vxI/AAAAAAAAAtY/8cPog8-w-EU/s72-c/merrychristmascard.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2910239942278621788</id><published>2009-12-23T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:27:18.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SzMXszx9x_I/AAAAAAAAAtI/2YdiSGjnI3I/s1600-h/baubles.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SzMXszx9x_I/AAAAAAAAAtI/2YdiSGjnI3I/s400/baubles.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418700835238299634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SzMXsdQ9I2I/AAAAAAAAAtA/eeg5PV0J_uI/s1600-h/mc.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SzMXsdQ9I2I/AAAAAAAAAtA/eeg5PV0J_uI/s400/mc.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418700829194265442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO! its the eve of christmas, but i will still say! MERRY CHRISTMAS! WOO! the year is finally coming to an end. just wanna say thanks to those who have made this year an awesome one for me!&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SzMXs1gypaI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uMlrmaMpUbk/s1600-h/post+bottom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SzMXs1gypaI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uMlrmaMpUbk/s400/post+bottom.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418700835703137698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-2910239942278621788?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2910239942278621788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2910239942278621788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SzMXszx9x_I/AAAAAAAAAtI/2YdiSGjnI3I/s72-c/baubles.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-3207127805462660985</id><published>2009-12-18T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:04:47.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVATAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SytOY7uzH2I/AAAAAAAAArU/FYRSfCZQdI0/s1600-h/avatar-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SytOY7uzH2I/AAAAAAAAArU/FYRSfCZQdI0/s400/avatar-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416509167100960610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello! yesterday there was choir, yeah, mr kwei came. sang all the random songs, most probably because they didnt know what to do if they just sang la pregnant ( yes thats what im going to call it, i cant be bothered to type out the whole thing. so after choir, i was supposed to go ome, but since jonphua, jingye and joel was going, i went. luckilly i had 27 bucks with me. aiya, anyway, i was like tying my shoelaces while on the phone, when the 3 of them left, so i went down and they were not there like wtf, so i chionged to the bus stop just in time, while they boarded some bus. btw, joel has a shuffle, kuakua, so he insistently wanted to use my iphone. zzz. went to plaza, bought tickets, while jingye and joel were like quibbering about how much money this and that. lol, jingye took two 10 cent coins and handed them to jp, and he said, ok pretend this is fifty cents. rofl. so we walked around, while waiting for johnlee, gerald, hendrik, likeen. went daiso for $2 shopping, never bought anything there, calling it the daiso experience.&lt;br /&gt;so later, 4 of them came, had luch at kopitiam, i bought mee rebus, likeen bought meepok i think, jingye bought some korean food, jp bought japanese. i won the award for most worthit food. cheapest and good amount. so later we walked around while waiting, went yamaha, saw ridiculous music guides for beginners, like jonas brothers and hannah montana. lol, then we saw this music stand thingy, i said it looked like the excercise machine that old people use, jingye said that it look like walking stick. joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy: eh ahma! your walking tick what brand argh?&lt;br /&gt;ahma: aiyo i use yamaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also joked about how yamaha was very poor, cos they couldnt afford a real christmas tree, so they printed one out. lol&lt;br /&gt;then we went comics collection where majority of them got addicted to fifa 2010&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SytR0yqXrDI/AAAAAAAAArc/D_Cb8yKEY7A/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SytR0yqXrDI/AAAAAAAAArc/D_Cb8yKEY7A/s400/IMG_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416512944237685810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we were looking for people with life! so 3.30 we went to gv to buy snacks for the movie. yeah, i bought chips and large coke, stupid they didnt sell ruffles or lays. should have gone to the toilet before the movie started.&lt;br /&gt;SYNOPSIS: SPOILER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-carl sulley goes to pandora on mission.&lt;br /&gt;- he gets an avatar&lt;br /&gt;-he has to gain info on the people there&lt;br /&gt;-ventures out, alien girl finds him, brings to village, village dont like&lt;br /&gt;-blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;-humans come and destroy village&lt;br /&gt;-aliens attack back&lt;br /&gt;-finally, left the general&lt;br /&gt;-avatar tries to kill general, fails, alien tries also, fails, finally general is killed. happy ending whoo!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;so anyways, i couldnt enjoy the climax, cos i hadda go peepee very badly, but i didnt wanna go toilet cos i would be missing the fun, each time they missed the general, i was like fcuk! kill him already.&lt;br /&gt;got complimentary passes for a movie free, cos the movie cock up halfway.&lt;br /&gt;took mrt home, bloody crowded, we made fun of the mrt announcer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you see any suspicious person or article please inform out staff or call 1800 ******* and then its actually some charity hotline, thank you for donating $50"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, ok, done blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;KENNY•©&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-3207127805462660985?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3207127805462660985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3207127805462660985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/12/avatar.html' title='AVATAR'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SytOY7uzH2I/AAAAAAAAArU/FYRSfCZQdI0/s72-c/avatar-movie-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-3944961747575137979</id><published>2009-12-14T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:28:35.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N.E.mation 4 week 1</title><content type='html'>oh my goodness, i havent posted for more than a month, im so sorry, but i promised to blog right? so i will. after all i keep to my promises *hints*. ok so anyway, more than half of my holidays is over, main factor? nemation. yes, i wont complain, but what i will do is tell you how freaking awesome it was. so what if it was 3 weeks? it was 3 weeks of pure fun. ok ok. here goes!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;week 1, day 1, monday, time: 8.05 &lt;--- i presume&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;i took mrt to pasir ris so that marcus father could come and pick our entire team up, bought old chang kee. ate in car. drive past cactus road to nyp, a familiar sight. so we went to the auditorium, where we saw grace waiting for us in the middle of the room, with a hugeass stack of envelopes on the table, and she called us. i thought everyone got like some certificate or something, but no, it was koufu vouchers, supposedly to last us through 3 weeks! not for me though. we then counted vouchers then claudia came, and started asking questions blah blah blah. then they said can go in to the production room. but we didnt yet, then daniel theorized that we 'can' not 'must' go in. lol, i still remember. but anyways, we were the first team to enter. and when we entered, there was like loud cheers and applause. like wth, i almost had a heart attack. lol. so we were asked to assemble at the seats, in front of a hugeass flatscreen tv. saw everyone come in, wasnt really friends with them then, because we didnt know each other. okay, so they gave us a briefing, followed by an opening speech by LTC _____ &lt;--- sorry i forgot. then they played this slideshow video called "birth of the ten". something bad was gonna happen.there was like this super unglam photo of me. let me get it for you. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SyZxVm7hRFI/AAAAAAAAAqE/i-6-8H4-VM4/s1600-h/3940856641_63f4024021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SyZxVm7hRFI/AAAAAAAAAqE/i-6-8H4-VM4/s400/3940856641_63f4024021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415140218000983122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yes, thats my horrible reaction when we got our first results, i had fake blutack nails on, as you can see it on my macbook. and clearly, marcus is startled by me, and khairul just got a heart attack, he died shortly. KIDDING! daniel was just somehow cropped out?&lt;br /&gt;moving on. so when i saw this picture i was like %**^*^%$#!)^)!. and as if it wasnt bad enough, the laptop hung, and the whole video had to be replayed, lao kui can? then we were assigned to our workstations, YJC got the first 2D animation table, followed by RJC, then us then AHS. everyone's workstation had a wacom cintiq, except for one member from each group, who got an intuos, which daniel got, and used pretty well. hmm? so so so, jason came, and then he gave us a briefing on what our plan was. i was like sotong, blur blur, didnt get a thing. anyways, i volunteered to make the background, khairul and marcus got testing, while daniel did the characters. i thought background wasnt so hard. WRONG! *sound the buzzer* i had to redo it like 5 times, GARGH! i almost fried my brain. either the colours were wrong, the perspective was wrong or something was most definitely wrong. then razortv came, and interviewed khairul, on total defence knowledge, my answer of 25 for "how many years has it been since the first total defence day" question was right! HAHA! see? watching ndp does help. yes yes, so we just continued work, followed by lunch at koufu. i had chicken cutlet (WASTE OF MONEY) yes it was, deal with it. went back to work, day ended at about 6pm, then khairul's dad came to bring us to white sands.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;week 1, day 2 -4, time: varies&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;same thing happened in the morning, discovered apple south east asia is at ang mo kio and opposite apple is motorola. weird, considering motorola used to supply apple for their chips.&lt;br /&gt;same thing, i got the correct background design, and it was time to enhance. ENHANCE I DID! blah blah blah. not interesting. RJC girls called me tudou(potato) cos i was plump, and vs shorts is brown, my jacket is brown, hence, potato. that became my permanent nickname.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;week 1, day 5, monday, time: 8.15&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;HARI RAYA! khairul didnt come, we came in home clothes, because nyp couldnt on aircon for just us alone. so we just continued work. and waited for the promised mc donalds lunch, but as we all know, mc donalds always fcuks up delivery orders. so the trainers ordered kfc for us. i got one crispy chicken and one original. i didnt want original, but this mgs girl came and we swopped chicken, she wanted original, i wanted crispy. everyone happy. daniel and i took extra chicken, i fat so i take 3 containers of coleslaw. (no names please) haha, so we continued work despite no aircon. went home after that, while other teams stayed behind to catchup or something.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE! as promised, i blogged! :) week 2 coming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;KENNY•©&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-3944961747575137979?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3944961747575137979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3944961747575137979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/12/nemation-4-week-1.html' title='N.E.mation 4 week 1'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SyZxVm7hRFI/AAAAAAAAAqE/i-6-8H4-VM4/s72-c/3940856641_63f4024021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-3849915701302315410</id><published>2009-11-03T04:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:49:17.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN PARTY POOPERS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SvAiVUevVcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7Uze_BG7fBo/s1600-h/today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SvAiVUevVcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7Uze_BG7fBo/s400/today.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399853702887462338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why are these losers against halloween? lets read her letter again.&lt;br /&gt;• &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"IT IS with bemusement that I observe the young and impressionable in Singapore slavishly aping American/ Celtic culture by donning witches' hats and superhero costumes on Halloween"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, what is there to be bemused about? never watched a movie before? let me say, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"IT IS with bemusement that I observethe local actors and actresses in Singapore slavishly aping local culture by donning pontianak, pocongs and orang minyak costumes during the hungry ghost festival to film a local horror movie."&lt;/span&gt; see my point? whats so startling about people dressed in costumes? people do it at film galas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;• &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"How many of them really understand the origins of Halloween?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;here you go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Over 2, 000 years ago, the Celts celebrated a holiday they called Samhain (pronounced  "Sa-wan").  Samhain was the name of the God of Death.  Now you would think that a God of Death  would be a nasty guy everyday.  Well that may be true to the living but not necessarily to the  dead.  On the last day of October, (when the harvest season had ended and the days were getting  shorter and colder) the God Samhain allowed the souls of the dead to visit the homes they once  lived in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now this was a scary night for the Celts.  On that night they would leave their homes and  gather together in a field.  Once at the field they would build a huge bonfire, this fire was  as big as a torcher errrr tool shed, to scare away all the evil spirits and any ghost, goblins,  or any other demons that may be roaming around in the night.  I remember those times well.  It  was fun scaring those Celts silly! Oh how I miss those times.  I'd go visit my own home that I  once lived in but it is now a McDonald's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The holiday of Samhian was an ancestor of the halloween of today.  Although it was not called  halloween at first.  When the Romans first conquered the Celts in the first century A.D., they  added parts of two of their own festivals: Feralia, a festival held to honour the dead, and  Poloma, named after the Roman Goddess of fruit and trees. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well eventually the Celt religion was replaced by Christianity.  Somewhere around 800 A.D. the  Christian church declared November 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; as All Saints' Day to honour all the Saints  who did not have a special day of their own.  On this occasion people made their old customs  from Samhian and the Roman festivals part of the All Saints' Day rituals.  The Catholic church  also made November 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; All Souls' Day to honour the dead.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The mass said on All Saints' Day was known as Allhallowmas.  The evening before, October  31&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; became known as All Hallow Eve.  Over time the name has been shortened to  Halloween. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So to sum this story up, basically I now have 3 days in which to roam the earth scaring people  as opposed to the old one night I once had.  I would like to take this time to thank all the  Christians for thier generosity.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;abstracts from &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;http://www.100megspop3.com/msangels/halloween/halloween.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from there one can tell that halloween is actually the eve of the day to celebrate the saints, not as ghoulish as the hungry ghost festival. would you rather celebrate a day of eve for saints and be given candy, or risk yourself celebrating hungry ghost festival and get cursed? and another thing, not everyone's religion has to do with hungry ghost festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SvAmkSwQ7II/AAAAAAAAAnA/qc3J_VBgDYA/s1600-h/data.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SvAmkSwQ7II/AAAAAAAAAnA/qc3J_VBgDYA/s400/data.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399858358168644738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and ever realise that getai performances comprise of only 2 things? ladies who don thick makeup, and old 'ahpeks' who watch their performances just to ogle at those ladies, not very appropriate. id rather have have ridiculous people on the streets with light sticks, then them watching indirect porn.&lt;br /&gt;let me ask you a question? which is more sexy? a 20 year old lady with cup size D or just a young child dressed as a cheer leader? of course the 20 year old lady. so if shes trying to say that cheer leaders are inappropriate for the community, then we might as well ban cheer leading as a whole. because during occasions such as the national day parade many people are REALLY motivated without cheer leaders. YEAH RIGHT! that well answers her dumb question. and by the way, she really isnt a gal.&lt;br /&gt;go see&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;http://leonalo.wordpress.com/2009/11/02/halloween-lets-celebrate-the-hungry-ghost-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;festival-instead/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ANOTHER SOTONG&lt;/span&gt; is george lim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•"I FIND it abhorrent that the retail industry blindly apes the Western practices of Halloween as a cute and harmless activity for children. Even the Singapore Zoo has used the Halloween theme in its Night Safari programme. Toy shops and roadshows offer Halloween costumes and activities for shoppers. Many uncreative advertisements show gothic and gory pictures of zombies, vampires and demons. Witches, evil and the occult are promoted openly. There is nothing beautiful and beneficial in surrounding ourselves with a ghostly atmosphere. In fact, to the spiritually informed, evil is a real force not to be trifled with. It is disgusting to watch children paint themselves insane with blood and sores mimicking the dead. Our young must be taught to sanctify life, not to glorify death. I urge schools and the authorities to take a firm stand against the foul and vile practices of Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Lim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go read his beautiful archives of complaints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;http://gssq.livejournal.com/150751.html?thread=251103&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he urges the authorities to ban everything, but he himself does nothing. sigh, what has the world come to? what i one day i create a day called kennedween? are these people realy going to put my holiday down and give crap excuses on why we should ban it, just because of how people like to dress? NO&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/920753281410353698-3849915701302315410?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3849915701302315410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3849915701302315410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-party-poopers.html' title='HALLOWEEN PARTY POOPERS!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SvAiVUevVcI/AAAAAAAAAm4/7Uze_BG7fBo/s72-c/today.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-7525507243693605929</id><published>2009-11-02T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T04:38:43.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAB F*CKERS</title><content type='html'>my gosh! i havent updated for like so long!!!! im so lazy. anyways, these past few days have been so tiring T-T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people i would like to give an award for best cab snatchers.&lt;br /&gt;they are.&lt;br /&gt;keith sim&lt;br /&gt;derrick cosmas&lt;br /&gt;sundaresh&lt;br /&gt;vivek&lt;br /&gt;darren tan jian kai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the nominees. why did i nominate them? because those asses stole our cabs in broad daylight. not once, but twice! BLOODY HELL! so it was like after school, and joshua, yogesh and i were going to take a cab because it was going to rain and such. so we waited there, in the open for a fricking cab. we waited like 15 for one. and finally, it came, but guess what the fuck happened? keith and derrick bloody ran in front of us and snatched the damn cab. i was nice an gracious to pass it off, but those brats stuck out their filthy gross hands, and shoved their thumbs into their noses to do a "nenepoopoo" sign. BASKET! snatch cab still can do that??? you shove thumb, i shove trash up your nose. aunty! we have been waiting there for one cab to come and you just come in front of us and reap our fruit of labour. you go wait for your damn cab lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we continued waiting, and darren the dumb one pretended to be dumb, as if he wasnt, ran in front of us and flagged another fucking cab. its either hes too dumb to see that im in front of him or.... wait, hes just dumb. even a 2 year old kid has a higher IQ than him. and the taxi driver must have been dumber to let him take his cab. so we ran towards him and told him that we were waiting for a cab for 25 minutes already, and that fucker showed me his retarded face and shouted "too bad" and he continued running like a little girl. my god, a dumb guy that runs like a little girl, what has the world come to? you better know your limits, snatch my cab once, i get angry, snatch it twice i slice your damn head off. MUTHAF*CKERS! has everyone lost patience to wait for a cab, you know the patience that i still have??? next time i see them take my cab again, i will set their asses on fire. SHIT! i cant get darren's retarded face out of my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-7525507243693605929?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7525507243693605929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7525507243693605929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/11/cab-fckers.html' title='CAB F*CKERS'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-4278755239639816104</id><published>2009-10-18T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T17:55:49.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORNING, AWAKE AND COFFEE</title><content type='html'>HELLO!!! to those who just woke up, hi! to those who are still sleeping, laugh at them :)&lt;br /&gt;some sleeping records.&lt;br /&gt;i slept at 4am on sunday&lt;br /&gt;i slept for more than 14 hours before.&lt;br /&gt;YALAH YALAH! you broke this record before right! pfft.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i woke up today, i dont know why, amazingly without an alarm. then watching life after people on history. add chicken pies and a cup of coffee, and thats equals to a happy me. watching icarly in the morning is so nice. update more later.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;read my twitter :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-4278755239639816104?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4278755239639816104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4278755239639816104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/10/morning-awake-and-coffee.html' title='MORNING, AWAKE AND COFFEE'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-5401732435585398196</id><published>2009-10-10T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T03:46:23.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PFFT</title><content type='html'>Lol talk about twisting stories. I said "Move your butt la Kenneth". You were like "UGH!" and moved but still no space. So i got irritated and called you a "fatass" to move you. Apparently it worked.oh yeah you also missed out the part where you irritated everyone around you by raving on about me being fat and how you're gonna kill me.like 4 people came to me and mentioned your irritating raving lol. If you also noticed, i didnt call you a fatass anymore after Music until the part where you irritated me by talking about me so loud.So if you really wanna make a point, do more instead of splatting it all out. Oh I also didnt say "your fat ass your problem what". I said "Its good that you know" and only said that cause you said "Its a good thing the mosque burned"so next time if you wanna flame me on your blog, at least tell the true story.I alr apologized once and I wont do it again. And pls, if I'm Mister-Think-Im-Perfect, what about you? The one who is picking on everything i dio on a daily basis but not noticing the bad things you do yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats his reply people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my point in my previous post, is that i am very angry at *AHEM* for insulting me. not only did he fail to attempt to defend himself, he also proved my point right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lol talk about twisting stories. I said "Move your butt la Kenneth". You were like "UGH!" and moved but still no space. So i got irritated and called you a "fatass" to move you. Apparently it worked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see! right there. he went on to prove that he had clearly insulted me by not only calling me a fatass, but calling my butt big too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "oh yeah you also missed out the part where you irritated everyone around you by raving on about me being fat and how you're gonna kill me.like 4 people came to me and mentioned your irritating raving lol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont forget who started all this by saying "Move your butt la Kenneth" it was you! so what caused them to start raving to you, me. and what caused me to rave to them? YOU! you mr, are the root problem. and how can I miss out on the part where the people raved to you? when i dont know if they raved about me to you? unless you have super powers that allow you to know what things are happening even though you are not there. dont say channel news asia, cos they werent even there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "So if you really wanna make a point, do more instead of splatting it all out."&lt;br /&gt;hello? i already did more instead of just splatting out, hence you see your auto biography on this blog. and the reason i "splattered" to people is because, there was no computer at that moment to blog about that glorious moment, and even if there was, i still abide by the school rules, not like some people who always turn on their phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Oh I also didnt say "your fat ass your problem what". I said "Its good that you know" and only said that cause you said "Its a good thing the mosque burned"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello? cant you read? " (LUHRAYS) said "&lt;span class="blog"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;your ass fat your problem what"&lt;br /&gt;did that sentence even contain your name? NO! and i said its a good thing that the mosque burned down, so that you all can build another one, a BETTER one with better facilities? im giving constructive comments. gosh, you read my intentions wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)so next time if you wanna flame me on your blog, at least tell the true story.I alr apologized once and I wont do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said again, i remember every single detail that people do to me. if you want you can ask people. and the previous post was written on Wednesday, 7 October, 2009. and you "apologized" on friday after the english exam, while andrew was sitting on a table and you came to me BLAH BLAHING about. i don accept unsincere apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)And pls, if I'm Mister-Think-Im-Perfect, what about you? The one who is picking on everything i dio on a daily basis but not noticing the bad things you do yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER SAID I WAS PERFECT. i pick on things to give constructive comments, its up to you to decide if they are constructive or not. ever heard of reading between the lines and improvement? i also notice the bad things that i do. people tell me that. i even blog about my flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read: http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain-rain-go-away.html&lt;br /&gt;i accept constructive criticism, like the ones mr khor gives me. calling my ass fat isnt constructive at all. i already have motivation to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;-end of debate-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;ps/ if you want to argue, do it with support of evidence, otherwise you are gonna fail history. and do it with proper english, otherwise you are gonna fail english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blog"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-5401732435585398196?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5401732435585398196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5401732435585398196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/10/pfft.html' title='PFFT'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-383243908956851744</id><published>2009-10-07T04:38:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T05:22:09.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A CERTAIN SOMEONE THINKS HES PERFECT</title><content type='html'>I HATE ( nama rikaz). he thinks hes so perfect. i know im fat, but so be it. at least i have lost 2kg so far. he is so prejudiced against the not so sporty people in my class, me, khairul, marcus, derek... everytime its pe, he always goes "aiya why must you all come here, then you all ruin the game. you all just slack there in one corner and dont do anything. blah blah blah" what trash can? we slack? BULLSHIT! they dont even give us a bloody chance to play, hence we are just left there like sheep, roaming the area. piss me off and it wont be sheep, it will be ghosts. he thinks that we cant do sports at all. but excuse me, my team almost trashed your team in floorball. and guess what? his cca is also floorball. talk about standards. if this is the case, its either they suck at playing floorball, no one wanted to join so they had to get some hobos, or floorball is just too easy to play. he thinks that just because hes in floorball means he is on top of the world. i beg your pardon, but getting a career in floorball certainly is hard. go wiki and you will find only players from sweden, finland or latavia. good luck finding a career there, if you cant, either go begging, or just shut the hell up and stop bragging about a useless sport. not saying its totally useless, but he just gives the sport a bad image. even his friend thinks hes so uppety. "when he get the ball, he use his fat body to block the ball, and no one can see, but im smart, i bend down" -quoted 'someone'&lt;br /&gt;and before music, andrew was pushing isaac's wheelchair, and he asked me to move. and i moved. but as you know, my crumpler is stuffed full with stuff making my bag look like a dumpling. so that arse assume that my bag actually is a body part. assuming that i was that fat, and he screamed"move your fatass lah fatass!"&lt;br /&gt;FUCKWHORE! call me what??? i dare you to repeat that! i slice your butt off lah then you can call me fat, you think your ass very slim like heidi klum? dream on, even the blue whale cant compare to that magnitude of your ass! when you sit down on a chair, the freaking chair gets bent, so you think you solve the problem with a beanbag? fat hope. i bet gravity would pull the numerous fat cells in your ass down to earth, compressing the poor polystyrene beads in the bean bag. by the way, his name has the word aman, not to mean peace, its to remind people that hes aMAN not a girl.&lt;br /&gt;after he said that, i replied "whether my ass is fat or not is none of your business"&lt;br /&gt;and his stupid partner in crime ( LUHRAYS) said " your ass fat your problem what"&lt;br /&gt;my ass fat so what? jealous issit. go talk about your friend's ass lah, i bet theres more junk in his trunk. BUSYBODY&lt;br /&gt;some people just have no life, walking around, making stupid comments about peoples looks. i wonder if they were looking at a mirror when they made these comments. "my god you have such big moobs", he said, looking at the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;can these people ever get a life? i doubt so. they are hobos. as if hobo wasnt bad enough. they are lazy ones too. always doing work at the last minute. everytime i come to school, they either greet me by saying "eh, can lend me your maths homework to copy?" or " eh, you got do your homework or not? let me copy leh, if not i get detention" your detention now my problem? i thought its yours? since my ass is my own problem. bunch of retards. and if they cant squeeze out any sympathy juice from us, they go target other people, from other classes. they can copy from answer sheet somemore. mock test, they get full marks, real exam, all fail. what a stark contrast. i guess we all know where the problem lies. its not them, its THEM! these people only know how to turn on their handphones in school, blast shitty lame-o yesteryear songs. and talking about how manchester united trashed __so and so___. who gives a damn whether who won? unless, you are gambling/betting.&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to their next crime. gambling in class. oh! when teacher is not around they all play cards. you think what? filming "21" the movie. eww with such ugly faces, brad pitt wont mind calling you an inglorious basterd. when teacher come, wah all hide like crazy, all pretend to "do" homework (also known as copying). can hide cards where? socks, shoes, umbrella, underwear! so innovative? why not channel that creative energy and come up with different ways of doing your damn homework, instead of playing cards? any learning value? for toddlers its acceptable, because they get to count, but once they count to ten, then better stop. you in secondary school still cant count? shame on you. what did you do? bribe the teachers to mark your answer script? BASKET!&lt;br /&gt;i am so furious at him, i can think of 1001 ways to kill him. but of course im kind hearted and wont commit such crimes. just imaginary. only fools would do it *AHEM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experiment 873: bring _____ to sentosa, tie rope around his neck, tie the other end to the merlion's ears. throw him down. his body should split from his head, leaving the head dangling. now get children to take bats, and tell them the head is a pinata and tell them to whack it like mad. when they whack it open, they find nothing inside, because some people are simply airheads. when children get mad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experiment 591: make fine slits along his whole body, throw him into the sea which contains alot of salt. watch him scream. go "save" him. bring him back to shore and offer some lemonade which you will spill on him after pretending to fall. watch flies feast and lay eggs on his rotting flesh, and when the maggots are done, tell them its ______. they will puke and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM WARNING YOU. IF YOU PISS ME OFF! YOU WILL INCUR MY WRATH I TELL YOU!&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/920753281410353698-383243908956851744?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/383243908956851744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/383243908956851744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/10/certain-someone-thinks-hes-perfect.html' title='A CERTAIN SOMEONE THINKS HES PERFECT'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-7555199499309605180</id><published>2009-10-06T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:14:11.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW stage design; water stage</title><content type='html'>Hello! new stage designs here! for next years ndp. im trying to get the commitees attention! haha.&lt;br /&gt;its a WATERstage, meaning it incorporates water into the design. the stage has a suspended 360 degree led mesh screen. the surface of the stage is frosted plexi glass with led mesh below. it also has a rising platform which rises through the hole in the 360 degree screen. the stage comprises of 1 main body and 4 lower platforms. each platform has 3 fountains, while the main stage has got 33 fountains. this added up is equal to 45, which is singapore's birthday next year. and they will symbolize candles and will form a birthday cake. there is also water cascading down the sides of the stage. therefore i conclude this is a multi media stage! CHEERS! hope the NDP 2010 comm sees this and lets me design the stage! XD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SstsvRih4bI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NsrdH-dyI0s/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SstsvRih4bI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NsrdH-dyI0s/s400/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389520938496811442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SstsvFKG9gI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KX3-4XaxYk4/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SstsvFKG9gI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/KX3-4XaxYk4/s400/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389520935173158402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-7555199499309605180?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7555199499309605180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7555199499309605180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-stage-design-water-stage.html' title='NEW stage design; water stage'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SstsvRih4bI/AAAAAAAAAmY/NsrdH-dyI0s/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2615173181830506210</id><published>2009-10-04T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T02:45:41.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MYSTERY OF THE PAU, THE CHICKEN PIE, AND THE FAN</title><content type='html'>my dad came home from church today, and asked me, why the steamer still got one pau havent eat. he then asked me, why in the bin theres a chicken pie. then he asked me, why i unwound the fan cord so long. do you see a co-relation? if you dont, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up feeling super hungry, so i opened the steamer, and walah! two paus there, sitting there, waiting for me to eat them. i took out one, the paper was torn off with traces of paper left. i peeled out the rest, and ate the pau. i took out the second pau, but when i peeled the paper off, there was this black "worm" inside. i freaked out. you know, i dont eat worms, or at least things that look like worms. so i left it. and thats the one pau left (CLUE 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i opened the freezer to take out a frozen chicken pie. i had to eat something if not i would die. the label clearly stated, defrost for 4-5 minutes, and cook on high for 5-6 minutes. doing the math, that adds up to about 9 minutes. i popped it in the microwave, and went to watch 'LOST PYRAMIDS" on the history channel. after 7 minutes, i went to check on the pie. BITCH! i screamed and freaked and flipped! the freaking microwave had thick black smoke coming out of it. and i still thought it was the delicious goodness of the steam that was coming out of the pie. until i smelt the smoke. fish! it smelt like ammonia + burning styrofoam. i quickly opened the microwave door. the entire kitchen looked like sumatra with all the smoke/haze. i coughed. i couldnt breathe. i fainted, in my mind. (CLUE 2)&lt;br /&gt;i went out of the kitchen, and i took out the fan, to blow away the smoke. the cord was too short to reach the kitchen. so i unwound the cord and blew away for 10 minutes plus. gosh the house still reeks of the smoke smell (CLUE 3)&lt;br /&gt;when my parents came home, they didnt suspect anything. until they saw the 3 clues. i told them what happened.&lt;br /&gt;~END!~&lt;br /&gt;honestly, when you cook stuff, always monitor your food, dont watch "LOST PYRAMIDS" on the history channel while you are cooking, although its a realy good show. unless you have a tv in your kitchen. then good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way. when you eat a pau, its common knowledge to know that the dot on top means something, its not a decoration. tell that to zakir. if its a red dot, its char siew aka pork, if its a yellow dot, its chicken. if its a red dot and substituted chicken, it means the manufacturer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: lied&lt;br /&gt;2: is cheap&lt;br /&gt;3: label wrongly&lt;br /&gt;listen up its not my problem if you eat pork even after i warned you. i will just laugh&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/920753281410353698-2615173181830506210?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2615173181830506210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2615173181830506210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/10/mystery-of-pau-chicken-pie-and-fan.html' title='THE MYSTERY OF THE PAU, THE CHICKEN PIE, AND THE FAN'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-4616262793481954103</id><published>2009-10-02T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T07:37:40.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meal with an Alien</title><content type='html'>LOLOL! today was weird man. it was the last lesson of chinese remedial. come to think of it, i will miss HCL remedial. i dont know why, but ive got attached to it. last lesson ended with lantern festival riddles. i got one after many many hints. and i won a vs school logo keychain, which according to him is worth $10.&lt;br /&gt;*BREAKING NEWS!*&lt;br /&gt;peng hock is being such a toot&lt;br /&gt;*END*&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so i guess my fridays will be free now. sad.&lt;br /&gt;moving on. so i was walking to the busstop, and i sat on the bench waiting for 48, when suddenly, i saw a figure across the road, waving to me. i was like wth. i couldnt recognise him at first, untill i realised it was FRYMYDICK HENGPENGHOCK! omg . i screamed. it was like watching night of the living dead, except it was in the day. he was like gesturing me to wait for him as he ran/dashed across the street, with disregard for his life *AHEM*&lt;br /&gt;the first thing i noticed about him was his hair. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SsYLx3mWQeI/AAAAAAAAAl4/UL00fMpAlNw/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SsYLx3mWQeI/AAAAAAAAAl4/UL00fMpAlNw/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388006955561664994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my gosh, it looked so weird. it was like a human grown helmet. i puked. and he went "WHATEVER", pulling his hands over his head in that peng hock fashion. he said he was collecting his 'O' level cert. and i took his phone. blah blah. went back to vs, walking in the hot sun risking ourselves of getting cancer. then suddenly he got like damn pissed. "GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE!" he yelled/screamed/like a girl. showing me his weird pissed off face. being the nice person that i am, i returned it, with generosity, and walked away. and that parasite went to look for me. i was like "OH NO!" could it have been a sequel to night of the living dead in the day? Yes it could have. he demanded that i go parkway with him to eat. well, at least thats what i thought from his "im waiting for you to hurry". pfft, what english. i couldnt say no. i took bus with him, and on the way, we were commenting on each other. on how terrible each of us looked. but we all really know who is the real BEROS JAMBAN!&lt;br /&gt;so we went parkway, and we were deciding on where to eat, and i was like sushi sushi sushi. im mean like who can resist the delicious delights that japan has to offer. but he was prejudiced and said, "no japanese food! im the one paying" irritant offered to pay, and now hes blaming me. i dont have to eat ok? since i already ate my lunch, and stop trying to ruin my weight loss programme! ass, decided to eat at subway, but i didnt want to, cos i have been eating sandwiches for like the whole week. but, no choice, again *AHEM* so he went to draw money from atm using his card or something. waited for like damn long. then we went subway. he ordered first, because i didnt know how to order, and that freak wouldnt tell me how. so i pestered him. he got pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALKEAT TALK EAT TALK&lt;br /&gt;finally, he is done eating. my god, there were cobwebs everywhere already.&lt;br /&gt;then went, home. but before that, we went to look at hamsters. so CUTE! furballs sleeping on the wheel. FRYMY**** HPH claims that i look like a hamster, but hello? im much fatter can? look more like guinea pig.&lt;br /&gt;took 48.&lt;br /&gt;lardass didnt want to sit in front, cos he claims its super constricting for his little legs. took 10. he didnt believe where i stayed. but luckilly i alighted one stop after my usual stop. BECAUSE, I SAW MY FREAKING FACE ON TV! got interview somemore! ahem derek, i dont think it was that brief.&lt;br /&gt;see my face and applaud. thats my quote of the day.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-4616262793481954103?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4616262793481954103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4616262793481954103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/10/meal-with-alien.html' title='Meal with an Alien'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SsYLx3mWQeI/AAAAAAAAAl4/UL00fMpAlNw/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-7672380361918086755</id><published>2009-09-24T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T05:53:35.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAT</title><content type='html'>im so gonna lose weight. im so gonna have to lose weight. i cannot get any fatter. or i will get pissed. just wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**EDIT&lt;br /&gt;just because im fat doesnt entitle you to insult me. fuck off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-7672380361918086755?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7672380361918086755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7672380361918086755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/09/fat.html' title='FAT'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-6825568467566773633</id><published>2009-09-21T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:32:46.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOHLALA</title><content type='html'>hello! im back. i havent blogged for like eternity. but heck, i will give you what you came here for. My blog posts! haha. ok ok lets begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday(first day of school holidays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was choir. but i didnt go. why? mr zabid asked our team catalysts to prepare for the NEmation competition. so we spent out morning in the lab doing the project and having fun. and because maitri's group made so much noise, we decided to make more, by playing videos related to "girls screaming" on youtube. and this reminded me to show this hilarious video off a blonde doing the mentos and coke thingy, but this time using a condom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wwNxIS4mlQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wwNxIS4mlQU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super hilarious. khairul couldnt get enough of it. so anyways. at 12pm, derek came and marcus and i went to change. cos we were going sentosa to do chinese project! well not the project. but have fun! so after changing and meeting darren, we all hopped into marcus's dad's humongous car to sentosa. we alighted at vivo. and went all the way to the top level to the sentosa counter. lady told us to buy tickets via the vending machine. bitch! the machine only accepted $2, $5 and $1 notes and coins. and i only had a fifty dollar note. so i had to "borrow" three bucks from marcus. got the tickets and hopped on the express train. saw universal studios construction. awesome stuff. so we went to the merlion first where darren couldnt stop complaining on how hot it was and how he couldnt believe he was actually with us. so we were like wadeva. anyways, he was standing on the merlion walk while shaking his ass. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreMsaSaDpI/AAAAAAAAAko/xxzHQDfqJOM/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreMsaSaDpI/AAAAAAAAAko/xxzHQDfqJOM/s400/Picture+5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383926574143377042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how obscene. i bet the tourists are like "only in singapore you see people posing with their asses up high!" so we walked and walked, and my tripod didnt want to behave. pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to koufu food court to have lunch. what a ripoff. $5.50 for a measely meal. like hello? my fist is bigger than that chicken chop. and to substitute the bun, they placed an apple there. but we paid already, so no choice. while eating, derek was like "eh eh. zhang gang" i was like "where" then darren was like "there" poingting beside me, and it wasnt zhang gang, but mr wang jun and his family.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreMs9fuGuI/AAAAAAAAAkw/EKpx8GhgdcU/s1600-h/Picture+6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreMs9fuGuI/AAAAAAAAAkw/EKpx8GhgdcU/s400/Picture+6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383926583594457826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he was shocked when we greeted him. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreMtZq40AI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ZEB1GAY98K8/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreMtZq40AI/AAAAAAAAAk4/ZEB1GAY98K8/s400/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383926591157489666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;after that, we went on to the islands via the bridge. on the bridge, this guy walked up to me and said" how much did you buy this camera for?" pointing to my awesome a350 DSLR. and i was like "$1800" and he was like "cool!" lmao. when we stepped onto that tiny island, we saw this guy asking his son to pee in the bushes, and that guy was like totally peeing everywhere. so i wanted to take a picture. but the dad noticed and i moved my camera away, pretending to take the trees. aiya boring stuff. walk up the towers to take pictures. and back on the bridge. but this time. we decided to rock the whole thing. so we stepped left then right, simultaneously. and the whole thing was like swaying and all the children were screaming while clinging on the ropes for their very dear lives. what fun seeing children screaming. haha&lt;br /&gt;then we went to take the tram to fort siloso. while queuing, i was like debating on why we should watch songs of the sea. but the tram came. wasted. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreMt1-EaFI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jAgvYqe87RU/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreMt1-EaFI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jAgvYqe87RU/s400/Picture+8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383926598754134098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when we went fort siloso,  we bought tickets. and we asked marcus to pay child price, just to save $3. but the counter guy keyed in for images of singapore. and i was like "what!!!!" so loud. then i told him fort siloso not imaaages of seeengapour!!!!!! haha. he was like oops. we waited for the tour tram. im telling you. theres something strange about fort siloso. the entire sentosa staff are like heck care their jobs, but fort siloso staff are so polite. they smile regardless of whether you curse them or not. freaky.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreMuc_jsvI/AAAAAAAAAlI/lzNl20xxV88/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreMuc_jsvI/AAAAAAAAAlI/lzNl20xxV88/s400/Picture+9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383926609229361906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fort siloso was uber fun. we almost got lost hehe!&lt;br /&gt;then we sat the luge. ultra fun! but it cost $16 which burnt a hole in my wallet, and made derek's debt higher. due to the fact he kept borrowing money, because he tore his $50 note in a fit of rage. we got helmets. and rode down. derek and darren damn slow lah. while marcus was like speeding although it said slow down. but who cares. FUN! took skyride back up. darren was scared he was gonna die. and i realised that the safety bar wasnt between my legs. and i freaked. so i did a contortionist act in the air. lol.&lt;br /&gt;took second luge down, i was last. but got the honours of bumping darrens luge real hard. he screamed. walked to beach station to buy songs of the sea tickets for marcus and i. irritating blonde couldnt make up her mind on what to buy. luckily i got the tickets. rode the skyride back again. and we went to sentosa nature trail. super hard to find. and got tons of mozzies. but we got some pretty nice photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreN6XN73UI/AAAAAAAAAlY/gz0aEc1A7Kc/s1600-h/Picture+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreN6XN73UI/AAAAAAAAAlY/gz0aEc1A7Kc/s400/Picture+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383927913349111106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreN5_MwQ1I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JlPdUXqNAzk/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreN5_MwQ1I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/JlPdUXqNAzk/s400/Picture+10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383927906901705554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after that, derek and darren went home, cos they got no money left. so marcus and i bought slurpees while waiting for songs of the sea. he was doing puzzles, and this indian lady beside me, was like. "eh how come you in the third line, only got two lines, (pulling her daughter) stand behind the boy, dont want you to go out of line." and she was like telling marcus how to do the puzzles, and asking me what my itouch was. we went in and i got the same exact seat i had last year. the show started and we enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreN7_BL4_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/Gh7kC_pW9uw/s1600-h/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreN7_BL4_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/Gh7kC_pW9uw/s400/Picture+14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383927941212922866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreN7ccLqwI/AAAAAAAAAlo/DCmHi0tEUao/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreN7ccLqwI/AAAAAAAAAlo/DCmHi0tEUao/s400/Picture+13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383927931930913538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreN64DaHwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/WEt2Reh-U2o/s1600-h/Picture+12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreN64DaHwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/WEt2Reh-U2o/s400/Picture+12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383927922163326722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; darren and derek wasted sia. should have just dao-ed derek and come.&lt;br /&gt;BLAH BLAH BLAH! went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you enjoyed this post. burnt my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;part 2 coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-6825568467566773633?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6825568467566773633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6825568467566773633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/09/oohlala.html' title='OOHLALA'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SreMsaSaDpI/AAAAAAAAAko/xxzHQDfqJOM/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-1410164785457064094</id><published>2009-09-13T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T07:52:58.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sota isnt that bad after all. they apologized, and so did i.&lt;br /&gt;see how nice i am?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-1410164785457064094?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1410164785457064094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1410164785457064094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/09/sota-isnt-that-bad-after-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-6455682725282087133</id><published>2009-09-03T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T06:01:50.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEIRD</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sp-6AKPu-JI/AAAAAAAAAj4/uAGuGExm784/s400/pumpkin-vomit-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377220992016775314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell do people eat these days. it isnt your normal food. i was watching 'jamie at home' and realised he was cooking bunnies and pigeons. now i thought that pigeons are only cooked on mr bean. and rabbits!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW!! presenting the most disgusting foods from around the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sp-4tGNjCvI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Yjgr-9eco8o/s400/brain+sandwich.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377219565004720882" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sp-4sho3gUI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/HFQVyOIMQ7E/s400/Balut.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377219555187196226" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 384px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sp-4uQEfRBI/AAAAAAAAAjw/AmtMNAIYR6c/s400/Rocky-Mountain-Oysters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377219584830948370" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sp-78N2YNaI/AAAAAAAAAkI/HfvlyjVs-SU/s400/Bugs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377223123287946658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep fried cow's brain burger. honestly, why eat the brains when you can have the beef? and look at it, that thing is overflowing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally eew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;digustometer:©©©©&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balut. this is unhatched ducklings in the egg. slimy much, why eat it now, when you can eat it a few months later when it becomes a fatass duck. must learn to have patience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Digustometer:©©©©©&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, this is bloody sick. rocky mountain oysters, or scientifically speaking, deep fried bull's testicles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;horrible people, lazy to swim and get real oysters, so they go to the fields, and see a moo moo cow, and bang! the bull wakes up with no ******!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disgustometer:©©©©©©&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deep fried bugs. totally gross. not only will i not eat it, i dont even dare look at it. crunchy crunchy, go eat kfc lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Digustometer:©©©&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that concludes this short and random post, but b more creative, and eat something like mudcakes instead?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&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/920753281410353698-6455682725282087133?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6455682725282087133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6455682725282087133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/09/weird.html' title='WEIRD'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sp-6AKPu-JI/AAAAAAAAAj4/uAGuGExm784/s72-c/pumpkin-vomit-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-5536615300283204297</id><published>2009-09-02T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:18:02.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sp5fHZAJhJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/WoxUqGhSJ-0/s1600-h/Picture+13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sp5fHZAJhJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/WoxUqGhSJ-0/s400/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376839585702184082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;honestly, ads these days are getting ridiculous and dumb. just look. your level of intelligence has nothing to do with a picture meant to find out if you are coloured blind. honestly. another example, evony. from what i read, evony uses ladies with big boobs to sell the game to children or adults who seriously have no life, but in the game, there are no boob ladies at all. and i dont need 5 freaking evony advertisements to remind me that the ladies boobs are photoshopped, or 50 advertisements to ask me to change to an american green card when i am in singapore. GET A LIFE! advertise go advertise my face lah! &lt;div&gt;windows is officially the best os ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the best one to crash, die and burn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;got picked for n.e.mation, not really though, because 2 teams dropped out and we were given a place. weird.  but my entire holidays are taken up. no one told me its until 7pm. for 6 days, thats for the selected 20.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saving up for a creative vado hd. really want it. $299. next year perhaps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-5536615300283204297?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5536615300283204297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5536615300283204297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/09/honestly-ads-these-days-are-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sp5fHZAJhJI/AAAAAAAAAjI/WoxUqGhSJ-0/s72-c/Picture+13.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-753468022830657679</id><published>2009-08-29T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T04:03:18.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY LOSERS DAY!</title><content type='html'>hahaha, i got a replacement sim card. laugh at that loser who stole my phone. i just found new love for my iPod. dont know why, but heck. anyways, ria got suspended for slapping a 1F boy, because he called her black and hairy, or at least that was what i heard.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i have no idea what to do, so i will just do this thing from joshua ho's blog/ak/leejiang, and do this friend thingy. i will choose your worst picture from Facebook. that will teach you a lesson for putting it there. fuck, blogger cant put pictures. todays your lucky day man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHEM lets begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khairul Azri Bin Uthli. Crazy guy who is a big fan of Michael jackson, loves to make fun of his nose, and wants to kiss a certain fox one day. he also loves virgil chew when she say "ok hao". loves to copy my trademark designs, which pisses me off to no end, cos it looks hideous. his hair is uncontrollably curly, which sometimes leads to a disaster. can be sometimes really irritating, and is short. (CRAZY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Benedict Ling. let me start with the one thing that i remember him for, his teeth. it looks like he just ate chocolate, but thats besides the point. his hair is not that curly like khairul, but its severely dry like a broom. he is a extremely hardworking person but often does not achieve his expectations. i think. he loves attacking sundaresh and vivek for not going red cross. what can i say. (EPIC FAIL NERD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus Chan. even shorter. super crazy at academics, freaking smart. his favourite catch phrase is gwa gwa, but he claims its something else. dont piss him off or he will become real angry(ya right) then will start laughing 10 minutes later. he calls himself a pudding, but honestly its kinda a muffin bitch. ( CRAZY MAD NERD WHO GET ALMOST FULL MARKS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Yee. this guy, dunno whether dead or not, he is a pro at sleeping in class. who else can sleep with their eyes open and not let any teachers notice. he is kinda smart or very if he wants, he loves to draw manga or something and doodle on everything e can lay hands on like worksheets. sometimes he gets emo when people touches his stuff and he goes "ehhh" and i dunno why but he loves to snuggle up to khairul ang ming ren. :O (SLEEPER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek Lian. PRO SLACKER. he loves to slack and claim credit for peoples work. he loves to sing mariah carey songs but fails epicly. why? because when switches to falsetto, he goes super airy. irritating. copies my designs more than khairul. he also loves tissue paper, because wherever he goes he has a tissue in his hand which he uses to squeeze his nose until it turns red. (SLACKER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abdul Aziz. the chubby teddy bear. haha. he is kinda good at work, super good at IT. loves adobe. and laughs funnily. nothing else to say. (CARE BEAR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CENSORED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all i can think of so far, by the way, you are arranged in order of friend-ness. but you all are nice people. at least some are.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;Ps/ will add photos when i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/user/Desktop/5006_1158767602501_1027096251_30476207_5939362_n.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-753468022830657679?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/753468022830657679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/753468022830657679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-losers-day.html' title='HAPPY LOSERS DAY!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-8266612825273356355</id><published>2009-08-24T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:32:03.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>those people who kept insulting me are going to get it. you'll see.&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;certain songs sound quite sick when you censor some words only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU RAISE ME UP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-----------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i am ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all my ******so weary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when******* ******* and my ***** burdened me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i am *********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ******* here in the silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until you come and ***** a while with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you ****** me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i can ******* on mountains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you ******me up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to ****** on stormy seas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am ******* when i am on your *****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you ****** me up to more then i can ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I BELIEVE I CAN FLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i used to think that i could not ******** on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and **** was nothing but an awful ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but now i know the meaning of true *******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im leaning on the everlasting ********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i can ******** it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i can ******it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i just ******* it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;theres nothing to ****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believe i can ********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believe i can **** the *****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every morning every night an day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spread my *******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and ******* away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believe i can ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i see me ******* through that open ******&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believe i can ******* (x3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha, but honestly i am quite scared for tomorrow. identify one by one. what will they think of me. but they are simply cowards. so like what the heck. going for counseling soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-8266612825273356355?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8266612825273356355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8266612825273356355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/08/those-people-who-kept-insulting-me-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-3848583895654887470</id><published>2009-08-22T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T06:35:58.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAKING THIEF STOLE MY PHONE!</title><content type='html'>BITCH BITCH BITCH. effing raunchy. how could that little ass steal something from me without my permission. dare to lay hands on my bag, now its filthy. get a life.&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt have laughed when their iPod and money got stolen, i cheated the thiefs plan, now the thief has come back for me! big shout out to whoever took my phone. "FU-duuuuuuuuuuuuu-duuuuuuuuuuuuu-duuuuuuuuuuuu" in your face. may someone pour concentrated nitric acid in your disgusting maggoty face. BURN!!!! spoil my day.&lt;br /&gt;watched angels and demons again with joshua ho at my house. the sound was like crazy loud, thought the speakers were gonna explode. i told him there was a twist and kept telling him fake twists, and he was like EEEHHHHH! watched xiaxue's guide to life while eating mac donalds, and laughed our asses off until the fries in my mouth flew out. super funny. the universe is the illusion that sustains all reality. ask me that and i will nod my head in slo-mo. fun day.&lt;br /&gt;then it was choir the next day.&lt;br /&gt;then it was remedial following thursday. blast notes at mel, and saw a frog. erhem. remedial was ok. he gave me a book for my full attendance.&lt;br /&gt;getting an LG renoir. cos i cant get iPhone. bitch. thanks alot singtel/apple. at least its better than the stolen phone. you cant beat 8 megapixels.&lt;br /&gt;ok you can. but whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-3848583895654887470?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3848583895654887470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3848583895654887470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/08/freaking-thief-stole-my-phone.html' title='FREAKING THIEF STOLE MY PHONE!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-8181472283948942197</id><published>2009-08-18T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:36:34.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CA2 IS SO RETARD!</title><content type='html'>HAHA! Studying with Joshua Ho and Lee jiang and John is so productive, only when we are at starbucks and i actually shut my mouth. i think that day we studied for chem was SUPER productive, and i managed to improve my chemistry knowledge! bought a blended mocha venti, cost me $7. today, yogesh joined in for maths, and we went to mac donalds cos we were too cheap for starbucks! heck man! mac donalds is super cramped, and we didnt progress much, due to my non stop chattering with yogesh. and shaker fries is really pissing me off, it makes your fingers look like they went for manicure with seaweed designs. EWW.&lt;br /&gt;Personally i thought chem was easier then expected but dont get your hopes up too high. i would go crazy if i passed it, cos my chem SUCKS! HMT was slightly easier, and i got 30/50 so far, so i stand a chance to FINALLY pass the paper. they didnt even test the underlined words, and most were trick questions.&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow is maths, just need to study the formulas, and some of the harder questions, but theres still one thing that is left unchanged and that is the fact that i suck at set notations. LIKE IRRITATING! its easy for you, but i process info super slow so i suck at it, but nonetheless, i will try. gonna do presentation skills cards now.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-8181472283948942197?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8181472283948942197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8181472283948942197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/08/ca2-is-so-retard.html' title='CA2 IS SO RETARD!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-959625670757448941</id><published>2009-08-08T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T05:10:38.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY KENNETH &amp; HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!</title><content type='html'>hello helo hello! havent blogged for like so long. so im updating. as you all should have known, last week was my birthday. and i swear, it was FREAKING AWESOME! cosi went to ndp preview.ok, let me start by listing out all the people who wished me happy birthday, knowingly and unknowingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS&lt;br /&gt;•clara&lt;br /&gt;•grace&lt;br /&gt;•suzanne&lt;br /&gt;•93911095&lt;br /&gt;•marcus&lt;br /&gt;•joshua ho&lt;br /&gt;•george martin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON FACEBOOK&lt;br /&gt;•Fryderyk Heng Peng Hock&lt;br /&gt;•Benedict Zapzap Ling&lt;br /&gt;•Aaron Liew&lt;br /&gt;•Brian Csw&lt;br /&gt;•Joshua Benjamin Ho&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;although basyir bin othman attempted to spoil my day, he totally epic failed. im so gonna give him an empty psp box on his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, dont care about that ass. lets move on.&lt;br /&gt;so it started out on saturday, woke up and ate breakfast. then bathe and put on ndp outfit! includes a totally flashy light up badge of the singapore flag. hehe. then, my insurance agent/ friend picked us up. we went to marina square to eat at... BILLY BOMBERS! haha, the food is freaking awesome. i bought seafood pasta, but apparently, my insurance agent/ friend was allergic to that. but nevermind, it was awesome. then we bought chocolate fondue. which is a total yums! its like all the assorted stuff there for you to dip in the chocolate! love the marshmallows! and i also bought cookies 'n' cream milkshake, and it was so good. the waitress even made it in front of us. but ended very anti-climax, because as she was shaking, alot of the ice cream was like soaring through the air lah. but it was nice. its not everyday that you get to see ice cream flying.&lt;br /&gt;then we walked around, and stumbled upon athanasius, who so happened to be going to ndp preview too! ok lah, i knew he was going anyways. then i went to city hall to meet my friend george who was accompanying me to ndp preview. i cant believe he doesnt know where city hall is. then we went to the floating platform. collected funpacks! i got lime green. so awesome, but inside abit faulty leh, the torchlight blew and got no water. nonetheless. then we went to our seats. gosh the stage is like so nice can. used to hate it. but its really practical.&lt;br /&gt;wait and wait for it to start, but we were kept occupied. setting up our equipment. tripods and such. then finally, it started. the host are like super hilarious. especially mark lee, mainly due to his hokkien. ndp was like FRIGGIN AWESOME! I CANT EXPRESS HOW FRIGGIN AWESOME IT WAS!!! THANK YOU DANIEL FOR THE TICKETS! if you wanna know how awesome it was, look for me.&lt;br /&gt;after ndp we walked to marina square. on the way there, there is this like huge trash receptacle area, so everyone was like throwing there bags of trash inside. throw like damn far lah! but not accurate. this lady kena hit like 6 times, so she got pissed off, and started shouting. haha&lt;br /&gt;then we went sakae sushi to eat dinner. i had udon and and a deluxe sushi platter and root beer. $33 !!! so expensive. but who cares. its my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to action city to buy a water dispenser shaped as a penguin. quite cute, so i bought it. george bought one too. it "encourages" me to drink more water. eh $10 only leh, unbeatable price. then we took mrt home. sia lah! so awesome. next time when my webshow airs, i will talk about it ok? talk and talk and talk. haha&lt;br /&gt;i updated, so&lt;br /&gt;BYE! :)&lt;br /&gt;ps/ thank you to all those who made my birthday so special!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-959625670757448941?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/959625670757448941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/959625670757448941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-belated-birthday-kenneth-happy.html' title='HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY KENNETH &amp; HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-3831418111425116751</id><published>2009-07-24T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:15:35.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO FUCK YOURSELF</title><content type='html'>honestly, what i type is my opinion. none of your bloody business to tell me what to do. so what if we are "premier"? who gives a damn. dont tell me how i should control my life, because THIS IS MY EFFING LIFE! so holy is it? go evangelise to others, im not gonna listen a damn thing or even give a bloody hoot. "fun and relaxing" huh? 'go reflect on yourself'. so go fuck yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-3831418111425116751?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3831418111425116751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3831418111425116751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/07/go-fuck-yourself.html' title='GO FUCK YOURSELF'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-974131345240531240</id><published>2009-07-23T07:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:36:14.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUST WIN NDP TICKETS!</title><content type='html'>submitted my 5 entries for the contest! hope i win! wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-974131345240531240?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/974131345240531240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/974131345240531240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/07/must-win-ndp-tickets.html' title='MUST WIN NDP TICKETS!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-625142222481191610</id><published>2009-07-13T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T06:50:02.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEEKEND FUN!</title><content type='html'>ok ok! big news first! i won an award for best in the art elective programme! how awesome is that? im gonna walk up that stage on speech day and claim that awesome prize! must cheer hor! haha.&lt;div&gt;ok ok. enough of bragging. saturday was CRAZY! first thing, i got a 15 hour sleep. woo! energized! then went for cantamus girls choir concert. but one of them got suspected of H1N1. but they got screened and they are fine. so i went for the concert anyway. they sound bloody good! the alto solo can really project her voice! but we had to wear a mask during the concert. and after the concert, i went to buy the cd, but it cost $10, and i only  had $10 for dinner. and what do you know? jason lent me $10. guess he isnt that bad after all. ( no offense). aiya, the cd is so addictive! can put it on a loop. after that, went to marina square for dinner at macs with jack, joshua, henry and jing wei. then, we went to the floating platform the side, to watch.... NDP! just the last part. the awesome fireworks. but joshua ho was walking too slow, even after i told him to hurry. nevermind. so jack and i ran all the way there. and then it was like the grand finale. watched the last part. sing along to some songs and the theme song. then the best part and the worst part. its was the FIREWORKS! but it rained. but i didnt give a damn. watched it in the rain. jack used his JACKet to cover us, should have brought an umbrella. the fireworks were like SPECTACULAR! omg its like *bom bom bom* then like a supernova burst in the sky. then pushed through the crowds, got lost, ask a policeman where to find the mrt. yeah found it, then went home! awesome day man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and stop asking me why i stupidly stood at the side to watch. I DIDNT GET ANY TICKETS. i have bidded for them for like 7 years. but only all those aunties who dont understand english go. like what the hell. its like watching a movie in some shit language. no point watching something you dont understand. let me go lah! im very patriotic. but but but. i think the government blacklisted me. haha. like hello. i try so long cannot get. those lao auntie anyhow talk crap and they get. bitches! and my only hope left is like joshua ho, since he claims that his family gets tickets every year! give me ok!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and today school sucked like SHIT! worst thing happened. teacher *arhem* changed my seat. like what the hell. his reason, " because you talk to much! its for your own good" yeah yeah. refer to post below. i want to talk i talk can? other people talk, *arhem* doesnt give a damn. urgh! but at least we are doing ceramics tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-625142222481191610?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/625142222481191610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/625142222481191610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-fun.html' title='WEEKEND FUN!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-7204919260415000015</id><published>2009-07-02T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:26:43.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAD ANGRY</title><content type='html'>ranting post here, its just how i feel towards choir. &lt;div&gt;in general, it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; too strict. whats the point of being so strict? is it just to put on a show to impress people? is it a competition with others to see who can be the most discipline? or is it to show off your authority?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; we have no rights. i never had a say in anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; it was bad, the 2007-2008 comm. then the 2008-2009 comm was abit worse, and so far, the current one is the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; choir is so mundane and boring, its like watching snow white and the seven dwarfs a thousand times. at least with clement and aaron around, there were some jokes and i felt that choir was abit livelier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; we havent accomplished a single thing so far. all i can recall is us trying to rush ourselves to learn a bloody new song in 3 days, for an event that no one gives a damn about, or an important event attended by music illiterate people who dont understand a thing about music. i mean like whats the point of perfecting the song so much when no one actually gives a hoot. when we perform, i see the audiences faces are like dead, giving me the feeling that the message they want to convey is "idiots on stage singing rubbish that i hate, i cant believe i was bribed to attend this thing". maybe thats the reason why they keep saying look at the conducter, so that we do not get discouraged from the 'kaobei' faces. you can sing the same song out of tune, and they wont even know the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; what rights do they have to physically punish us. dont tell me this, " oh, so and so teacher gave us permission to punish you guys". nonsense, teachers let alone principals are not allowed to physically abuse, punish or torture students, unless they have commited a GRAVE mistake. so if they cant, how come students "in-charge" can? you dont own us please. we're not dogs or some other animal which you can do whatever you want to do to it. but but but, even animals are protected by SPCA, see? they have their own rights, we are humans, surely we have our own rights too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; make you hate something you love. yes its true, i love singing, i sing wherever i go, in shopping malls, on the roads. i do it because i enjoy it. so what if we sing so well but dont enjoy it. do you think that if we win top honours or some other award, the people who dont enjoy it will celebrate. currently, being in this cca, is like being married to someone who a) doesnt like you, b) someone you dont love or c) someone you hate. im not going to let this cca or whatever destroy my passion for singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; in choir, if you were to lift your leg, it is considered as fidgeting, so it is not allowed. so, what if someone has a severe cramp in his foot? what if someone suddenly suffers a stroke or a cardiac arrest? oh we will just have to stand there and not yell out in pain cos its disrespectful, and moving in agony is considered fidgeting? if someone is in pain, we do not help him, cos moving there to help is considered fidgeting. and did you know that if you stand still or not move for a prolonged period of time, you can get 'deep vein thrombosis' ? which may leave you paralyzed, with the need to amputate some part of your body, have neurological damage or even death? so if someone were to die during choir from this, who do we blame? the choir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; torture for fun? committee members tell other members to pump someone they hate? oh yes! i vividly remember, when the soprano section got pumped by abctabciabcnabcgabczabchabcoabcu, he counted real slowly to watch us suffer in pain as he entertains himself. and at the corner of my eye, i saw him playing around with a soccer ball while we were being pumped. my nature is to to talk. people who know me personally will vouch for this. has anyone told you this before "you dont talk will die argh"? i dont know if you will die from not talking, but i know that i will if i dont. i have many opinions to say, both good and bad, many things i recall that i have to say, interesting stuff to say, if i dont say it out, i will feel unease, which in my case is equivalent to virtually dying. i tell jokes occasionally, to make people and myself happy? is that wrong? dont tell me, theres a time for everything, you want to talk, do it some other time not now. dont give me this bullshit. everyone says this, so if person a tells you not to talk during his 'period' and talk during another period, and you want to talk during that 'other period' but person b tells you what person a told you, and this carries on, what other time can we talk? ah recess! great idea, guess what? i have no close friends. its true. thats why im so depressed. i may not look like it due to my "cheery face" i put on all the time, but inside is all the anger and sadness that has built up over the years of teasing, bullying and all the other shit. i never had any real friends that i could talk to or convey how i felt, i have no one to cry on. even if i have a real true friend, he would already be studying in another school, and i wont be able to see him or her for a long period of time. i try to have a carefree attitude, but apparently, thats not working either. its this or that thats preventing me from enjoying my life while i can. so i came into this world just to be prevented from having a proper enjoyable life because of all these stuff? think about it. how would you like having your childhood or whatever taken away from you? if you have experienced it before, why not try and stop this curse form spreading on and on for generations, think about how many peoples' life you can make better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are still many things that i have to say, but never will get to. i dont know if this post even means anything to you. you may be reading it and be thinking " aiya, just some ass making a big fuss for show". but this means alot to me, its my only option available to me now to express how i feel. this post was originally intended to post something more happy, but i guess, thats just another facade i would put up to fool you guys into thinking im just an attitude person. yes i have a temper, its not as bad as it was last time. but thats just me. dont go flaming me, forming gangs or cliques to beat me up or something, i bet you have something to say too, but you're just too scared to say it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-7204919260415000015?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7204919260415000015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7204919260415000015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/07/mad-angry_02.html' title='MAD ANGRY'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-6703529685289736009</id><published>2009-06-15T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T06:50:50.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSERT TITLE HERE</title><content type='html'>hello! i havent blogged in like a million years! ok, my links are not on the blog YET. i accidentally deleted the links. anyway, the holidays have been real trashy, i completed my maths and finished my science and 3/4 of OPW, read a wee bit of chinese and havent even done my english.&lt;div&gt;and officially choir sucks. i dont even know why i go for choir. we never accomplished anything yet. aiya. nothing interesting to blog about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-6703529685289736009?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6703529685289736009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6703529685289736009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/06/insert-title-here.html' title='INSERT TITLE HERE'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-6171473454842867162</id><published>2009-06-11T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:20:43.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SKIN! AGAIN</title><content type='html'>hello! i havent been blogging for so long. im so sorry. but the new skin is up, due to the huge problem in the previous one where YOU complained that you couldnt read because its yellow and white. EXCUSES! but hey, new skin. no criticizing, especially alif keenan. famous for doing so. urgh&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-6171473454842867162?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6171473454842867162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6171473454842867162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-skin-again.html' title='NEW SKIN! AGAIN'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-1416984782785869331</id><published>2009-06-01T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T17:24:20.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT FEELING WELL</title><content type='html'>hello! its officially 8.22am now, im in school. doing what? in the animation studio lah, like duh, im helping conduct a workshop! but but but! i  dont feel so god. im aching all over, and my throat feels horrible, and i just feel like throwing up! please dont tell me its the return of the flu! oh no! omg now got stomach ache! wah piang eh! going toilet now....&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-1416984782785869331?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1416984782785869331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1416984782785869331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-feeling-well.html' title='NOT FEELING WELL'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-7302168999114289557</id><published>2009-06-01T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:59:51.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOTOS!</title><content type='html'>hello! as promised! here are pictures! enjoy :)&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO3O067m6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/BUatups0Qf4/s400/Picture+47.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342315048343411618" /&gt;my stage design. built by me. its a model.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO3PiR5cxI/AAAAAAAAAc4/DpFoYcqaOwQ/s400/Picture+48.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342315060519334674" /&gt;the marina bay floating platform seating gallery. its grey cos i had no other coloured spray paint and grey/silver looks nicer.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO39P4wVLI/AAAAAAAAAdo/uAWI9tRKaHo/s400/Picture+55.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342315845856023730" /&gt;the rising platform on the stage. it rises to about 6 times its original height. and it works via a scissor lift mechanism. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO38k1ILeI/AAAAAAAAAdg/fpLZmapNBQo/s400/Picture+54.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342315834298084834" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO37ylUiyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/gl0a37WSfvw/s400/Picture+53.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342315820810013474" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO37BYc5KI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/dlGxvfYPmy8/s400/Picture+51.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342315807602697378" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;aerial view&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO36IVKigI/AAAAAAAAAdI/BFQYE-bvEww/s400/Picture+50.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342315792288090626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;aerial view stage side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO3QlIDIlI/AAAAAAAAAdA/TLkxI805iY8/s400/Picture+49.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342315078463201874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiP6qA7LlgI/AAAAAAAAAd4/D6i6viqVJvg/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342389182701213186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stage at night CGI lights! will build them soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO2b4mQ6tI/AAAAAAAAAcI/mf2jAhIijss/s400/Picture+42.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342314173157141202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;philadelphia cream cheese mushroom pasta! first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO2a580JjI/AAAAAAAAAcA/FZnMz7RHO6Y/s400/Picture+41.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342314156340291122" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO2ZwXA-6I/AAAAAAAAAb4/VpDOdEx5gQs/s400/Picture+40.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342314136585960354" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiPKRWWFvmI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Kh7uwP-Eybc/s400/Picture+43.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342335982396358242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO37ylUiyI/AAAAAAAAAdY/gl0a37WSfvw/s1600-h/Picture+53.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO3N0gzGkI/AAAAAAAAAco/-vPa7fCRM3U/s400/Picture+46.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342315031053933122" /&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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO36IVKigI/AAAAAAAAAdI/BFQYE-bvEww/s1600-h/Picture+50.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;creamy mushroom pasta! better recipe than previous attempt, but! it was too salty, and i got sick eating all that salt. lesson learnt, ever add too much salt and chicken stock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO3M-Azk6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/9eY4gZpvp24/s1600-h/Picture+45.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO3M-Azk6I/AAAAAAAAAcg/9eY4gZpvp24/s400/Picture+45.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342315016424231842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;cream of mushroom soup. again too salty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hope you enjoyed these pictures! will post recipe soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ps, i got fever, 37.8, now 37.3 after panadol. hope it doesn't rise cos tomorrow is an important day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO2ct2BDuI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/wRcsuUK_BTY/s1600-h/Picture+43.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/920753281410353698-7302168999114289557?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7302168999114289557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7302168999114289557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='PHOTOS!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SiO3O067m6I/AAAAAAAAAcw/BUatups0Qf4/s72-c/Picture+47.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2464779778831180970</id><published>2009-05-29T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T08:26:47.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTERTAINMENT FOR CHEAP</title><content type='html'>hello! im so good lah. i get like free entertainment, its cheaper than watching tv. ok get to the point. so i was like going to write a post on some sec 1 who calls me names and stuff. was going to title it the "little _ucker" (add in appropriate letter) but i was too lazy to type it. but in good timing, today is a better day to blog about him. cause it involves mr chia. &lt;div&gt;just to get you back up to speed. how i know this guy. EARTH DAY, ria asks us to create an earth day board. totally used us, to get her promotion and she lied to us. anyway, after spending much time and effort on the project, its finally complete. i wouldnt say its my best work, but i put time into it, so i dont care, its still my work, + ganesh and khairul and darren and some other random people. so we put the board up on display in the canteen. if you think it was ugly, go away. or better still, go change your mind about how ugly/hideous it looks. so the next day, during recess, i was like walking near the board, and (enters the ******). and he and his little group of merry men hover around he board(they are damn short). making comments on how __________ the 3D globe looked like. so he made this comment, " eh walao eh! the earth look like my balls, and the white stuff (points to antartica) is my _______" how egoistic, no self esteem, so in a desperate attempt tried to make himself feel better by making that remark *AHEM* back here please. and his friends started like laughing. i bet he bribed them to pretend to be his friends, like hello? who would want to be his friend right? so i stared at him like how black ladies do with WIDE open eyes. cause thats what i always do when i am appalled. so he was like "stare then stare lah!" he asked me to stare so i stare. like hello? being guai and follow instructions! so he got like fedup, and stared at my *TUUUUUUU* and like thats so pervertic, so i slapped him on his shoulders, like in an 'oei' kind of manner, and that rascal went to beat me with him puny pathetic hands. but it hurt. so from then on he like hates me me, and called me gay. so after my anger dissipates, i decide to like forget about him. WALAO EH! hes like jealous of me or what. next day his whole class starts calling me gay. and i get pissed and showed him the middle finger, but the main reason why hes called the little _ucker is because the only 3 things he can do is say fuck, gay, and point the middle finger. back to where i was. so i go ahead and tell my friends about the guy. i mean like gossiping is fun. and SURPRISINGLY, marcus knows this guy. so he went ahead to confront the guy, and all the guy did was point the middle finger with both hands and his toes, but they are so gross and dirty i didnt bother to look at them. like eww, i might get a cataract looking at them. marcus now becomes a witness, a key factor in what is to come. so the little imp gets more fedup, and spreads to his class about my new name "gayface" like comeon, the name is so cheesy, his imagination is so limited, too much fucking around i guess. so like two days ago, i was like drinking coke and having fish 'n' chips, and i mixed the coke with the tartar sauce and shit and it became some crap sauce, so i went to return the plate, and i walked past his class table, and those little imps were lie prancing around me singing "gayface" theme song. hello? not robin hood. and they anger me, so i raised the plate to their faces and smiled, so what i was trying to imply was that, if you piss me off, i might"accidentally trip and fall, and spill this hideous sauce and your effing faces. then after returning the plate, i buy vitasoy, and walk to my class able and that horrible guy, held a wanton mee bowl soup and attempted to pour it on me. what the fuck! what has happened to the younger generation? terrible man! two days later. aka today. i have my food and return my plate. and just s im about to but my vitasoy, guess who i saw? yes you guessed it! robin hood, a shorter one. and he realised i was beside him and he was like "eh! gayface hehe" walao eh! so i got pissed off. and he went to tell his friends about me. see im so popular that i got fans. fake ones. and his merry men prance around me calling me gay face, but i dont respond. and their reaction was like "eh he not doing it leh" like what the hell. doing what? sickos. so i walk around the canteen, holding my choir file an drinking vitasoy. and lo and behold, mr annoying walks up to me, sees my choir file and screams "ee why you join choir? GAY!" yes i know, may all choiristers kill him, but as we are civil people who have integrity, we live in the silence of being associated as gay with the word choir. like how does singing make you gay, like rihanna is gay, nope! why cant something like hockey be gay? i always see them banging each other? back to where we are. i get pissed off, and i want to spit my vitasoy and his face, but i think of the financial crisis, and the 40cents i just paid for my drink and decide not to do so. so after recess, i go back to class. andi see mr khor, and i say "sir, can i go and see mr chia to complain about a guy who keeps calling me gay". and i didnt expect him to take it so seriously, so he forces me to go with the monitor, if not the class doesnt get back their report books. so boh pian. and i bring my witness, marcus along with me. so we see mr chia and tell him what happened. and he demands that we bring the boy to see him, or he will whack him after the holidays. so we went to find the boy, and they are like buying class photo. unexpected, i mean like who would want a photo with him. waste of money right? back to the point. we bring the guy and explain to his form teacher which also happens to be my ex physics teacher, and so mr tan got angry, and started yelling at the guy. " gerald ( i think its spelt like this) you are in deep trouble, i have warned you before......" so on the way to see mr chia, he attempts to butter me up, but failed, like im not gonna soften up after all that has happened! we bring him to see mr chia, and mr chia starts hollering at him horribly, and he said that he respects me due to the fact that i controlled my anger, and said that i could have punched robin hood, but didnt, so i was like happy. and so robin hood had to write a statement, and i went back to class feeling HAPPY. like hello? your enemy is brought down, so like yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; ~END~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, my results have improved. and my creamy philadelphia cheese mushroom pasta was great man! the paprika and all. i think i got the recipe wrong, and put cheese instead of whipping cream, but who cares, it tasted great! major yums! i will post a photo of it soon. it looks so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-2464779778831180970?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2464779778831180970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2464779778831180970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/05/entertainment-for-cheap.html' title='ENTERTAINMENT FOR CHEAP'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-5972865962829908279</id><published>2009-05-20T03:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T03:40:42.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>omg! maths results are back. not good. 56/100. like what the hell. im scared for geog and science and literature. must study harder leh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-5972865962829908279?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5972865962829908279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5972865962829908279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/05/results.html' title='results'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2356814711317054256</id><published>2009-05-19T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:22:42.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EFF•ELLE•YOU</title><content type='html'>ok! hello people. i think im finally well enough to actually blog. couldnt blog or do anything since i fell terribly sick. the doctor said that my entire system got messed up. here goes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•friday (day before vesak day) i had my maths paper, kinda hard, but did it anyways. so i went home to "celebrate", with maggi mee. BAD CHOICE. after having lunch i went to build my model stage, then went to nap. woke up had dinner and slept. then i woke up again then i felt that my throat had some weird feeling like something is stuck in it. so i thought to myself "dammit!" went to tell my parents. gave me water and peipakao. and since its already 11pm, the doctor not open. so i went back to sleep. but i couldnt. my head was burning hot. so i grabbed a towel and soaked it to put on my head. and at that time, my sense of direction got damn fucked up. so i nearly fell down the stairs. after sponging my head, then i fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•saturday (vesak day) flu became much worse. went to see doctor, BUT BUT BUT, its vesak day remember? public holiday is equal to clinic not open. kaninabei. went home, had some beehoon, but it tasted shitty so i ate only some. gargled with salt water. took panadol. strepsils. and went to sleep. CANNOT SLEEP. then, i started to hallucinate. horrible stuff, i started panicking and crying. i was damn scared. luckily my mum came, and i realized it was all fake. went to eat porridge with sardines. took more panadol and strepsils, and went back to sleep. like what the hell, sleep sleep sleep. damn boring can? started hallucinating again. dinner, had some porridge but couldnt eat any, cos everything that i ate, i threw up. so i survived on plain water. then my parents brought me to see a chinese doctor. you know the makuang thingy. basket! that clinic also not open. went to buy more medicine. went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•sunday. same as before. but the chinese clinic finally opened. the nurse dumped a mask on my face. went to see the doctor, and halfway i vomited, water. pathetic. temperature was 37.9. went home had lunch and the HORRIBLE chinese medicine. it smells like shit. went back to sleep. had dinner and sleep again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•monday. no school, so stay at home and study for literature. study study study. watched the finale of amazing race, and went back to study. until i realised that the paper the next day was english. wah lau eh! nothing to study for english. so i went back to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•tuesday. went back to school. didnt feel well. i was sweating like crazy i swear. sweat sweat sweat. stand under the fan still sweat. and stupid marcus was chanting "mushrooms" in the miss fox voice. pissed me off to no end. then i took temperature. 36.6. WTF and im still sweating? anyway, marcus big mouth go tell mr khor. go down to take temperature with this scanning thing. 35.5 kaninabei!!!! what the fuck was wrong. so i went up, grabbed a whole load of toilet paper to wipe the sweat off. monitors shoved a mask at me. then i did the paper. but i couldnt breathe. everytime i wrote something, i felt breathless. so mr khor sent me down to the general office. call my parents to pick me up. cannot stay in sick bay cos got another guy inside. so i waited outside on the bench. father came and picked me up. then waited for my mum to bring me to a western doctor. give more medication.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•wednesday. struggled to do literature. for me it was hard. went home. try and study for chinese but nothing went through. then i suddenly cannot breathe. so i tried resting and smelling all the balms and oils and fragrances. all failed. started crying, cos i was scared i was gonna die from lack of air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•thursday. still cannot breathe properly, couldnt take chinese exam. went to see doctor again. doctor said that i was hyperventilating and asked me to breathe into a plastic bag. didnt work. so he gave 2 relaxant tablets. like comeon! ive eaten like 6 different kinds of medicine. what is this? i didnt order the all in one flu!!! what the fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•friday. the start of my worst nightmare ever. no school. BUT BUT BUT!!! i couldnt sleep. i felt terrible. vomited at least twice, and went to the toilet more than 10 times. still cannot sleep. tried listening to music but the music sucked, so cannot sleep. tried watching indy mogul, the simpsons, and the entire macworld keynote. BUT WHAT THE FUCK! cannot sleep. damn sad lah. i felt dead. went to eat breakfast which consisted of a chicken puff. couldnt eat it. vomited it out. tried going back to sleep desperately for like damn long but cannot sleep. tried to use the com but lost interest within 5 minutes. even watching martha stewart was horrible. panic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•saturday. still couldnt sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•sunday. went to church. prayed that i could sleep. went to eat pasta. went home. and threw up again. then there was this severe sharp pain at the back of my head. so went to put ice and stuff. and slept for a glorious 15 minutes. woke up. pain gone. eat dinner watch tv and still couldnt sleep. can you imagine how fucking tired i was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•monday. went back to school. didnt feel well but just go. then i vomited again, and that sharp pain came back. couldnt take it anymore. monitor brought me down to sick bay. staff brought me to the hostel. then my father came. had a meeting with the principal. talk and talk. (private) went home to see doctor. he said he couldnt help me anymore. so he gave me more anti-vomiting tablets. went home slept for 1 hr. woke up watch tv. AND FINALLY! I SLEPT. while watching my school daze. too boring i guess. thanks mediacorp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• tuesday. stayed at home and did nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;•wednesday. blogging now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope i can sleep tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-2356814711317054256?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2356814711317054256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2356814711317054256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/05/effelleyou.html' title='EFF•ELLE•YOU'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2941132735497957646</id><published>2009-05-05T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:59:50.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SA1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SgA4P-JMiPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/h30YGk6y8UI/s1600-h/fail.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SgA4P-JMiPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/h30YGk6y8UI/s400/fail.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332323805837428978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SA1. omg. ria is so gonna kill me. what a sucker. after the exams, im going on a movie marathon. and, i have submitted my IP application. theres going to be alot of controversy coming up. but heck them. my mum said that if i dont apply, shes not going to give me any more allowance. woah. cleaned my keyboard and mouse. all the shit that came out is DISGUSTING. 5 sides of paper covered with dead skin cells, just from cleaning the scroll ball on my mouse. i thought it had died, but apparently, all that shit made it "spoil" so now its working. tomorrows chinese paper 1 &amp;amp; 3. then its science and maths. i must get at least a B3 for all subjects, except for AEP which i have to get A1. zabid needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-2941132735497957646?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2941132735497957646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2941132735497957646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/05/sa1.html' title='SA1'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SgA4P-JMiPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/h30YGk6y8UI/s72-c/fail.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-7881005529649727580</id><published>2009-05-03T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:58:09.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IP or no IP</title><content type='html'>this is taken from "anotherleaps.blogspot.com"&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sf1N8IWN0WI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kQxB3LzL7s4/s400/Picture+14.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331503229304688994" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 362px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sf1N8XD7eWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/QY3SWImzk5o/s400/Picture+16.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331503233254521186" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 362px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sf1N8WoJaDI/AAAAAAAAAZg/8xz2sK9MgM8/s400/Picture+17.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331503233137993778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 362px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sf1N8rUf_pI/AAAAAAAAAZo/EE7zSCO1Rlg/s400/Picture+18.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331503238692732562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuck man. im in a freaking dilemma. two choices, IP, or NO IP. &lt;div&gt;WHY I SHOULD GO FOR IP,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. at least i dont have to sit for o levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. at least i have a place in  jc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. so i dont have to face some people! *ahem* i blogged about them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. most of my best friends are going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY I SHOULD NOT GO IP,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. quite stressful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. what if i cant cope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. i like my current cca, in fact i LOVE it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. my seniors will discriminate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel like crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im in a corner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;there are two paths for me. mmmmm :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ALAO EH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-size:24px;"&gt;I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:medium;"&gt;good thing is i cleaned my keyboard:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/920753281410353698-7881005529649727580?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7881005529649727580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7881005529649727580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/05/ip-or-no-ip.html' title='IP or no IP'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sf1N8IWN0WI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/kQxB3LzL7s4/s72-c/Picture+14.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-4924876316936914825</id><published>2009-04-29T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T05:17:10.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES</title><content type='html'>life is so ****ed up right now. intending to apply for IP, but no teacher wants to write a refferal letter for me. oh well. im stuck in this school for 3 more years i guess. mr khor screams at us for asking him to write letters, and he's only writing 3. mr zabid my last hope said, "NO! it doesnt concern me". ms lau is forcing me to go to penang, so i gave in to her. she claims that the sop section is pathetic. rude-dems. mr khor and the cleaner got mad with me because i placed the globe that was removed from the earth day board outside on the corridor of the class. he demanded me to remove the "pile of rubbish he had seen for a long time". gosh. hes really pissed with the class now. some shit sec1 who only utters the word fuck and points middle fingers thinks hes so good. he was insulting my earth day board, saying the globe looked like his balls. so i stared at him. then he said "stare lah!" so i GLARED at him. then he stared at my groin. how perverted of him. so i tapped him on his shoulder. i wouldnt say tap, more like a harder tap, cos its so gross to stare at _________. so he got :E and then he thumped me on my chest and started saying fuck. bloody hell. if i didnt control my anger, i would have taken out my penknife and slaughter that guy. slice him into pork cubes. but i didnt want to get into any trouble. so i ignored him. but that little ****er kept bugging me with constant 'fucks' and when my friend confronted him, all he did was say? FUCK with 2 middle fingers. hello? did his brain suffer from lack of vocabulary? he went to 6 years of primary education just to say fuck? i felt like telling him, i dont think your balls are so big, oh, i get it, you got no self esteem eh? trying to decieve yourself of your size huh? IDIOT!&lt;div&gt;too many IDIOTS out there. no life call people gay. for what? for just some LAME-ASS fun for them. not funny. maybe trina was right? hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-4924876316936914825?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4924876316936914825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4924876316936914825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/04/updates.html' title='UPDATES'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2116453529489889197</id><published>2009-04-23T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:00:56.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>**** you ___________!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SfBykYK7-DI/AAAAAAAAAXw/H3E7SL3GIKI/s400/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327884328468478002" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SfBykVTmRNI/AAAAAAAAAXo/gv_gOiVyIvU/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327884327699498194" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SfBykYK7-DI/AAAAAAAAAXw/H3E7SL3GIKI/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SfBykYK7-DI/AAAAAAAAAXw/H3E7SL3GIKI/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SfBykYK7-DI/AAAAAAAAAXw/H3E7SL3GIKI/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SfBykYK7-DI/AAAAAAAAAXw/H3E7SL3GIKI/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hat is his problem? its not like making a video is easy? im using final cut, which is way harder to use. if he wants a fast video, i'll give him windows movie maker file lah. simple what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SfBykYK7-DI/AAAAAAAAAXw/H3E7SL3GIKI/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;REASONS WHY I CANT SEND THE FILE JUST YET TO HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1# I havent finished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2# The file has not even be rendered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3# No one wants to do the voice over for the video&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4# he merged two roles into one and made me do it. i can also do an interview what???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5# he's so self centred. like hello? i have a life too! he just demands and stuff, and what? threatens me with a teacher. come on man! we still have a week to do it lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6# I am very busy. with exams coming up and after all those competitions. who knows, he may be studying while lying to me about doing the project. i've had enough being a scape goat, doing all the work while the rest get some easy job and claim my credit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/920753281410353698-2116453529489889197?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2116453529489889197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2116453529489889197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/04/you.html' title='**** you ___________!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SfBykYK7-DI/AAAAAAAAAXw/H3E7SL3GIKI/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-3801926125642495454</id><published>2009-04-16T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:09:22.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VS CHOIR GOLD WITH HONOURS!</title><content type='html'>hello! its been about 4 hours since the results of the competition, and we have reclaimed our award of gold with honours. WOOO! all the hard work has finally paid off! when they announced our results, i was cheering and crying. aww.&lt;div&gt;and waiting for the results isnt fun AT ALL! the suspense was killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to reflect on our achievement, my blog has gone GOLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while waiting for the results, joshua ho and i went to watch "17 again" we found it lame, but damn funny at the actor's/actress's reactions! hilarious can. and zac's hair is like so garbage-y!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SADLY, im being bugged by my chinese group leader to make a video. he thinks its easy, but its not. video editing takes days to complete. and if he wants it easy, i'll give him windows movie maker style videos! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps/ hope got half day tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-3801926125642495454?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3801926125642495454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3801926125642495454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/04/vs-choir-gold-with-honours.html' title='VS CHOIR GOLD WITH HONOURS!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2611428160051096729</id><published>2009-04-06T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T08:25:44.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK•MY•PHONE•IS•DEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-2611428160051096729?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2611428160051096729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2611428160051096729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuckmyphoneisdead.html' title='FUCK•MY•PHONE•IS•DEAD'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-5070066405953446584</id><published>2009-04-05T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T08:48:25.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEED A NEW MAC FAST</title><content type='html'>omg! omg! omg! my macbook almost died on me! it has died on me 3 times already. OMG! i really hate it when that happens! then i have to re install the entire thing. ands thats bloody annoying!!!! so i have 3 options&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1: save up for 3 years to get one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2: beg my parents to get me another mac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3: someone sponsor me one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEED AN iMac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why? because i do heavy editing, both video and image. and my current macbook lags just at the sight of final cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/920753281410353698-5070066405953446584?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5070066405953446584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5070066405953446584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-new-mac-fast.html' title='I NEED A NEW MAC FAST'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-5616292075582002331</id><published>2009-03-30T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T07:22:32.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREED</title><content type='html'>yes, its true, one can never be content with what he has. but if you actually look at what you have from a different perspective, you will realise how blessed you actually are. i take myself as one example, im a materialistic person. i have a mac, an ipod touch, a dslr and other stuff that i have. but compared to the people around me, i already have much more than they actually want. but even so, when "new" items or products are released, we have this mindset that we have to get them. for example my macbook is older than the new ones, but compared to them, mine still beats them in many areas. i have to learn to look at things from a different PERSPECTIVE, and learn to enjoy the better side of life. like do things that make me happy, like designing stages, and going into lala land. oh well, its time to wait.... a few more years&lt;div&gt;school is such a bummer anyways. bombarded with homework which they dont go through, all that wasted time. cca just got even more annoying, day by day, im so tired i cant even show my facial expressions when im singing. must put cucumber on my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok ok, my latest want is a green laser which cost i think about $99, but just in case, i'l save up a little more should the price go up, only have to save up for 2 more weeks, approximately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, and global warming stinks, its so damn bloody hot. singapore should impose a no driving for 2 hours scheme at rush hour, and have earth hour EVERYDAY! yes, that will really reduce the carbon emissions by SO MUCH! haha, if not we will be living underwater soon, 8 meters i guess? see you soon! and if you see me materializing, please send me to lala land instead. thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-5616292075582002331?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5616292075582002331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5616292075582002331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/03/greed.html' title='GREED'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-8952594148529557867</id><published>2009-03-21T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T08:55:04.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESSED OUT</title><content type='html'>ok! i havent been blogging for like AGES. sorry, but i have been EXTREMELY busy with stuff like choir, homework and projects and stuff, even though its the holidays. dammit! i can see two big puffy eyebags. this past week has been real hectic.&lt;div&gt;anyway, late BIG NEWS! i got my DSLR, a sony alpha 350, + PLUS an 18-250mm lens. its awesome ok! and you may find this weird, but i made a model system of the opening ceremony of the beijing games. zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, choir has gone bonkers. discipline has stepped up to crazy. SLs have become nutheads, vulgar, abusive... blah blah blah. so clement had this like "confessional" thing like the ones they have on american idol, to tell them how you felt about choir. yeah, told hem how i totally felt, like how tz is power hungry, abusive, vulgar, mental and so on. SHOCKER! :) and i feel that choir is like controlling my life right now, like what i am thinking of 24/7 is choir. and i feel that after singing the 3 syf pieces for like ______ times, i am starting to get bored and pissed at it, last time it used to be I HATE KUCINTA! then it became KUCINTA IS NICE and now, KUCINTA IS LAME. mundi used to be really colourful, now when i sing the song, i feel that the world is not being restored, and it is being damaged to shit, so when i sing it now, im like **** must sing again. white horses is plain lame. and now im so tired from the intensive practices, i sleep at 7.30pm, wake up at 12pm, but still feel damn tired. even using the computer feels boring to me. im feeling the side effects of a smoker even though i dont smoke. eww&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luckilly i have completed my homework, so no need to frizzle out over it. SAD. actually got more stuff to post leh, but im so stressed that i totally forgot everything that has happened. thats why i keep a blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE -_-||&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-8952594148529557867?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8952594148529557867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8952594148529557867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/03/stressed-out.html' title='STRESSED OUT'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-1021622582362634289</id><published>2009-03-14T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:36:06.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FLU BUG</title><content type='html'>ok! thanks to a particular guy in school by the name of sanjeev, i caught the flu bug. how? he spat in my chicken rice. told that faggot to go away, but he refused and decided to raspberry me, with blobs of saliva landing on my plate. i gave him a geyser. stupid asshole, i will punch him in his face so hard, even LBK would look better than him. I HATE HIM! so now, im stuck with some shit medicine which smells like sanjeev! DAMMIT. i have like a sore throat, a friggin headache and other shitty ailments and shit.&lt;div&gt;BUT BUT BUT! DSLR is coming tomorrow, oh well tomorrow is in like half an hour. cant wait sia! FOUR YEARS of waiting is coming to an end. WOOHOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and my msg is a disgusting 3.0! thanks to chinese and english and lit. i got 4 A1s 2 B4s and an F9 :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chinese drama sucked today. i didnt screw up in lighting, but our class didnt win. total waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, heres something for the HCL2-4 people to view. something benedict sent me. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uoSFMTYhVSs&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/uoSFMTYhVSs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9rKj5uMQ5jw&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/9rKj5uMQ5jw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;div&gt;the lady in pink looks like DA FENG CHUI! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-1021622582362634289?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1021622582362634289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1021622582362634289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/03/flu-bug.html' title='FLU BUG'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-6960192791116772261</id><published>2009-03-11T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:19:27.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING THIS SUNDAY 15 MARCH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sbe4_JFQpnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/e7jS30L6ACU/s1600-h/7833-sonya350frontlens2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sbe4_JFQpnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/e7jS30L6ACU/s400/7833-sonya350frontlens2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311917680416040562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-6960192791116772261?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6960192791116772261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6960192791116772261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/03/coming-this-sunday-15-march.html' title='COMING THIS SUNDAY 15 MARCH'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sbe4_JFQpnI/AAAAAAAAAWI/e7jS30L6ACU/s72-c/7833-sonya350frontlens2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-8760842770586475984</id><published>2009-03-04T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:18:19.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>hello! haven't updated for a while. just a look back at the geography field trip to the hydroponics farm. here are just some pictures i took which i think are nice.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sa6Ka7LcDRI/AAAAAAAAAVg/i7PK6hSBw7g/s400/Picture+51.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309333205883292946" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sa6K-_IkhSI/AAAAAAAAAWA/lptDl1TnQDk/s1600-h/Picture+45.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sa6K-_IkhSI/AAAAAAAAAWA/lptDl1TnQDk/s400/Picture+45.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309333825420297506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sa6KvebBj9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/tUEjIjhQeSg/s400/Picture+50.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309333558941290450" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sa6Kj_Y6epI/AAAAAAAAAVo/YEPkJBhjmug/s400/Picture+52.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309333361632377490" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sa6K3vGFUpI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tngQwbyBLzU/s1600-h/Picture+53.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 244px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sa6K3vGFUpI/AAAAAAAAAV4/tngQwbyBLzU/s400/Picture+53.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309333700855812754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nice? anyway, i am chosen to sing at the ritz carlton, unfortunately, and we have to sing ondeh ondeh, and iddem dem malida. do we have to sing those songs? i totaly erased those from my memory. ok, so i got back all my papers. half happy half dissapointed. i got A1 for physics, maths and geography, B4 for english and literature. F9 for chinese. i hope that i get A1 for AEP. haiya. im like so close to getting my DSLR. oh well. and i aint gonna go for the hang zhou trip. cos im so not going to have to suffer there for a "great experience". &lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/920753281410353698-8760842770586475984?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8760842770586475984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8760842770586475984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/Sa6Ka7LcDRI/AAAAAAAAAVg/i7PK6hSBw7g/s72-c/Picture+51.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-6140172910114016189</id><published>2009-02-28T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:55:08.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HURT</title><content type='html'>everyone seems to hate me right now. even my senior thinks so too. they talk behind my back, or blog secretly about me. they use me, like when i help them and i request a small favour, they say they dont care about me. only when they want something, are they so nice, but when they dont need you, they throw you aside in a corner, alone, cold and sad. this sinful and evil world. no one can be trusted, except for the few out there, who care, for even my closest and best friends seem to have turned their backs on me. speaking evil deeds. you know who you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-6140172910114016189?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6140172910114016189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6140172910114016189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/02/hurt.html' title='HURT'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-9063962134608794122</id><published>2009-02-27T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T04:25:16.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLA!</title><content type='html'>hello people! ok i know its been ages since i last blogged, but who cares! ok new skin for the opening, again of this blog since i became unprivate. and the links are replaced by pictures. so click on the faces of the person's blog you want to visit, and... BOOM! you're there. instead of the boring text. oh, and if you want to be linked, tag on the tagboard with your blog, and too bad if you don't recognise your face.&lt;div&gt;ok, life update. CAs are finally over, and today was the last one, given by the blonde. at least the paper wasnt so hard like the other one. i would have to say that out of all the papers, science was the easiest, followed by geography, then.. literature. chinese was the best! not even 25% of the paper. the entire class failed except for 2 people. a china guy, and cheng an. and they only got like 2-4 marks above the passing mark. BOO for da feng chui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; secondly, the entire class is forced to wear the school tie for an entire week/ until discipline improves, so stop mistaking us as a class of prefects. i aint no puppet for the "CID" officer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;third, SBS service totally sucks. ok fine, not all of it, but some busdrivers do. ok, imagine. me and my friend took bus number 10, not so crowded. the bus travels a few stops, reaches chai chee secondary, and a whole hoard of stinkbombs with like the ultimate B.O. and a couple of bimbos/twirps. i'm about to alight, i press the damn bell, and i go to the front door, since the back door is so far away, and its damn crowded. it was like mumbai or something. then the busdriver doesnt open the door. i ask him nicely to open the door, then i shout at him to open the damned door. he refuses to. i have to walk to the back door, while trying to push through some girls who think they're hot chicks, sticking out their butt ugly asses, refusing to move as if i do not exist. when i finally reach the door, the fugged up busdriver closes the damn door, everyone laughs. end of story. WTF! loser attitude much? i will sue him for public humiliation or something, maybe i should sue everyone on the bus, except my friend. like hello? was the bus driver deaf or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok fourth, today during chinese, there was like this drama class, so one of the tasks was to act out a scene of something. so we did the classroom, and we imitated ms yong soon yi and ms virgil chew. ok laugh my ass off. omfg! zhou lao shi was like laughing until her dentures look alike teeth almost fell out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok ok! i updated, and next week got science test, so i cant blog so much, anyway, what is there to blog about. tata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-9063962134608794122?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/9063962134608794122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/9063962134608794122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/02/hola.html' title='HOLA!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-4774296219412709516</id><published>2009-02-24T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T05:56:30.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNPRIVATE</title><content type='html'>i think its been quite some time, that this blog went private. yeah, but after something, heck those loser comments. and i ain't caring about people who want to annoy me.&lt;div&gt;and no bad comments on the skin. im gonna keep improving it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-4774296219412709516?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4774296219412709516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4774296219412709516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/02/unprivate.html' title='UNPRIVATE'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-4897709450739751905</id><published>2009-02-20T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:39:26.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG MOUTH BITCH/ da4 zui3 wu1 po2</title><content type='html'>omg!!! hello everyone! i so havent been blogging for like ages. but beware, cause this post is gonna kill your eyes. so life has been like ultra bitchy ok. and like global warming sucks to the core, since every time i walk home from the bus stop, i feel like i went to the beach to tan for 5 hours. and you should know how bloody hot this darn earth is getting. and by hot i dont mean sexy, cause the earth looks disgusting anyway, thanks to dumbasses who cant stop burning coal and oil. ever heard of like sola panels? urgh. and my throat feels so scaly every time i breathe, since the air is so polluted.&lt;div&gt;speaking of scaly, this particular guy in choir is starting to piss me off. i would nickname him a big mouth barbaric itchy handed eczema pangolin. oh, and that person is none other than chi lek! what a annoying piece of ****! ok like firstly, because the sec 1s had to go out for sectionals cause they are having their auditions on saturday, so left the seniors in the room. and there were many gaps, and im sitting in the middle row, so when they asked us to fill in the gaps, this B.M.B.I.H.E.P. had to sit beside me. and by the way, this is his history for his cca for choir last year. here goes. he came for the first term practices, then he started skipping, then he pon for the rest of the year. then this year, he had to spoil my mood by coming back. and he looks so unwilling to come, and i bet its because his mum forced him to go or something. even after he came, he started to pon somemore practices. ok so i ignored him since he is like behind me. how do they survive in the last row? then during practice, that B.M.B.I.H.E.P. was like pissing me off. by doing things like sticking his head in front of you when you are singing, and saying " are you singing?" when i totally can and he cant. and when he is not supposed to sing one part, he sung it, so i told him that he was not supposed to sing, and he told me that "i wanted to hear how you sing so i can sing later and its none of your business so just **** off" even though he assumed that i wasnt singing as stated before. airhead! and one of the rules of choir is, "no excessive fidgeting or looking at the door, or sticking your legs out as if you were a potbellied uncle at the coffeeshop" dang! he totally broke all of them. so he did this, bending down in a s*x position and swaying like shit until his disgusting broom hair is like hitting me. scratching himself like a dog, or should i say like bunny. at least a bunny looks cute, unlike a B.M.B.I.H.E.P. and he stuck out his gross yellow rotten "maggotified" foot right beside me. and he was like giving them a "massage" and like using his one foot to rub his other leg, as if doing that would &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;turn him on&lt;/span&gt;. and like come on, how would you feel if someone were to stick out his grotesque legs right beside you, literally, and worse still they stink like dog shit that has been vomited on, thrown in a bin, sent to pulau semakau, and spread over your foot. and that shitass cant keep his mouth shut. i am so gonna stuff a sock into his mouth to shut it up. so later, i made a drawing of a design for my mini cactus garden, and like as if i were asking him, that bastard just shouted, "its ugly" no one even asked for his opinion, maybe i was just holding up a mirror and he saw himself not realizing he was UGLY! then i was like telling weiheng that next practice i would bring an electric fly swatter to swat B.M.B.I.H.E.P.'s mouth, and that dipshit said swat then swat, next practice you bring. so in a sacarstic tone, i said, prepare to have waffles implanted on your mouth. then i also said i am gonna but a cactus and throw it at him, anyway, if i did that, i would feel bad, that i ruined a good cactus on a lump of scales. im not afraid to admit all this. and whatever is on my blog, is all true. i dont fabricate things, because i remember every single thing that everyone has done to me. good or bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so later when aaron walked past, i was like help... then i told him how B.M.B.I.H.E.P. was annoying me, then chi lek suddenly became this two faced guy. all of a sudden, all of the things he did was gone, and he blamed everything on me. then aaron asked us to stay back to talk to him. after practice, i went to see aaron, and that guy tried to move off, but failed. so i told aaron my side of the story, and that big mouth ass couldnt shut up, and said this "I DIDN"T DO THAT LOR! WAH! YOUR IMAGINATION SO GOOD AH!" with the singlish tone and screwed up voice of his. yes! my imagination is so good, i wonder what he would have looked like if i wasnt imagining, some troll? gargoyle? or frankenstein? wait who am i kidding, even the mentioned look better than him. so when aaron asked him if he did stick his head out in front of me, he replied, oh to check to see if what im singing is correct. hey! where did those vulgarities go? then when asked if he stuck out his leg in front of me, he said ya, but i didnt rub them, and i bent down (in that s*x position) cause my legs are very tired, but when doing hat, your legs get more tired. and he kept saying this "ignorance is bliss" but but but, everytime i am talking to aaron, he was repeating "WAH! YOUR IMAGINATION SO GOOD HOR!" i think he has short term memory, cause he repeated that friggin phrase like 20 overtimes, and as he said "ignorance is bliss" practice what you preach! and aaron asked him what he should not do, and what was his reply? a five word answer. "dont stick out my leg" is that all? dumpshit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually there is so much more to talk about him, but its simply too much to type out, wanna know more, come find me and we will talk about him, and break the guinness world record!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is only one such incident that has happened so far. but because here are CAs, i cant blog so much anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-4897709450739751905?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4897709450739751905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4897709450739751905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/02/big-mouth-bitch-da4-zui3-wu1-po2.html' title='BIG MOUTH BITCH/ da4 zui3 wu1 po2'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-1646033658132702585</id><published>2009-02-09T06:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:13:20.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE</title><content type='html'>hi there! havent updated for a while. but this is what i have been doing. support our group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D0JGpv4buEs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D0JGpv4buEs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-1646033658132702585?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1646033658132702585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1646033658132702585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/02/science.html' title='SCIENCE'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-8004211747256642243</id><published>2009-02-01T05:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T05:00:13.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALKALINE</title><content type='html'>Hello! I'm back! Yay me! So to satisfy alif keenan, I'm gonna update. There, here you go!  Toodles! Nope just kidding, so yesterday was choir, and I think it's getting more enjoyable! And we were playing with this alkaline battery, and being curios, I pried it open. And damn! That freaking thing burst, and this silvery liquid splattered out! It landed on my hand and likeen's face. It has kind of a stinging sensation. And after you wash it off, that area of skin would look shrivelled up. Zzz... Then went home, and did the board for math tfu project. And used a lighter to melt the glue stick, cause the gluegun wasn't working. Shut lah! The damn thing spilt on my leg, then I pulled it away from me, and it dropped on the finger which touched the silvery liquid. So unlucky, so now got these blisters where the glue was. Anyway, the board looks nice, cause it's 3D. Zzz don't wanna type anymore.             Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-8004211747256642243?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8004211747256642243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8004211747256642243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/02/alkaline.html' title='ALKALINE'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-3782906495539842630</id><published>2009-01-25T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:22:43.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME</title><content type='html'>you guys are the chosen ones, please show your golden tickets. i dont wanna soud like willy wonka, so, i'l just say it normally , welcome to my blog. this blog has gone private due to some reasons, that can be found in the mass email i have sent out. if you didnt receive it, and you are still reading, how did you hack into my blog. so mainly this has gone private beause of the hideous insults on my tagboard. like one from jason saying "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;You wanna make up facts make up all u want. Not happy come find mi lar... tok so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; " as usual with the broken english and the lousy use of words, that dont make any sense, like "You wanna make up facts make up all u want." yeah right, cause facts are things that are real, so you theoretically cant make them up. what a loser. and some other crappers who are just jealous of my blog. they say my blog is all about complaining, and that is total rubbish, because this place was supposed to be happy, until some asses came into my life and ruined it. whats more, its not complaining, as i have typed there, its bitching. dumbasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;on to nicer things, which help prove that this blog is so not all about complaints. its chinese new year already, so this means two things, i get to eat those goodies, and i receive more angbaos, meaning that i will get my sony a200 faster. i already got $140, even though the world is in recession. this brings me to the next topic, which is the CNY celebrations. totally screwed up, and i also helped screw it up even bigger for myself. the speakers and MCs were terrible, so terrible until they mispronounced 2D as 2E for the second place for class decorations, and i was in charge of the deco, resulting in embarrassment in front of the whole school. some of you dont even know that that happened, cause the "celebrations, were atrocious. i shall not harp on that anymore. then after school, khairul and i went 'wuliao' doing freezeframe pictures. he did "high school musical poses, while i spat water in mid air. then went home. oh oh oh, i have thousands of apps on my itouch. so cool. and i love tap tap revenge, my fave game. its something like guitar hero. yeah you get the idea. i so cant wait for my birthday, which is on 1 august if you didnt know. because i will be making my purchase for the SONY a200 camera. and if my angbao money exceeds $300, i will either buy the a200 earlier, or upgrade to a a300. only difference is live view. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;once again, thank you, my loyal readers, who eagerly await my posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have a good CNY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps, am i over exaggerating my last sentence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-3782906495539842630?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3782906495539842630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3782906495539842630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome.html' title='WELCOME'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-7949349231822022901</id><published>2009-01-15T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:15:09.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello guys! I'm typing using my iPod touch, so this is just for testing! Haha&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-7949349231822022901?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7949349231822022901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7949349231822022901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-guys-im-typing-using-my-ipod.html' title=''/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-5204979634542789118</id><published>2009-01-13T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T04:40:44.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAKS!</title><content type='html'>oh my goodness! some people in this world are so hideous! especially today when i had an encounter with a fugly lady. let me draw a picture to illustrate just how she looks like. and if you are unable to view the image, just picture this. square face, eyes that are so chinese until they are lines, and the wrinkliest face ever!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SWyHmCCVvVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/h0r_tCd0c1Y/s400/face.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290752749704953170" /&gt;when i saw her, then did i believe that sci-fi characters really do exist. i couldnt believe my eyes, when i saw frankenstein right before me. and you know what that bitch-ass whore did? she used her filthy hands and picked my hand carrier full of school books, and said "move your bag". and after moving my bag, she didnt even sit there. WTF. and she made a damn bitchy face at me, as if her face didnt look bad enough. i so felt like telling her. those breast implants of yours are hideous, you better remove them then you can touch my bag. and did i mention that her face was full of botox? if there was miss world pageant or something, and shes competing with a 90 year old granny, the granny would definitely beat her with her looks. i mean even the granny doesnt have as many wrinkles as that jackass. i was like damn pissed at her. trying to show off her flair for public considerateness. i bet she didnt know that inside the carrier had so many books that it weighed 5 kilos. and like which idiot would want to voluntarily place that amount of weight on himself. i should have just dropped the entire thing on her head. and she would be in the hospital for fracturing every single bone in her body, including her teeth, cause she suffers from osteoporosis.&lt;div&gt;she asked me to move my bag right? but when i was getting ready to alight, guess what? her handbag was on the seat beside her! teach what you preach lady! and to finish me off, she showed her digusting atrocious face to me and gave me the bitchiest look ever. as if she just came back from geylang from having a one nights stand with another guy. at that moment, i puked out my guts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;school is driving me bananas! i cant keep up with the lessons, cause im fantasizing during lessons, missing all the important points and stuff. and you thought you could turn to your best friend for help? wrong! its a total waste of my time. talking to marcus chan is like talking to the wall. it takes him half an hour to reply my tag. and he is so uncontactable. his phone keeps leaving this voice mail saying " you have reached blah blah blah's voicemail. the other party is not available, please contact him or her later". so whatever. and im so dead, tomorrow's the test and i have not even studied. gah! nevermind. anyways, i will try and keep my readers updated on the latest loser happenings that happened. okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-5204979634542789118?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5204979634542789118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5204979634542789118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/01/freaks.html' title='FREAKS!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SWyHmCCVvVI/AAAAAAAAAOM/h0r_tCd0c1Y/s72-c/face.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-5378359025946606638</id><published>2009-01-12T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T05:22:07.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUMING! PISSED! ANGRY!</title><content type='html'>its been a while since school has started, and during this time of not blogging, i have received a mountain full of insults from asses. and i myself think i am one too. so to vent out all my anger, i am going to bitch, and i dont give a damn if you like it or not.&lt;div&gt;first person im going to bitch about is lin shen jason. a guy who cant spell properly, and can only insult people, because of his big fat ego. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 393px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SWs50TgmuJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/stxUeYbI7DI/s400/Picture+188.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290385758029789330" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the screenshot, it states. "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well my first post on my first blog. What's a blog used for huh? Anyway i well juz write some crap. Firstly i wanna tell kenneth chiang dat he can say whatever he n i wont giv a damn bout it. Its juz plain stupid to bother about ppl like him. Secondly i miss Ashwin. Thirdly the performance last night was screwed. Btw, Alif pls return me my $6 cause im really broke..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, so why is he an enemy with me? it all started that day when there was PT and there was captains ball, and because i have a different personality, which some of you should know, he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; just came up to me and spouted something random. " you got no balls argh?" thinking that he was just 'wuliao' and annoying, i ignored him. then later into the game, someone squealed, so i told eugene this. "the pig squealed" he thought it was funny, so he told it to L.S.J. oh and guess what? because L.S.J was just simply jealous that i had a better sense of humour than him, he retorted " bai2 chi1" WTF! if someone were to call you an idiot would you like it? no! so i confronted him, and asked him why he called me an idiot and why he was so prejudiced against me. and i have a bad temper, so i raised my fist at him. then he said " da3 jiu4 da3" (eng: beat then beat) then i didnt want to get into trouble as i had previously. so i put my fist down. and that big fat mouth of his had to make random ass remarks about me to the other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"Firstly i wanna tell kenneth chiang dat he can say whatever he n i wont giv a damn bout it. Its juz plain stupid to bother &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;about ppl like him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;so he wants to defame me in this statement, by indirectly saying that im stupid. whatever! i didnt even do anything to him?! and if he thinks that im stupid, he should take a look at himself. all he can do is throw balls or kick em. oh and you know something? he always misses the goal, and then blames people for himself not being able to score that goal. if he thinks that one day man u will take him into their club, he can forget about it, cos they will kick him out first, after reading his resume which says " special talents: kicking balls and missing" i dont even think some toilet cleaners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; association would accept him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and his english is terrible! lets count the errors. errors will be highlighted in red.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Well my first post on my first blog.&lt;/span&gt; What's a blog used for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; write some crap. Firstly i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; tell kenneth chiang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; he can say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;whatever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;he n i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;wont &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;giv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; a damn bout it. Its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;juz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; plain stupid to bother about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; like him. Secondly i miss Ashwin. Thirdly the performance last night was screwed. Btw, Alif &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;pls&lt;/span&gt; return me my $6 cause im really broke...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lets review that. 'he n i wont give a damn bout it' what the hell does that even mean? doesnt make any sense at all. so what i can derive from that is that, i can say whatever i want, and he and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;wont give a damn about it? if you understand what he's trying to say, welcome to jason's club! he even defames a teacher! dont believe? you can visit his blog at http://mylifeismin3.blogspot.com/ but theres no point going there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;anyway, my life is surrounded my a shitload of people who are like the above mentioned. and there are people who love to shoot their mouth off whenever they want to. for example, you are considered gay, if you sing on the staircase or in class. WTF? they should change their mentality that playing soccer is gay! how bout that? when the sports cca loses the match locally to some ______ school, people cheer. when the choir goes overseas, and wins a ton of awards, people just sit there and stone. urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;BYE! :@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-5378359025946606638?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5378359025946606638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5378359025946606638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuming-pissed-angry.html' title='FUMING! PISSED! ANGRY!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SWs50TgmuJI/AAAAAAAAAN8/stxUeYbI7DI/s72-c/Picture+188.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-669264832644516787</id><published>2009-01-06T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T04:39:05.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>school officially sucks. no more time to be a hardcore blogger. especially if you have to create another blog as your homework. so sorry. no choice. class deco hasnt even started. the class blog looks hideous. class spirit is at an all time low. no time to blog, cause i have to do finish my hw.&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-669264832644516787?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/669264832644516787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/669264832644516787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2009/01/school.html' title='SCHOOL'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2071489638464558827</id><published>2008-12-29T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:05:17.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOTS!</title><content type='html'>omgoshness! time passes so fast! tomorrow is the last day of 2008! and i also get cable! ok ok! i wont update a proper post one till tommorow :( im busy chioning all the hol hw! and watching the little nyonya! haha i got addicted to it. i changed blogskin! just for the new year, and the previous one was not completely made by me, so this one is all created by me hor. copyrights!&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-2071489638464558827?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2071489638464558827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2071489638464558827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/12/woots.html' title='WOOTS!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-6837434887980271131</id><published>2008-12-23T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T20:55:28.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS EVE!!!</title><content type='html'>omg!!! time passes so fast! its already christmas eve! tomorrows christmas. since you all are bugging me to update. fine fine&lt;div&gt;the performance at SCH was sucky man. practice so long just for some loser performance at a lobby of a good hall with the worst audience ever. only my sis, and her friends, and some other loser people. after the performance, i went out with clara and .co . to marina square. gosh, they are crazy man! laughing whole day long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trained to city hall. then zhi jun and jerlene are slow pokes. they walk so slow. so we were supposed to eat at xin wang hong kong cafe. but surprisingly the slowmos reached there already, only to tell us the dynamos, grace clara and me, that xin wang is too expensive as zhijun only had a measly $10. so we had to eat at the ever unhealthy, mc donalds. the kiasu; kanchiong queens aka the slowmos were like so fussy at eating. especially jerlene. she was commenting on how unfresh the fish burger was. and she actually puts salt in her coke, so as to make the coke less gassy, and give her kidney stones at the same time. so i ordered the mega mac, cos if you buy a big mac and upsize it, it would be more worth it to get the damn mega mac. so i ordered one, and that gundu cashier purposely ordered a mega mac spicy for me. so, it was 3 bad things for me. firstly, it cost more than the mega mac, secondly, i hate mac spicy and it was mega meaning that it had two of those horrendous patties, third, i had to drink sprite to cool myself down, and i was also wearing the penguin suit. so getting bloated while wearing the suit aint a good combo. oh and ting zhou was at the same macs too. the kiasu queens were like checking their handphones while they were eating, commenting on things like " oh no my mother going to hack me one" "my mother confirm very angry when i go home" "aiyo no more time leh, must hurry eat". so after macs, we walked around the shopping mall. supposed to watch movie. but zhijun said that she no money, and her she is picturing her mum butchering her. and my father said that it was very late. and zhijun is so ridiculous can? say she no more money and need to go home, then go to the atrium, start screaming john little sale leh dragging jerlene inside that sale infested place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, we went to action city, and i bought a cup warmer. it looks cute and its only $6.95 so i bought it. im not sure whether it really warms the cup or it just stings your hand when you put your hand on it. then they wanted to go to the body shop and blah blah blah. couldnt find it so they asked the concierge. urgh, just needed to walk a little more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we had to go home, then just as i was approaching the mrt station, this guy stopped me and said, " boy, i only need one minute of your time" i was thinking, argh shit lah, some idiot wants to sell insurance to a 13 year old boy. i was wrong. turns out he was an ex convict who wanted to sell a keychain to us for $10. you know that yellow colour smiley ball thing. so ex. so we told him we got no money, then he said buy two pen for $4, siao lah! so expensive, with $4, i can go popular and buy more pens than are much better. those pens are like the ones that you et from hospitals. so we were like " sorry we got no money, and we need to go home" but he kept bugging us for damn long. his 1 minute turned into 10. so when he wasnt looking, zhijun jerlene and me ran away, leaving clara and grace behind. so they also ran lah! then the guy shouted kene nah bei chou ji bai! WTF man. he want to say that right, we call police and send him back to rehabilitation centre. what the hell did he do in jail? learn bad words to curse people who reject his offers? freak!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my foot was sore like shit hor. from wearing that pair of black shoes, whats more, have to take bus home. WTF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok ok, i updated liao. and to the person titled :" some1whohatesulykeveri1" something for you this christmas, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK YOU! YOU DARN BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to everyone else, merry christmas, and if you ever meet someone like the guy we encountered just be careful and say no. why pay so much for something so cheap?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-6837434887980271131?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6837434887980271131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6837434887980271131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve.html' title='CHRISTMAS EVE!!!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-1500204185985192841</id><published>2008-12-18T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:41:11.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTOSA part 2</title><content type='html'>yes yes. the long awaited post. okay okay, one exciting day immortalized into a post. &lt;div&gt;so i woke up, packed my bag, got all the equipment ready for sentosa. then we left the house to bedok market first, to buy some food. then, a long long long journey to sentosa. i had a stomach ache on the way there. so at the gantry, we didnt have to buy admission tickets, cause my father works there. *-* . then we parked our car at the tourism academy of sentosa, where he teaches. then we walked all the way down to palawan beach. then take lots of family photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then supposed to go to beach station to go get tickets to songs of the sea. took so long to persuade my father to get them. so he insisted that we take the beach tram round to tanjong beach and back. i was like, " palawan beach is on the other side" then i crossed to the other side of the road to take the tram. then we bought tickets for the songs of the sea 7.40 pm show. then took bus to the underwater world. so long never go. then there, took lots of videos, being daring, i place my camcorder on a tripod, and hovered it over the huge pond to take videos of, ... the pond. haha. then went in lah. so the touch pool was first. clara didnt dare put her hand in, so i stuck my hand in, shucks, damn deep lah, until your shoulder there. took a starfish. it looks ultra cute *-* . then i passed it to clara, who picked it up, and wanted to let it go gently and let it float down to the bottom. but failed, the poor starfish floated and flipped over and landed on its back! clara tried to kill it! *gasps* then take alot of videos and pictures. damn the jellyfishes look so cool! its like floating around so slowly, and its translucent. then you all know of the famous underwater world tunnel. aiya, just summarise it for you. thousands of fishes swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to the cine blast. only me and my sis went. so we were in a whole line, at the end. so just as i was about to enter, they said to me " sorry, we are having full house." nevermind, at least the next round we get to choose our seats. then a whole load of china people came, couldnt shut their traps, talk like crap. about 100+ of them okay... the ride was freaking scary. i was screaming the entire time. if you all happen to go to sentosa, you have to go ride it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, we went to the luge! its something like go-karting. so i brought my camcorder with me to film the whole thing. first round. fun sia! then take sky ride back up. then round 2, got to ride it twice, like their motto said, once is never enough! haha, this time, i was speeding, went over the limit, and almost crashed twice! one for going to fast and turning at a sharp bend, and two, while trying to adjust the camera, i lost it, and the thing swerved everywhere! then at the end, the guy was like, " argh take video again?" haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we went to dolphin lagoon, cause if you go to the underwaterworld, you get to go to dolphin lagoon. while waiting for the show to start, this big fat peacock, came around, trying to scavenge for food, and it ate a tourist's nachos! the host spoke funny english, but the dolphins were cute and smart! kissed the small angmoh boy! lol, everyone was like, aww. haha. after the show, we chionged out to take he tram back to siloso beach there, to watch songs of the sea. cause i wanted a good spot to film the show. but but but, the friggin tram was full of fat asses that wouldnt want to get off. i would have smacked them off, if i could. so being a kiasu singaporean, my sis and mum took the bus, while i walked and ran all the way to the venue! while my father was behind. sia lah! i think i broke my 2.4 timing! damn tired, but hardwork pays off! i was the first to get in line. woots! even my sis havent reach yet. wait and waited, finally they allowed people to go in! i was the first person to get my ticket stamped and go in! the last time i was there, i was 4th. kiasu pays off too! KENNY•© FTW! the show was AMAZING! the effects, of fire and a mirage of lasers. cool! go there, its a must see! if i manage to upload the video, i will post it here! so after the spectacular show, we went to have dinner at koufu. had ban mian. so i walked back to the parking place. as th place was formerly a haunted hotel or something, i told my sis not to talk so loud, cause there may be ghost. damn i scared her and me. then went to the car. the place was chained up, cause the guard thought no one else was there. zzz. wanted to break the chain, but we found a way around it. heng ah! then crusaded home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope you enjoyed this long long post. you requested it, i gave it! remember to go to sentosa soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-1500204185985192841?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1500204185985192841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1500204185985192841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/12/sentosa-part-2.html' title='SENTOSA part 2'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-8452214402752730305</id><published>2008-12-18T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T06:40:40.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTOSA part 1</title><content type='html'>not that i have not been blogging, or i have abandoned this blog. will update tomrrow, cause there are alot of things to talk about. haha. interesting post coming up! &lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-8452214402752730305?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8452214402752730305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8452214402752730305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/12/sentosa-part-1.html' title='SENTOSA part 1'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2537378863813265027</id><published>2008-12-13T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:16:48.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT SO HAPPY</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;today &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sucked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Font size" border="0" class="gl_size" /&gt; firstly there was stupid PT. then we did jumping jacks, and then after that, my foot hurt like shit. then took a hell long time to walk up to the parade square. and cos it hurt, i had to walk barefooted. and then yixuan went " if mr chia sees you like that you're dead" . guess what, at level 2, he saw me walking barefooted. the he said " why you wear like that", then i said cause my foot hurts, and he changed the subject to hair. " why your hair so long, you think holiday come back to school your hair can long, you want me to cut" me: "no sir" and he went "better cut argh". the best thing to start the day.&lt;div&gt;then captains ball was the worst. stupid jackass jason thinks he is so great, and that hes the best. pop that bubble dream of his, and he is just loser inside. whole day insulting people. firstly, he called jing ye and michael angelo, by saying, let michael angelo go the other team lah, must have same amount of fatness, balance it up. wadeva lor. maybe 10 years down the road, he will hold the title of the worlds fattest man. and i will be laughing out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than he even insulted me by saying, " yala yala you got no balls right" bet he doesnt have, than he's just jealous. then, eugene came, then i told him a joke, then he found it funny and told it to jason. then jason said, he's just a bai2 chi1 meaning idiot in chinese. what the F*CK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he curses at everything he hates. i hope that he will get his retribution! big one too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had no mood to eat anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it was combines. was abit better cause there wasnt as many "cuts" . chiong through all the songs. then went for sectionals. blah blah blah. then go back for combines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;heres the tally for the cuts for second half of combines. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~JONTEO CUTS~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pok pok alimpako - 8 cuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;those lazy hazy crazy days of summer - 3 cuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come go with me - 0 cuts (miracle?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~END~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;super lame, i know, for someone to count what someone else says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after practice, went home, mel dropped me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;end of story. must cut hair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/920753281410353698-2537378863813265027?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2537378863813265027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2537378863813265027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-so-happy.html' title='NOT SO HAPPY'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-8630133080838249406</id><published>2008-12-12T00:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:50:08.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>is in 13 days time! so fast. ok ok. i apologise for not blogging for the past 5 days! woah...ho ho ho. that day i was at parkway parade. and i saw DORA. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SUIfaBJebLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8AYy11hA-yo/s320/DSC01054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278816245076880562" /&gt;there she is, hoding an endangered species of monkey, which she calls boots, trying to hypnotise evryone, by playing her theme song on loudspeaker through the entire mall. haha. okay, there was choir yesterday. and as expected, aaron, jun yew, sherman and tingzhou didnt come. and jonteo came. haiya. and my day was ruined. cos i predicted he was gonna say cut a zillion times. and he did. pissed me off to no end. urgh. so i cried.&lt;div&gt;then i got home. and received an email from the YOG committee. apparently, i got 11th or 12th place internationally for the YOG logo design competition. i didnt get into the top 10 :( only top 100. you can go to this website, to view my entry. http://www.singapore2010.sg/logo/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;click view. then go to the 18 and under category, the second row, 3rd from left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SUIjuP37-II/AAAAAAAAAMc/1vkzA5IGhNo/s400/Picture+152.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278820990673746050" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SUIjuZvZSlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/WLFiUB6X2K0/s400/Picture+154.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278820993322273362" /&gt;so close to winning something. but as smiley said, take it as an experience. i cried the second time.&lt;div&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very sian right now. happy holidays people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-8630133080838249406?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8630133080838249406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8630133080838249406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SUIfaBJebLI/AAAAAAAAAMU/8AYy11hA-yo/s72-c/DSC01054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-9035266245033977267</id><published>2008-12-07T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:49:25.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xciting days</title><content type='html'>wow! so long never blog! 2 days straight, sorry for making you guys coming back to a page with the same post. haha!&lt;div&gt;okay saturday, there was choir, attendance was like crap! so little people came. luckily jonteo wasnt there! woots! okay, warmups was nicer, not so strenuous. thanks to clement. then went to play captains ball. and for the first time in history, i helped to score a first point! and another and so on. jason was the worst player ever! thinking that his chinese was so god, and that he played so good. he actually threw a ball so hard that it hit someone's nuts. LOLOL! i was attacking snow white. haha. so to sum it all up, it was the best game i ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it was practice. sops only had me, tomus, clement, yongyang and shane. pathetic attendance. at least douglas came in later. joshua you b****! lie to me. when there are less people, sectionals will always be much more fun. douglas, clement and shane were competing on who could do better commando pushups. clement invented the butterfly pushups, and fell flat on his face *OUCH* then was combines, nothing spectacular. after pract, walked with alif keenan to siglap centre to eat macs. lol, he had no money, so i took pity on him and paid his meal with my ez link card. balance left was $2.90. then suddenly my auntie popped out of nowhere. so lucky, got a ride with them home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SUNDAY! went to church. blah blah blah. they are having another one of their spectacular musicals again. ok, after that, we went to parkway parade. spent 15 minutes trying to locate ajisen ramen. and then realised it was just next to mos burger. haha. then i had spicy octopus ramen or something with cuttlefish. they labelled it 2 chilies which was meant to be damn hot. turns out, the dish was not as spicy as eating hokkien mee chili, it was far from close. haha, but it tasted nice. then went to borders. and met alif keenan. i mentioned "$4.50" then he was like "oh!". haha. then went to sony max photo, to ask about my dream camera! *_* cool! i saw it in person, and touched it! argh!!! skip skip skip, to the nice part. ok, then went to royal sporting house, and bought a cool pair of nike shoes. black and lime green. couldnt resist it. then went to get myself a bag. billabong green. nothing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thenmy sister couldnt find any converse store there, so we went to banquet to have a drink. then met mr zabid there. haha. his children quite cute. talked abit. then had iced kopi. so nice. then drove to tampines mall to get my sister's converse shoes, and decided to catch a movie. and guess what!they were showing BOLT! in disney digital 3D! damn cool! so i was like " shit! hurry up!" cause the tickets were red, meaning they were selling fast. but managed to get four tickets. haha. the movie was damn freaking cool. i thought i could get to keep the glasses, but they said you had to return em. T.T never mind. so converse didnt sell the shoes that my sister wanted. then went for dinner. i had japanese food again. haha. then went home. and slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i posted long long post for you guys! read it! haha. going my auntie's house later for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-9035266245033977267?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/9035266245033977267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/9035266245033977267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/12/xciting-days.html' title='Xciting days'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-942145699549346642</id><published>2008-12-05T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T06:47:26.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH! stop fighting</title><content type='html'>damn! theres a war between TKchoir and aaron. and i just got myself involved. haha&lt;div&gt;haiya! tomorrow got choir again. i hope jonteo wont be there and will be caught up with all those camps. BLEH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;damn sian now. havent finished any of my holiday homework. Grrr! chinese only do finish the chang2 wen2 suo1 duan3 and one pathetic compre and half of the last part. maths, that fat bitch josh doesnt even want to pass it to me. dada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope tomorrow no need to do star jumps! stupid thing + all the warmups gave me muscle ache, and made me throw up with an attitude. choir attendance is so pathetic can? there are lesser people than on my 12th birthday party hor? haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gonna get chased off the computer! bugger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finished designing the bass T-shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if anyone has skype, add me lah! skype name is kennethchiang95. applies to " :D " on my tagboard. reveal your big fat arse name to me now! or i will send you to the winx club and have them throw you into the magic dimension! lol, kena influenced by rasmiah. no using nicknames or some loser  shortcut like ' :D '! i hate it. may your butt catch fire! im too mean, to everyone except for [ :D ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay need to go soon D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-942145699549346642?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/942145699549346642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/942145699549346642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/12/gah-stop-fighting.html' title='GAH! stop fighting'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-5819823477666968261</id><published>2008-12-04T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T07:32:40.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CREDIT!</title><content type='html'>goes to alif for helping me to touchup and beautify my header! is there such a word? haha! here you go alif!&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-5819823477666968261?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5819823477666968261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5819823477666968261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/12/credit.html' title='CREDIT!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-4933480118482922847</id><published>2008-12-04T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:48:44.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SKY IS FALLING!</title><content type='html'>oops! im hiccuping! see lah joshua! spread to me this contagious disease. ok fine, not the sky, but my ceiling. just now, it was raining heavily, and my room is in the balcony, but somehow water seeps in, and the ceiling plaster could not take it, and an entire chunk of it fell down!&lt;div&gt;okay okay! joshua that B****! he wouldnt let me blog on his com, he wouldnt let me go to his house again! loser! and his room is damn small (cramped) and cluttered! ask me to go, and do nothing, except for going to youtube to watch a man getting eaten by a white tiger! had cup noodles for post-breakfast. forgot to take out the seasoning thing, and it was completely soaked in my noodles! no wonder the tomyam tasted so funny.  lunch was better, his maid *not joshua* provided me spaghetti! got cheese, im lactose intolerant. then go school kena stomach cramps. what the duck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as expected, aaron, tingzhou, sherman and junyew didnt come for pract! knew it all along, cos they went for some choir fest thing which my sister went. then i was dreading it, cos i thought jonteo would take over. and i hate it when that happens. also applies to PT! he loves the words 'cut' 'stop' &amp;amp; 'wait'. so if you sing a song, you can predict where he would say cut. every two or three lines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sectionals sucked. the christmas carol, was totally unheard of. mix of latin and english. couldnt get the "bright stars" part. urghh. kept trying to ask yongyang whether supposed to sing it L or ENG, but didnt hear me, then joshua had to stand beside me, mel on the other side laughing for no apparent reason. so it looked like i was telling a joke to josh and mel was laughing. kuakuakua. then clement went emo cos of our "chatting". (at least he looked like) after pract, ashwin left a note or a speech which YY read out. touching and emotional moments. *tears up* except for some anti-climax parts where smiley faces were read out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MISS YA ASHWIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it was raining and josh didnt allow me to go to his house for a while to collect my cup noodles and math homework. i had umbrella, he didnt, he had, taxi i didnt. so share share. threatening me to share my brolly, if not no taxi ride. and he calls his nainai, 'nana'. like high school musical's you are the music in me. nananananananananana! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on of my previous post was about ads right. i took another screenshot. worse ah. somemore im using dual monitors. look! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/STfsrrq5teI/AAAAAAAAALs/Uj-BcKl23tY/s400/Picture+142.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275945723689022946" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i can see your eyes burning! all those tiny windows are the ads... when say windows, i dont mean Microsoft windows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! jennifer love hewitt from ghost whisperer, and ashley tisdale was on ellen today. so cool! chao1 ji2 combo! tomorrows zac efron. not much of a fan of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh goshness! cant wait till next year when i get my first dSLR! woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tomorrows a brand new day full of brand new beginnings! see ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-4933480118482922847?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4933480118482922847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4933480118482922847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/12/sky-is-falling.html' title='THE SKY IS FALLING!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/STfsrrq5teI/AAAAAAAAALs/Uj-BcKl23tY/s72-c/Picture+142.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-6537981382677248427</id><published>2008-12-03T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:16:25.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED, HUNGRY &amp; STARVING</title><content type='html'>oh wow, woke up at 6.45am today. thought i could go to his house at 9.00, but, he claimed 10 am. what the duck. anyways, it gave me time to make edits to my blog. stupid blogger wouldnt allow me to upload my file anymore from an online server. damn. so now its not moving.... alif gave me feedback saying that my blog is DULL. so i spruced it up with more color. yup! thanks alif. it looks nicer to me. previous header removed cause blogger dont support it anymore. boohoo! *cries* im so hungry! havent eaten my breakfast! a hungry man is an angry man... okay, when i go josh's house i continue! &lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-6537981382677248427?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6537981382677248427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6537981382677248427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/12/tired-hungry-starving.html' title='TIRED, HUNGRY &amp; STARVING'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-7397470313311602544</id><published>2008-12-03T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T08:53:35.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW skin!</title><content type='html'>gosh! its 12.50 am liao. and just finished the new skin. the image is not moving anymore. blogger doesnt want to accept it! anyway, if you wanna see the moving header itself, heres the link.&lt;div&gt;http://boxstr.com/files/4246993_46ff4/about-kenny.gif&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sigh... it would look so much nicer. well at least ya'll wont get distracted by something moving. haha. hope you like it. and i do all this so that my readers, aka you have a nice experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-7397470313311602544?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7397470313311602544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7397470313311602544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-skin.html' title='NEW skin!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-3558956152959201659</id><published>2008-12-03T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T04:50:23.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADS! SPAM! CRAP!</title><content type='html'>dont you just hate it, now that the internet is flooded by messages claiming that you have just won a "prize"? retarded. when i visit peoples blogs, these annoying ads keep popping up! let me show you a screenshot of when such a thing happens. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/STZ4q3hI4vI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hd4iADUuLmM/s320/Picture+133.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275536691363898098" /&gt;stupid!!! those grey windows are ads titled FOREX! 'dont work for money, let money work for you!' wadeva lor. like i need so many windows to remind me of this thing which i dont even need. secondly, people try to con others. they claim that you have just won a prize! woohoo.. for now. you click on the link, they tell you to give your credit card number so they can transfer the money to your account. firstly, im not gonna take any of their rubbish! look at this other screenshot.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/STZ63cQ17jI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DjvOypK7DTY/s320/Picture+136.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275539106409344562" /&gt;dumb... firstly mac popups and buttons dont even look like that! secondly, read the words carefully, &lt;div&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;" SYSTEM STATUS: Your Urgent Attention is Required! You have been chosen to recieve a FREE* laptop PC. This exclusive offer is only available online. Limited time only. FREE* shipping and handling! To claim your FREE* laptop PC, click Next below. Hu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;rry before time runs out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;___________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woah woah woah! i just won something! and urgent attention is required! why? is my prize dying? nope! secondly, why would i want a laptop PC when i have a mac? oh wow! and spam. you all know it. i dont have to explain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life during holidays are so boring. luckily going to josh's house tomorrow before choir. sian. must save up about $800. for what? to buy m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y dream camera and kit. my mom said she may/would pay for the rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 96px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/STZ_HlJDHBI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BRyKTwv9GHo/s400/products_kits_a200w.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275543781716990994" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sony alpha a200w. gosh! must wait... PATIENCE is a virtue. haha. so meanwhile, i have to play around and practice with my old SLR camera. dada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, not sure if anyone reads this blog! if you do please TAG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s better tag!&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/920753281410353698-3558956152959201659?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3558956152959201659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/3558956152959201659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/12/ads-spam-crap.html' title='ADS! SPAM! CRAP!'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/STZ4q3hI4vI/AAAAAAAAAJs/hd4iADUuLmM/s72-c/Picture+133.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-5767549071278445615</id><published>2008-12-01T05:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T06:47:20.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRACK II</title><content type='html'>damn it! so long never post! bet ya'll think that i abandoned this blog right? WRONG! haha. actually theres supposed to be another post before this one, but but but, i accidentally closed the window, and the whole window closed. &lt;div&gt;today, i woke up, and realised that the cracked tooth cracked even more. cos i had a nightmare last night, and i was like biting really hard, till it cracked. and the nightmare was about mrs melissa lim. lol, she asked me to help her draw something, then she abducted me, LOL! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanna get a DSLR! takes so much nicer pictures. must start saving up. stuck between two choices. nikon D60 or SONY a200. but im going with the SONY. didnt know my dad had an SLR, lol, quite fun to use. haiz, i have to save up from now till june like that. damn it. kuakuakua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want it so badly. saving up some $$$.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, i'm going to watch the amazing race!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-5767549071278445615?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5767549071278445615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5767549071278445615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/12/crack-ii.html' title='CRACK II'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-5407353334810155278</id><published>2008-11-25T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:35:50.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAWR</title><content type='html'>i'm so tired right now! dont feel like updating, after editing my blog html for damn frickin long. so now my header is animated! better appreciate! haha! okay tomorrow update! &lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-5407353334810155278?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5407353334810155278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5407353334810155278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/rawr.html' title='RAWR'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-1745233419009020726</id><published>2008-11-23T23:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:49:19.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOLVEd</title><content type='html'>gosh gosh gosh! so long never update! i feel so guilty. dont worry, i havent abandoned this blog yet! this few days was very depressing. firstly, my com didnt boot up, all because i had to reset the entire thing. so i had to reinstall the entire OS. it was an antagonizing long time. then after that, adobe cs3 wouldnt open up. saying that the licensing for this product has stopped working and blah blah blah. i was damn depressed. cos i photoshop things everyday. during that time, i know that clement was very happy, cos he hates me for placing his $*%#@ face on the twister picture. but its all over. i went to an online forum, that said to just relocate the file, and hey presto! it worked. just typed in the serial number, and i was set to go! thanks to whoever wrote that post!&lt;div&gt;the acapella christmas concert was... BOORING! rub it in your face clement! haha. also, you should have seen the face he made while walking down stage! lol! hilarious, if only i had a camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just came back from vs, from buying my books. had tempura for lunch. crap la! all vegetables and two prawns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am very tired right now! so tomorrow then update! i didnt promise so you cannot blame me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-1745233419009020726?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1745233419009020726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1745233419009020726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/solved.html' title='SOLVEd'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-8345562131261297779</id><published>2008-11-18T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:24:28.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACHEache II</title><content type='html'>hi! so long never post thanks to choir camp. ok fine i admit it, i enjoyed most of it, but some parts are just better left alone. for example the PT!!!&lt;div&gt;so day 1 started with "talent time". our group screwed up i think cos we didnt have a 5 minute performance. we got to play gangsters. lol. actually the other groups were kinda nice, i like the "twist" and the "emo" ones! haha. then it was station games. first one was snakes and ladders, which i think we lost at, then it was the obstacle course i guess. that one was easy. totally won points for my team! then the chairs game, and the stairs game. then it wa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;s the wheelbarrow race. which yaosheng totally cheated and lied at! he was supposed to run when his team mate reached him, but when his team mate was like 20 metres away from him, he still ran. thinking that alif was weiheng. i guess buffaloes have bad eyesight. then at night we got to play LIVE! cluedo. and realized that "bianhui" was actually miss lau huibian. kuakuakua. but i still think the people could have hidden at better places instead. and alif decided to accuse tingzhou so quickly. so we spent 20 minutes in the canteen waiting for the game to end. but we were allowed to go around and scare the shit out of people. then at night, miss lau played a korean horror movie. lol. penghock said he wasnt scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day 2 was worse. started with PT. doing rubbish exercises such as gre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en bottles, "bridge" and random crap which gave me a hell of a body ache. then we had breakfast, which was, bread and jam and kaya. couldnt eat any cos i had a bad headache so i went for a milo instead. after breakfast, it was time for the.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SSPTnOvtckI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ID8R6pFazXk/s320/theamazingchoirrace.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270288659880178242" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yep thats right. hehe, i did it all by myself. duh not the game but the picture... the first half was fun, and my team got first, 1 hour ahead of schedule. and we got to sabo another team, by yielding them by 15 minutes for the second half. bad choice, bad choice. second half sucked like crap. thanks to clement's station at the darn breakwater. dig to find cans. urgh. but couldnt find, so do forfeit. frickin 30 green bottles. that part was the worst. such include the "footmassage walk" which instead gave me cramps. then climb up and down the school in search of a fire extinguisher. by the time i took out my shoes, the sand inside had become powder, from all the rubbing on it. at night we watched BOO! which penghock said wasnt going to be as scary as the korean one, but in the end, ended up screaming the hell out. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;day 3 nothing much happened except for cleaning up the places we used. and ended with a game of twister! comm vs members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SSPacNP8_6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/cwRFoTnPqAc/s320/Picture+95.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270296167081377698" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; but this time, choir style. haha! i was forced to play. and the comm lost! ok... end of choir camp liao. one of my longest post. enjoyed most of it, and got to know some people better. looking forward to next years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-8345562131261297779?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8345562131261297779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8345562131261297779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/acheache-ii.html' title='ACHEache II'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SSPTnOvtckI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ID8R6pFazXk/s72-c/theamazingchoirrace.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-4482306578395950461</id><published>2008-11-18T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:21:58.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACHEache</title><content type='html'>wow wow wow! i survived camp destruction, and i am aching all over, thanks to all the random activities. im so tired now, tomorrow then post about the camp.&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-4482306578395950461?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4482306578395950461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4482306578395950461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/acheache.html' title='ACHEache'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2300373892756934976</id><published>2008-11-14T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T09:47:30.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LATEnight</title><content type='html'>HOHOHO! its 1:10 already! not pm, but am. hehe, well im watching thats so raven, old episodes, they are so funny, but i still prefer the suite life. well the only person online is mr ben khor, LOL! he's always online damn late. aiyeesh! tomorrows the camp since its already saturday. haiya, i so dont wanna go to camp! i hate it!!! *stomps off*&lt;div&gt;plus+ its 3 days stayover. ewww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arghhhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, i want to buy something! its the philips living colors/mini. this lamp is so cool! this lamp can produce almost any colour you want! just by touch the colour on the ring! but the price aint cheap, in fact its kinda expensive, consider $229 for a multi-coloured lamp! so cool!! tra lalalala. i think i'll have enough $$$ after CNY to get it. woohoo. getting quite irrelevant here huh? okayys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-2300373892756934976?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2300373892756934976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2300373892756934976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/latenight.html' title='LATEnight'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-6108113201167523324</id><published>2008-11-14T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T03:14:02.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA</title><content type='html'>feel so happy! i dont know why! ok the first thing you will notice when you go to my bog is the new skin, or as benedict calls it, a picture. so childish. anyways, i made this picture myself from scratch, ok fine, credit goes to some random website i went for the skyline image. the rest is i custom make. actually i did about 4 or 5 changes before coming up with the current skin. urgh, and if you didnt notice, the song is conte partiro, meaning time to say goodbye by sarah brightman, supposed to have andrea bocelli, but it sounds more legato with her singing. keep staring at the city skyline! its so golden, thanks to me for heavily editing the picture, it looks so shiny!&lt;div&gt;and im sorry, but i have to say this again, but my toy penguin puffy is like ultra kawaii! damn it. somemore it sleeps beside me, and i place a glow in the dark bulb for him to hold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forced marcus chan to rate my blogskin 5/5 instead of his previous 4/5. LOL 4 or 5 also can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;choir camp is on sunday, doesnt sound very fun, cos im an indoor person. everytime i go out, i become a feast for mosquitos and i also dehydrate easily. okay okay, i need to go now to eat dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-6108113201167523324?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6108113201167523324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/6108113201167523324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/lalala.html' title='LALALA'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2990258843637172208</id><published>2008-11-12T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:00:15.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRACK</title><content type='html'>damn it! another one of my tooth has cracked. while i was sleeping. woke up feeling something on my tongue like a small hard thing. spat it out only to find that it was a part of my tooth. here, let me show you a drawing of what it looks like now.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SRujA1U2LCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aTFO4oyC2vc/s320/cracked+tooth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267983423849770018" /&gt;so gross right. i have cracked alot of teeth. one is so bad that half of it is still in my mouth, the dentist didnt want to pull it out. now i feel so weird. like there is construction going on in my mouth, they are trying to drill into my tooth, then now theres a damn hole there. haiya, going to go for lunch now, then choir. so i may update later!&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-2990258843637172208?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2990258843637172208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2990258843637172208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/crack.html' title='CRACK'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SRujA1U2LCI/AAAAAAAAAIg/aTFO4oyC2vc/s72-c/cracked+tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-8684067998306836632</id><published>2008-11-12T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T04:37:35.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RAINrainRAINallDAY</title><content type='html'>have you ever tried eating soap bubbles? i guess not. its kinda fun, although you can taste a little tinge of soap in your mouth. i find bubbles cool. i still remember that time i was looking at a particular bubble, and the oil on it moved to the bottom of the bubble and then the top looked invisible. lol i got fooled by a bubble. believe it or not.&lt;div&gt;ok, so far during my holidays, its the same thing every week. everyday wake up to watch ellen, oprah, martin yan's china, rachael ray show and the price is right. and while watching, i eat my breakfast and my lunch. then i use my computer, and do some of my holiday homework. on special days, i have choir. wow, how exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think im so kena sai. im always stuck on my chinese homework. DUH! that stupid stack of paper with beautiful computer generated words are to be done by the end of the holidays, inclusive of reading a whole book of the 2004 asian tsunami in chinese. and all this can be yours if you are sec 1 taking higher mother tongue. yes, all those sec 3s and 2s, tsk tsk-ing me now. you sec1 complain, then you next year how leh? big words to shout! WADEVA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kinda like he channel 8 7pm show. the 10 brothers one? its kinda nice, i also love one of their not so new drams, the 5.30pm one, baby blues. i like it. the baby blues is all about, yes you guessed it, babies. lol. i used to hate the yao yao, cos she's so dam slutty, ask her to sing kucinta for SYF confirm gold with honours one. but i think now she's much better, but she's the one that caused all the trouble. i'll be doomed if i knew her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how i wish i can freeze time. then i can do whatever i want to do. and i wish people would start answering their phones. its really annoying trying to call someone until you reach this" the ******** (insert company name here) mobile customer is unavailable, at the tone, please record your message, goodbye". and then you look back thinking, i wasted 2 minutes of my life listening to that stupid dialing tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, mel changed his blog, and since he said why not share his blog, the link is at my missing links section. go check it. the art of bitching. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;choir camp is coming. im not too excited over it. so much for fun and games. confirm all soccer. then i will be standing at one corner of the field trying to entertain myself while dodging those balls. which is, annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, my toy penguin is ultra kawaii! i dont know what i should call it. my sister suggested puffy. sounds like a puffer fish. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok lah. see you guys so bored already, i shall let you off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/920753281410353698-8684067998306836632?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8684067998306836632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/8684067998306836632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/rainrainrainallday.html' title='RAINrainRAINallDAY'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-4004219251962406305</id><published>2008-11-11T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T05:25:27.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADVENTURES with ups and downs</title><content type='html'>goshness! the past three days have been really exciting for me. on sunday, i finally got my new headphones. gosh. i can say that the sound quality is much better, i can hear sounds which have been "hidden". and there was drama, lots of drama that day. shall not talk about it.&lt;div&gt;monday was much more exciting. even though it was raining, my trip to jurong birdpark wasnt ruined at all. in fact, it made the day so cooling that i hardly perspired at all. its damn fun sia. whats more, after the whole trip, you get a free pearl. well i got 3 of 'em! hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was kinda scary. OOO lor, One On Ones. i thought clement and tingzhou were gonna hack me to death, for not being able to sing kucinta properly. turns out, OOO is kinda fun actually. all the lame jokes made for demo purposes. then after that when i went home, i kena stomach cramps. but after eating mentos, i felt much better. haiya. actually have a lot of things to talk about. but since i'm very lazy to type everything, i shall stop here. if you are feeling very desperate, you can talk to me in real life. lol but for now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-4004219251962406305?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4004219251962406305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/4004219251962406305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/adventures-with-ups-and-downs.html' title='ADVENTURES with ups and downs'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-1100410687730840464</id><published>2008-11-08T02:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:46:20.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANTS</title><content type='html'>todays choir sucked ass. firstly, i was feeling itchy all over, and was scratching myself like crap. so was joshua, but not as bad as me. clement thought i was not focusing and scolded me. our singing today sucked, as we were always asked to sing alone, via the commands "sops alone". weiheng was annoying me. and with him adding the itchiness, i felt like dying with an attitude. &lt;div&gt;continued at home with a one hour long bath trying to rid all the itchiness, and it only worked a little. felt very extremely tired and had aches all over, and had a four hour long sleep. woke up, and forced to run around the damn neighborhood. came back with a badass headache and felt like throwing up. took a half hour bath trying to cool myself down with, ironically, hot water. came out read readers digest in the dark and now i'm blogging. so practically today sucked like shit. and just got informed by parents that i am not going to *JBP tomorrow but on monday with grandma. how much worse can my day get?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*JBP =jurong birdpark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-1100410687730840464?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1100410687730840464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1100410687730840464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/rants.html' title='RANTS'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-1321135678379411967</id><published>2008-11-07T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T04:33:16.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY we are closed</title><content type='html'>oh hey guys! guess what, the bitch, or i should call him sluts as he wants it, has decided to shut down his blog. whos's he? oh its none other that the owner of this blog, Mel!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SRQy1ldU3SI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8z90SIH7wDg/s320/Picture+74.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265889760472522018" /&gt; how ironic. his first ever post stated that people should not just abandon blogs, they should at least leave a message saying that they will not be blogging there anymore. but on the contrary, this tragedy happened. what a gundu (idiot). i dont feel like going for choir, as we have to learn the stupid white horses song. it sounds crappy in my opinion, even i think kucinta is much nicer. i'm hoping that i can miss saturday. but if that happens, then sunday wont come, and i cant go out. gosh i cant wait to go to the birdpark and marina square. yeah yeah, i know, the birdparks lame, "i went there when i was in primary 2". even if you think its lame, go there to appreciate and enjoy god's creation. and i'm going there too, to test out my new cameras. &lt;--- YES i said 2 cameras. one for taking pictures, and the other for filming. then i'm going to marina square to have dinner and buy a new pair of headphones, since my current earphones are torn. and since no one has helped me to choose, mel has, and im going with the creative HQ-1400. since he says it looks nicer, and its also not too expensive. only $49 bucks. cant wait to unbox it! i can forsee that tomorrows choir practice will have like 1.5 hrs -2hrs of sectionals, then about 1hr of combines. thanks to "white horses". urgh.&lt;div&gt;i dont know why, but my room is very heated up and the the air is very dry. my nose feels like falling off. well, i owe it to global warming. see ya soon guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-1321135678379411967?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1321135678379411967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1321135678379411967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-we-are-closed.html' title='SORRY we are closed'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SRQy1ldU3SI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8z90SIH7wDg/s72-c/Picture+74.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2842657174488059342</id><published>2008-11-06T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T03:45:38.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>REALTIMEBLOG- hectic day</title><content type='html'>ok, this is, what i think will become a habit. therefore i'm going to introduce something new. its called realtimeblog. so what happens is, i will type what im going through now, on to a mobile device, my iPod, and when i get home, the entry that i've typed will be transferred to my blog, and will appear as a normal post. but this only happens if i'm outside. ok, here goes&lt;div&gt;...sending...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68);   font-family:'Segoe UI';font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok lah! I'm supposed to be blogging but since I've got choir, I have &lt;br /&gt;to leave earlier. I'm currently on the bus right now typing. I waited &lt;br /&gt;for the damn bus for like freaking long after I decided to miss the &lt;br /&gt;first one, cause it was damn freaking crowded lah, and secondly, it &lt;br /&gt;was single decker bus, so yeah. My day has been really hectic, thanks &lt;br /&gt;to this horrendous schedule!!! I very scared I'm late lah! Big &lt;br /&gt;time! I was originally supposed to &lt;br /&gt;wake up at 8am. But I very lazy mah, so I over slept. Woke up at 10am &lt;br /&gt;then eat breakfast and watch ellen and oprah. Then use com, then &lt;br /&gt;kena stomach ache!! Wadeva lor! Aiya the bus getting bloody noisy &lt;br /&gt;lah! Thanks to crazy screaming girls! Going to alight soon... &lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be continued... Continued right now, on a bus, again. With two other people with me, the good ole Joshua ho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and the infamous shin yang, I don't really care how I spell it. Choir &lt;br /&gt;was sucky, and mr kwei looked damn impatient, since he thought that &lt;br /&gt;white horses was an easy song and was a breeze. But anyways it was &lt;br /&gt;much nicer with him there! Ok, my stop is coming up and my finger is &lt;br /&gt;aching. To be continued (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;continuing here now at home. so now you know what realtimeblog is about. so i hope you enjoyed it. and you will be seeing these things more often soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-2842657174488059342?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2842657174488059342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2842657174488059342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/realtimeblog-hectic-day.html' title='REALTIMEBLOG- hectic day'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-5634563157172296073</id><published>2008-11-04T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:29:00.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIXEDfeelings</title><content type='html'>yippee! my blog has gone over the 1000th visitor mark! yay me. haiya! the holidays are getting kinda boring. i want school like once every 5 days. that would be nice, so i can see my friends, also because marcus chan is not picking up his damn phone. choir camp sounds like a bore. i always hated camps. i dont get to bathe for 1hr (minimum) whats more, i heard, we have to shower at the PE department toilet place thingy! eww! aside from that, everything sounds ok, with the exceptions of having to stay overnight getting pranked by doofuses *confirm have lor. the "games sound okay, and as usual i think will have some singing again.okay lar! i'm dam f****** pissed off right now. i checked the singapore 2010 website, and one of the featured articles was, 20 students got chosen to give their ideas for the opening ceremony of the youth olympic games. bloody h***. and guess what, they are say 18 years old, and thier concepts look like crap, even a thirteen year old boy like me can come up with better plans, or concepts. urgh. secondly, i think that the stage the committee will make will be big and grand with no style. bo liao. or the stage will be so simple, its just a coffeeshop table painted white. dont believe me, take a look at these photos, dating the 9th of august 2003, 2006 and 2008 respectively. i want you to take a look at the rising platform.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SRFHefNA6WI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3tFU1Ji3L7U/s320/Picture+62.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265068028470552930" /&gt;                                                                                  2003&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SRFHer0QVJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/p0IgidL2x1A/s320/Picture+63.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265068031856366738" /&gt;                                                                                  2006 &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SRFHelUT0XI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/E4qy6NvqAM4/s320/Picture+64.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265068030111764850" /&gt;                                                                             2008&lt;div&gt;the rising platforms are getting shorter by the years. the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; one in 2003 was 8 meters, the one in 2006 was around 5 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;meters, and 2008's was a pathetic 3 meters, you can see by taking the people at the side, about 170 cm x 2 about 3 m. if its getting so short then maybe the following year, they will just be standing on a footstool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forget that. guys, i need you to help me decide on a new set of headphones. cause my current ones are broken. they are working, but torn. take a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; look at the designs, and if you have time, check out the webpage to see the specs, and if you are reading this, please decide for me by putting your choices in the tagboard thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;choice 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SRFKxUlBCXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/INvcki_xD64/s320/16199_10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265071650570832242" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://sg.creative.com/products/product_CreativeStore.asp?category=437&amp;amp;subcategory=438&amp;amp;product=16199&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;choice 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SRFKxWrz9gI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NJo_wmcfzEk/s320/17009_1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265071651136206338" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://sg.creative.com/products/product_CreativeStore.asp?category=437&amp;amp;subcategory=438&amp;amp;product=16199must help me choose okay, choice 1 cost $49 while choice 2 cost $79. choose based on design and specs and price. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s hurry choose, i need to get 'em soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-5634563157172296073?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5634563157172296073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/5634563157172296073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/mixedfeelings.html' title='MIXEDfeelings'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SRFHefNA6WI/AAAAAAAAAHA/3tFU1Ji3L7U/s72-c/Picture+62.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-7392575458320850379</id><published>2008-11-02T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:40:47.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOSHgosh</title><content type='html'>hengpenghock is really getting on  my nerves! so annoying that freak. harping on things that are already over. have you ever gotten an email from facebook, that shows you that something has happened to your account due to statuses or friend invites etcetera? oh hell yeah! i got a whole load of junk from them, and guess what? most of them come from the guy i mention above. thanks to that, my email has reached its 100th mark! i have got the proof. (note to the ever idiotic penghock, who thinks i edit my screenshots, whatever loser, who the **** would have so much time to edit so much information? all this images you see are real, not edited, if you do not believe it, you must be penghock, or as he calls IT, FRY-DERYK) first picture, shows my 100th mail, then the next, lets do some math shall we, and count how many emails we have got form penghock? i make the images extra large so you can see everything clearly.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SQ2cYNymlJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oy7TCS23zsM/s400/Picture+42.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264035479298675858" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SQ2cYDOqJMI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gkv88hm70a4/s400/Picture+43.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264035476463559874" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 9px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SQ2cYUgKz4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/3P-_mxkWVJk/s400/Picture+46.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264035481100406658" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 37px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SQ2cYQXnC8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/pk5h7Wg_fp4/s400/Picture+44.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264035479990766530" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 34px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SQ2cYacLK0I/AAAAAAAAAGw/ta0nT4GELgk/s400/Picture+45.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264035482694265666" /&gt;guess what? after counting those emails, plus leaving out those loose ones, the total figure came to an astonishing = 13!!! coming to a beautiful 10% of my inbox.&lt;div&gt;plus that number is so unlucky!!&lt;br /&gt;WADEVA lor penghock, if you have nothing better to say then i have the perfect solution just for you, SHUT THE F*CK UP! you heard it, loud and clear in your face. screw you, spoil me and other people's day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on to nicer things, well there are not many nice things left to talk about, thanks to H.P.H. but luckily, on the bright side, i have come up with a brand new, complex, astonishing, marvelous, splendid stage design. the ones you see on national day parade! its so complex, it looks impossible to build. and i hope that someone from the YOG committee or the NDP exco, will hear of this, and ask me to submit my design proposal. oh gosh, i can read penghocks mind right now, he is probably going to say, "i hope they dont accept your design, its so ugly", which is stupid, cause the design is not even on the blog. stupid arse. PENGHOCK may lighting strike you dead! on second thoughts, may you come back to life after you die, so i can laugh at you after your skin has been roasted to a crisp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE YOU BIG TIME !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s } = to the shape of P&gt;H&gt; nipples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-7392575458320850379?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7392575458320850379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/7392575458320850379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/goshgosh.html' title='GOSHgosh'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SQ2cYNymlJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/oy7TCS23zsM/s72-c/Picture+42.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-2011179513844656109</id><published>2008-11-01T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T06:50:25.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my fucked up life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-2011179513844656109?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2011179513844656109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/2011179513844656109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-and-my-fucked-up-life.html' title='me and my fucked up life'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-920753281410353698.post-1929166111030538769</id><published>2008-10-31T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:47:28.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blog hunting</title><content type='html'>is so damn fun! no special tools required. just went o this place, yeah its colourful all right, two 'o's ok! i dont know how to spell it, but here it is!&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pp6khgKfugg/SQsaB8vVDaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/biJcm7O5sVY/s320/Picture+40.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263329210299387298" /&gt; yay me! isnt it pretty. no one can escape from me finding your blog! muahaha. i did it today, and found joker dereks blog! full of nonsense, unlike mine! yay me&lt;div&gt;for now, i will stop. until next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/920753281410353698-1929166111030538769?l=failed-botox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1929166111030538769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/920753281410353698/posts/default/1929166111030538769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://failed-botox.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-hunting.html' title='blog hunting'/><author><name>Kenneth Kennedicut Chiang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06289740086738513259</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Pp6khgKfugg/SQsaB8vVDaI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/biJcm7O5sVY/s72-c/Picture+40.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
