<?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-4894125872534867911</id><updated>2012-02-04T12:13:01.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nonsense of Brendan Jenkins.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>303</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-1881362973592114944</id><published>2012-02-04T11:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T12:13:01.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>differentiating Singaporean girls.</title><content type='html'>typical Ah Lians VS Glamourous Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Typical Ah Lian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[(thick eyeliners + thick fake lashes + thick foundations + bad concealing) + Cigarette ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UGLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Glamourous Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;( eyeliners + concealer + foundations )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[( eyeliners + concealer + foundations ) + Blushes + Pinky Lip Gloss]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; = &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[( eyeliners + concealer + foundations ) + Bronzer + Lip Gloss ]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; = &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{ [ ( eyeliners + concealer + foundations ) + Blushes + Red Lipstick ] + Center Parting }&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;= &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goddess&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;{[( eyeliners + concealer + foundations ) + Bronzer + Lip Gloss ] + Cigarettes}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;= &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UGLY&lt;/strong&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/4894125872534867911-1881362973592114944?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1881362973592114944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=1881362973592114944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1881362973592114944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1881362973592114944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2012/02/differentiating-singaporean-girls.html' title='differentiating Singaporean girls.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-7583599244356307654</id><published>2012-01-14T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T22:58:22.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>wedding could probably be one of the most romantic thing that could happen on earth. the white gown. that beautiful. those flowers. and all..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my friends and i were chatting a while ago, and i start talking about a little wishes i would love to fulfill in future - buy a studio condominium, a mini cooper. just somehow, it linked to the topic of wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in fact, weddings has never really came across my mind, though bridal gown fantasized me ( i've got that little weakness for gowns, and i dont know why. ). i've always believe that weddings is an significant occasion that marks the day of you finally settling down and love your partner wholeheartly. but i beg to differ when it comes to a wedding certificates , i'm sorry but it seems more like a legal certificate to fuck your partners instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i could never understand what's the significant reason behind for having a wedding banquet, spending the wholesum of money on food for a bunch of unrelated people, or someone you barely know (namely, your relatives). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;however, despite all this ranting and nonsenses, i still believe in weddings. who knows i would get a girl for myself, love her wholeheartly; and finally settling down with her. well, we never know the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a short message for all young couples outside - if you love your partner, seize the opportunity, love him or her wholeheartly. true love are hard to come by. when it's meant for you, it's yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-7583599244356307654?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7583599244356307654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=7583599244356307654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7583599244356307654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7583599244356307654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2012/01/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-3774236885088010734</id><published>2012-01-08T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T16:40:59.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.. what i hate.</title><content type='html'>I really hate this particular feelings i have each time i have to book in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel&lt;em&gt; lost.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel &lt;em&gt;so sick&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be &lt;em&gt;homesick&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate the feeling of leaving my home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-3774236885088010734?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3774236885088010734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=3774236885088010734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3774236885088010734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3774236885088010734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-i-hate.html' title='.. what i hate.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-4297251781987608047</id><published>2012-01-08T10:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T16:04:31.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disciplinary issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Self-discipline (noun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the act of disciplining or power to discipline one's own feelings, desires, etc, esp with the intention of improving oneself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Discipline&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;training to act in accordance with rules&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;information abstracted from. dictionary.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there would be a point of time, when you have to stay with a large group of people, working hands in hands , where Teamwork became the first priority. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in the current situation now - staying with a large group of people, working with them, training with you. as time passes, i start observing peoples' behaviour, their attitude and whatever they do. it pissed me off so badly when majority of them are lacking of discipline; worst still, they lack of self-disciplinary. it's a fact that everyone in this camp  have lived at least 17 years or some even more, yet they couldn't differciate what's right from wrong. Maturity ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spitting on the floor where everyone will be sitting on. refuse to follow instructions. insulting one another. Play Punk. Wasting each others' time. Doing retarded stuff which no absolute normal human beings would do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how they want their life to be? Pathetic ? Don't they understand the requirements and standard of that place? the Life is so simple there, all you have to do is just wake up to new instructions, that's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've got absolute nothing to say about their personal hygiene, obviously they dont practice one or maybe they never have one. &lt;strong&gt;It's a Joke!&lt;/strong&gt; It's worst when they actually get angry when someone tried to correct them. Just slap your face against the wall. If i am ever a God, such people won't stand a chance to be on this Earth. But apparently &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God is Gracious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay. i'm done ranting after keeping all this stupid nonsense to myself. Please&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;" chao ah beng "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; do something about your own behaviour. Learn Self -Discipline. Shame on you guys. You actually lived in this Earth this way for the past 18 years of your Life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-4297251781987608047?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4297251781987608047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=4297251781987608047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4297251781987608047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4297251781987608047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2012/01/disciplinary-issue.html' title='disciplinary issue'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-5895847811871637771</id><published>2011-10-19T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:20:23.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>childhood</title><content type='html'>Comparing my 4 years-old cousin and I today. I feel like a kampong kid back then - with no modern technologies; we played catching, catching ants, going to the playground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;what's with the kids now?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665053276048125186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ak1l2fYfMyk/Tp5P8JiC7QI/AAAAAAAABU4/oYTOiJpHC2E/s320/DSC03334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-5895847811871637771?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5895847811871637771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=5895847811871637771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5895847811871637771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5895847811871637771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/10/childhood.html' title='childhood'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ak1l2fYfMyk/Tp5P8JiC7QI/AAAAAAAABU4/oYTOiJpHC2E/s72-c/DSC03334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-629762120590696541</id><published>2011-10-17T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:56:46.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't stop me.</title><content type='html'>Ya. Just let me rant and complain here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on the world is my family so ridiculously so retarded and annoying. They bought a mattress for me since i've complained that my mattress if way too soft and it's sinking. i appreciate that. But do they have to bloody buy the mattress when I am away? I'm the one sleeping on my mattress and i've been emphasizing that I want a soft mattress. &lt;strong&gt;Yes! The soft one just like any of the bed in any hotel!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything happen in the other way round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mattress came not too long ago. It's so bloody high that it couldn't fit into my bed rack. It's so bloody hard that it's worst than a cushion or a sofa. Fuck!? they call it soft. Why. Could someone tell me why are they so Brainless. It must be that bloody mouse that brainwashes my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. Isn't it pathetic that they couldn't even do their thing or accomplish their thing properly, using their bloody common sense they had for the past &lt;strong&gt;more than 40 years&lt;/strong&gt; of their life?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, i am sounding very unappreciative. It's a fact. I am the bloody poor fellow going to suffer their consequences for their wrongdoing kay. I am the one sleeping on that bloody mattress and they should buy the mattress according to my comfy and my needs. I'm spending as much as half of my day on the BED. I just simply don't understand why couldn't they wait for me to return and go to the mall together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Fuck Them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-629762120590696541?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/629762120590696541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=629762120590696541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/629762120590696541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/629762120590696541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-stop-me.html' title='don&apos;t stop me.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-8210295249537112424</id><published>2011-10-11T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T17:20:42.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when.</title><content type='html'>when you're home all day, facing the 4 walls at home. having almost nothing to do, no motivation. no urge. you'll feel as if you've aged for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt; years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-8210295249537112424?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8210295249537112424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=8210295249537112424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8210295249537112424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8210295249537112424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/10/when.html' title='when.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-7290717981509091376</id><published>2011-10-10T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T21:08:44.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>perspective.</title><content type='html'>Reality hit me real hard during internship. The world is totally a different place. Humans are different. Reality are harsh. Everything aint the same as what we always thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time passed, we grow. People around me ain't true anymore. they changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internship changed me alot indeed. I've became wiser in making decisions, somehow. I've learnt to see through people; how fake someone could actually. i've learnt to observe people around me; be it my family, friends or even strangers and colleague.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fakers disgust me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never understand why couldn't people just be truthful and real. Just expressed themselves, fight for what they want and just do what they need to. What's the point of "backstabbing" each other? Does that actually make you proud of yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Does it hurt to apologize and practice mutal respect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Apparently, it seems like it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, never try to someone you know you could never be. You're not the Boss, you'll never be the Boss. Keep all instructions and stuck-up behaviour to yourself. You're no one. You're just like any of us , we're working in the same bloody place, under the same roof. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could be more disgusting when you found out that your family members are fake too. Take this. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-7290717981509091376?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7290717981509091376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=7290717981509091376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7290717981509091376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7290717981509091376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/10/perspective.html' title='perspective.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-1220215218098262944</id><published>2011-10-08T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T16:05:14.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yes. i'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Yes, my internship officially ended. i'm finally back to a normal teenagers' Life. I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many things had happened during the 6 months internship. All knows how much i hate internship at the start of April and last till June. Now, i'm missing the kitchen and the chefs so dearly. I miss my erotic chefs. Stupid moments and of course my shitty Chef Secretary - Amanda. She's the &lt;strong&gt;coolest&lt;/strong&gt; Chef Secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;F1 is a killer. Mentally and Physically drained. Really Strenenous. But who cares, i'm enjoying the 3 days. Not to mention, &lt;strong&gt;September is an ABSOLUTE Killer&lt;/strong&gt;. Functions and shits. Outside catering is FUN. Urgh. I'm missing those days. Well, i dont miss going to work especially climbing up that fucking Goodwood Park Hill. Infrastructure like Shit. I guess climbing over molehill is easier. Okay, nonsense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 months of internship are finally over - no more OT. no more hardcore work. no more arguements. no more 6a.m alarm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;facing the reality, yes. i'm currently in the phase of Life of -waiting for NS. pretty much pathetic and feeling absolute lifeless and useless currently. Feeling like a spoiltbrat. Refused to do anything and everything. HAHA!&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;Anyway, you guys have to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP ASKING ABOUT MY NS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Cause;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't know anything about it, let alone the enlisting date.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yes i'm still pretty much worried and afraid about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;No, you won't get the see the 'Botak' side of me, photoshop my photo if you're curious about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm just done with the fucking health checkup. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FULLSTOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nevertheless, if you're interested in NS, don't hestitate to call up the CMPB hotline. They won't mind having an extra soldier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless Me. &lt;strong&gt;AMEN&lt;/strong&gt;! hopefully after Chinese New Year; at least after Christmas please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661029033459649442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRCWbMjlV6k/TpAD6ZqJC6I/AAAAAAAABUw/H6-O97-O_vc/s320/299679_10150346453751182_668181181_8091952_1127951152_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4894125872534867911-1220215218098262944?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1220215218098262944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=1220215218098262944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1220215218098262944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1220215218098262944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/10/yes-im-back.html' title='yes. i&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-7097244528293976687</id><published>2011-07-18T17:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:53:21.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-7097244528293976687?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7097244528293976687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=7097244528293976687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7097244528293976687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7097244528293976687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/07/be.html' title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-326331160789191465</id><published>2011-07-18T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:53:04.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" p/s: nothing motivates me to post further. will be back probably after internship. when my mind is in a proper state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-2332128791427774142</id><published>2011-07-13T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T21:54:31.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a Joke.</title><content type='html'>Isit really funny to you. I mean seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Have you all actually being in my shoes and think for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya. I know I'm a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sissy&lt;/span&gt;, and people call me &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Gay&lt;/span&gt;. I am &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;weak&lt;/span&gt;. I am &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;whiny&lt;/span&gt;. I've got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Great Hearing Problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You think I enjoy being like that? You think I could change when I am born like this. So you all want me to be absolutely perfect like some other guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So You think I could do something when I am Sissy naturally? " &lt;em&gt;Yes You can do it&lt;/em&gt; " or " &lt;em&gt;You didn't try how you know?&lt;/em&gt; ". Hang on. So you all thinks that being Sissy is a "Habit"? It's not! Asking me to do something about sissy actions is as good as asking a Man not to get turn on by a Sexy Nude Hot Babe infront of him. Seriously. So you think it's Funny and you all start calling me a "Sissy" since I was 7 years old. and the Best part when you all spell 'Sissy' as "Sissi'. You all thinks I don't mind or actually enjoy being called this way. Get a Life people, I do have feelings and I do feel hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, is it wrong to even be a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to begin with? I am not relating to myself here, but ya. What's wrong with being a Homosexual. Frankly speaking Homo-relationship do last longer and happier than those Fuck Boy-Girl Relationship! I've never heard of gay couple divorced so far, but I've seen millions of '&lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt;' couple divorced! Get a Fuck out of your Life people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Issue. Yes I know. My fucking hearing problem is pissing anyone of you off. Hold on. So you all think i enjoy being this way and I want to be this way! AND IF YOU SERIOUSLY THINKS THAT THIS PROBLEM CAN BE SOLVED, I WON'T HAVE THIS PROBLEM FOR THE PAST 18 YEARS OF MY LIFE UNTIL TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had enough. I am a Human not a Joke. If You think that I am being childish or not even doing anything to solve my problem go ahead. What's the point of explaining so much when I am already trying my best here. Trying to do every single thing i could to make myself feel better and ignoring what the others are saying about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since 7 years old until now, for the past 11 years. I am living as a Joker to anyone of you out there, thinking that I am some Jokers, created by God to bring Joy to your Life. It's ridiculous ain't it? I am leading my own Life and you're leading yours. I am not even crossing your Line and you start to gossip behind my back, saying all sorts of nasty stuff to others. From school to work. I seek nothing but just mutual respects and understanding from my working colleagues, my friends and even anyone out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying to make a fool of yourselves, it doesn't hurt me anymore. Instead it portray the Childish and Ugly side of you especially when You all are already Ugly! Get a Life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IT'S NOT FUNNY FUCKERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-2332128791427774142?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2332128791427774142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=2332128791427774142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2332128791427774142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2332128791427774142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/07/life-as-joke.html' title='Life as a Joke.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-5235114226936008889</id><published>2011-05-30T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:55:34.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i thought for awhile. I guess I am being too proself -bias, projecting an horn effect on the whole Internship. And I guess the reality hit me real hard and I've yet to prepare myself for it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-5235114226936008889?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5235114226936008889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=5235114226936008889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5235114226936008889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5235114226936008889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-guess.html' title='i guess,'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-6450886148897378476</id><published>2011-05-30T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T12:57:32.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a Joke.</title><content type='html'>Life's a Joke. Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't sleep well at night when I am F* tired after work and I have to wake up at 6 the next morning. It sucks when I am mentally awake in the middle of the night, thinking that I am Late, or even waking up a few minutes before the alarm. and the next thing i pray for is to get a seat on the F* -ing Bus so that I could sleep, however I am always standing all the way to Far East Plaza. F* Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it takes approximately 20 to 30 minutes travelling from my house to Far East, and I left 20 minutes earlier, in short I left house about 1 hour to the time I'm suppose to report and I am almost late thanks to the Fucking Heavy traffic along the Highway. F* Much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next issue - I felt so F* Lifeless, emotionless and whatever when I have to think that my day was wasted doing stuff over again EVERYDAY - Wake Up, Change, Bus, Change into Uniform, Cut Fruits, Change, Home, Shower, Dinner and SLEEP; from Monday to Sunday, except on my off days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;What could be worst than waking up on your Off Day Morning thinking that I have work tomorrow. F* thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I lack of the motivation to go to work and I have to drag myself daily to work. and I try to stay positive. Hard time solving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work Issue - when You had hard time blending into the group of people around you and you failed. In addition, it totally sucks to the core when I have no one to communicate or to create a better working environment when you can't talk to your &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life F* Sucks&lt;/strong&gt;. It's full of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WEIRD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; decisions and choices. I shouldn't have gone to the Banquet. Jaslynn, if you're reading it, don't blame me if I wanted to go back to Coffee Lounge when I couldn't take it one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-6450886148897378476?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6450886148897378476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=6450886148897378476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6450886148897378476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6450886148897378476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/05/lifes-joke.html' title='Life&apos;s a Joke.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-1075722983458180029</id><published>2011-05-27T22:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T22:29:28.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>way overdue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Way Overdue, but who cares. a fashion student approached Us (June and I) one fine day, somewhere in April, to take a photo of us for her project. and there we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.actchio.com/"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;ActChio.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can see my photo on the top Right Hand Corner. And Just take a look at the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th April 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Post. Yeah. I don't know why, but I couldn't find a direct link. So ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: " Life as tough as Usual. a fruitful month I guess. Literally 'Fruitful'. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-1075722983458180029?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1075722983458180029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=1075722983458180029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1075722983458180029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1075722983458180029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/05/way-overdue.html' title='way overdue.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-5998392624491386990</id><published>2011-05-15T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T17:52:24.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Lounge</title><content type='html'>43 days in Coffee Lounge Ended for now. Yes. I had complaint alot at the start of my internship until I got closer with the service staffs and the Chefs. Now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I really hate to leave there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;heart sank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when I bid farewell to those staffs this afternoon. Yes, we are not leaving each other, we're still in the same hotel - but i would no longer be able to work with them. In addition, I would come contact with lesser guest, alot lesser. I won't be able to do my breakfast station. I really enjoy doing the Breakfast buffet, except for the replenishing part. &lt;strong&gt;Sigh&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;New Kitchen. New Chefs. New Rules. New Roles. New Environment.&lt;/span&gt; I've got to adapt all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't say anything nor criticise the chefs there. But for all I know, they're a bunch of sacarstic people. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying really hard that I would be doing really fine there. Better than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Adapting well there. Able to take the long working hours. Able to learn more things. and most importantly, to &lt;strong&gt;gain understanding&lt;/strong&gt; from the Chefs; yes my listening problem, it's always a burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I may be working together with Jaslynn starting from tomorrow, I guess i should really avoid having chit chatting session with her and Sissi. Gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;May You empower me with your Strength. May you shower me with your Love. Wisdoms and Blessing. May my day be simple and smooth-sailing. May my days be fruitful. May Lord Guide me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Loves, B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-5998392624491386990?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5998392624491386990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=5998392624491386990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5998392624491386990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5998392624491386990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/05/coffee-lounge.html' title='Coffee Lounge'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-9044678014722379576</id><published>2011-04-22T12:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:12:20.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why! When you google "Male Jumpsuit" - all the freaky image, ookay maybe the majority of the photos that come out is all Construction Workers JumpSuit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 165px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598255391186804738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KAN2gfVagI/TbD_nhGa4AI/AAAAAAAABUg/qLHtCqli268/s320/Ugly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;like this. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon. A Jumpsuit is so freaky convenience. It's So COOL! I want it to be in Shorts and Short Sleeves with Awesome Sliver Zip then shines from FAR. And It's be in cool colours! Not in Blue or Orange - cause it's the colour of most workers jumpsuit, fuck that stupid SHITS! And and. I'm not going to wear a Jumpsuit that is like that photo above. It's a Construction Suit! *denying the fact that it's a jumpsuit though* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tooo Bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You're a Fashion Designer or even a Fashion Student! Let me know. We work together, I give Idea, You draw and make. &lt;strong&gt;I WEAR&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It's &lt;strong&gt;NEVER &lt;/strong&gt;true that a Chef don't know how to dress up - cause we're humans too and we have our own Life, even though the majority don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-9044678014722379576?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/9044678014722379576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=9044678014722379576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/9044678014722379576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/9044678014722379576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/04/why.html' title='why..!'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6KAN2gfVagI/TbD_nhGa4AI/AAAAAAAABUg/qLHtCqli268/s72-c/Ugly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-5207433391599650873</id><published>2011-04-21T21:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T21:50:34.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when I was young ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was a little Boy a few years back, ookay 10 years back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could be a chef because I can cook. I thought I could open my very own restaurant after I earn enough money. I thought I could hire people to work under me, especially cooperating with my friends. I thought the working life is just as simple as I thought - working hard and do what I need to do and get my salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Until Reality Hit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;10 years later - Today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised that being a Chef isn't about knowing &lt;strong&gt;how to cook&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;how good your food taste&lt;/strong&gt; - it's about your &lt;strong&gt;experiences&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;opportunities&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;networks&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;skills&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;luck&lt;/strong&gt;, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening a restaurant isn't about how much money you have - it's about the &lt;strong&gt;venue&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;revenue&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;market requirement&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;calculation&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;profit and loss&lt;/strong&gt;, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working Life included meeting to the job requirements, working hard and getting salaries. Beside those it's about&lt;strong&gt; facing the Boss and the heads&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;working more than what the job requires&lt;/strong&gt;, it's about &lt;strong&gt;commitment&lt;/strong&gt;, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Real Life. It's harsh and practical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learn another thing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's a joke to you, may not be a Joke to others - it may tarnish your reputation, though it's just a comment. They called it UNNECESSARY Comments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/4894125872534867911-5207433391599650873?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5207433391599650873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=5207433391599650873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5207433391599650873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5207433391599650873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-i-was-young.html' title='when I was young ...'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-600586803782493611</id><published>2011-04-19T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:40:14.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough of ranting.</title><content type='html'>really. it's enough of me complaining about my working environment, whining and stuff. though I still insist of leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life is so much better when I start to open up my heart, slow down and just listening and watch what is going on. Fucked Up chef - what can I say, no matter where I go, I'm sure there'll be at least one such person. Gossips and humilation - it's other's mouth what can I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I am trying to adapt to my new environment and I am adapting well so far. Life is easier. Service staffs are really nice and beautiful people, though there's still a limit to how close we can get. I've got cool chef though they always hang a straight face, still they are nice people. I guess it's good this way -when they blow up, I'll think it's normal; however when they smile or create a joke, it'll be a really cheeky and peaceful day. Working days is still as tired as ever - it's really tiring, both mentally and physically drained. Studying is never physically drained though we always complained that we're sleepy and shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to my &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; "2 off days" (i'm only entitled to 1 day off per week, that's how pathetic); and soon &lt;strong&gt;1 more week&lt;/strong&gt; to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;last week of the month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - 1 month down, 5 more months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning stuffs or not doesn't really bothers me anymore. I should be just grateful to have a place to intern at, and experience how working life and real kitchen works and stuff. But I'll appreciate of I could clear all my "to-do-list" in my logbook given by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;SHATEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Like seriously. Anyway, it's none of my business if I didn't clear my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway last but not the list -&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lord! Please bless me with more days like today, hopefully throughout the rest of the days in my hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to what my chef will feedback about me in my logbook. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All mistakes and weaknesses are my learning point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's a miraculously beautiful day today...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-600586803782493611?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/600586803782493611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=600586803782493611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/600586803782493611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/600586803782493611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/04/enough-of-ranting.html' title='enough of ranting.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-4101626121644221769</id><published>2011-04-13T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:17:12.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trainee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;according to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Longman Active Study Dictionary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Trainee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone who is being taught to do a Job&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Employee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone who receives a salary to work for an organisation, person or company.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm currently confused with my internship - whether or not to change hotel. I know, I sounded like a spoilt brat, cannot take harship, whiny, irritating or what-so-ever. But I'm seriously thinking - what's the point of holding on to the hotel when I know I may not be learning much thing neither expecting too much from that hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have no trainer to train me, at the most the Chef De Partie who taught me how to do omelette and explain how the Kitchen works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Chefs in the kitchen is pretty much fucked up. All straight-faced. Minimum communication. Got to face the CB Stinky Fucked Up chef everyday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of the times I have nothing to do, and I did ask the chef is there is anything for me to do. Pretty much a waste of my time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only Buffet in the whole of the entire hotel has no &lt;em&gt;Live Station&lt;/em&gt;, except Breakfast Egg Station which means lesser things to learn. For your info, the longest bench is just 24 steps only [ 24 x 8 inch (my shoe size) ].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afternoon shift is worst - absolute nothing to do. absolute waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hotel is Local Based. Nothing much of Western food in the Kitchen I am working at - at most all food like Pasta and Burger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No plating. I couldn't learn more about plating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May not be going to the ONLY fine-dining restaurant in the hotel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Working Environment - from Locker to Staff Lounge to toilet is really Bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until today I've yet to seen a Crustacean, let alone Lobster, hold on is Lobster head considered?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously , this hotel isn't attractive right? Why on the world did I choose that hotel. There's so many things going on in my mind - my complain may sound absurb since I am just 2 weeks there, they may just push me back. But I seriously doesn't enjoy every since bits of my time there, it's really hard to survive in the kitchen with miscommunications and minimal communications. The Kitchen is not to my advantages. Even the Senior asked me to leave for a better hotel. But my friends are asking me to hold on and stay strong. I guess this isn't much about staying strong and holding on right? I paid 8K for my education in school and suppose to get my hands-on training in the industry, I mean - trainee need to be in the appropriate training ground to be trained. Right? I'm really confused right now. I don't know how to put my feelings and thoughts into words. All I know is that I want to get out of there. *headache*. It's pretty ironic to see full time employee doing lesser and lighter work than trainee when they get higher pay than trainee. hurhurh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-4101626121644221769?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4101626121644221769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=4101626121644221769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4101626121644221769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4101626121644221769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/04/differentiate-between-trainee-and-full.html' title='Trainee.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-6224381263565266665</id><published>2011-04-08T19:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:25:41.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf?</title><content type='html'>sucky things happen all days long today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;waffles were running low on the buffet table this morning, but there's only half an hour to closing time. I was told to refill to waffles, thus I went to the only lady chef in the kitchen to confirm on the amount of waffle to steam. I was told to cut 4 pieces of waffles. Without hestitation, I've took 4 pieces of Waffles, cut into quater each, with the total of 16 pieces of waffles. But! that wasn't what the chef wants, she wanted 4 pieces of waffle (cut), not literally 4 pieces of whole waffles. *jawdropped*. Got nagged. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was told to do the 2nd half session of Live Station - Egg Station (means frying omelette, scrambles eggs in front of the guest). Every thing is cool and stead until the number of guest ordering increase. I forget to add oil when I am frying an omelette, everything stick to my pan. The order increase. Worst of all - my mind went &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLANK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Despite such chaos, I manage to settle the whole situation, and pass the pan to my senior and i have to take a rest - serious headache after that. Pfft! But I'm seriously grateful towards the guest for being so generous and understanding. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;met a seriously fucked up chef in the kitchen who totally looks like a drunkard and is riduculously fucked up. Bear in Mind. He is nobody in the kitchen, just got promoted. He walk around the kitchen ordering us. Fine with that. But his attitude sucks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i was asked by the fucked up chef ( let's name him&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; CB-Chef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) if i know how to pack pasta. 180grams per serving. Half way through packing, he grabbed my packed pasta, and threw in on the weighing machine, seems to be like trying to find fault at me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I'm smart enough to have &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; Mistakes! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;after packing definitely I've got to keep them into the chiller (drawer). &lt;strong&gt;First in First Out&lt;/strong&gt; [FIFO]. So I place all the old pasta in front and new pasta behind the old ones - like how I do in Charcoal. Then that&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; CB-Chef&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, came by open the drawer and asked me to remove everything. was shocked at first and he asked me next - You know what's FIFO. I told him that what I was doing. He insisted me taking everything out and lay the new pasta at the base of the chiller (drawer), and stack the old one on top. I mean yeah, if you insist that way - tell me! So attitude! I got so pissed and refused to look at him and rolled my eyes on him. I mean seriously. Don't bring attitude to work. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;i don't know why did i even choose that hotel to begin with. what with my mind then. Now I've got to live among some weird old folk who REFUSE to speak clearly and mumbling to themselves, while that CB-Chef mumbles like a drunkard. By the way, that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CB-Chef&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is chosen ' as the employee for the months for freaky TWO days". &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;despite that stupid chef and all the chaos i've created today, I've got nice chefs, but they are sacarstic people, even the sous chef is &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt;! Jaslynn can prove it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;to be honest - i do have the urge to withdraw from this &lt;strong&gt;HOTEL&lt;/strong&gt;. It's&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; killing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my ego and hunger for learning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't expect me to know &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; when You didn't tell me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;especially when it comes to working style and pattern. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-6224381263565266665?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6224381263565266665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=6224381263565266665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6224381263565266665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6224381263565266665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/04/wtf.html' title='wtf?'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-7156861323505928812</id><published>2011-04-06T22:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:28:31.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>internship.</title><content type='html'>my internship had started. i'm currently adapting to my new lifestyle and environment. so far so good. attachment to Coffee Lounge is a fun one - preparation of Breakfast buffet followed by HighTea, then Lunch HighTea Buffet. Preparation of condiments for everyday's breakfast buffet. Baking of Bacon. Making Waffles (on the first day). Doing Egg Live Station. Stocking up of Fresh Goods and Dry Stores. Carrying of heavy dry goods from Basement one to Level One Kitchen. Running to different kitchen to get stuff. Try to adapt to the new working environment. Try my best to listen and pay attention to instructions. Likewise, I've suffered from Backache and shoulderache. Shortage of Sleep. Ugly and Rundown Male's Locker. Broke down and Rusty Locker. Scratches. Cuts. Burns. Thirst. Boredom. Loneliness. Perspirations. Oily Face. Ugly Hair. Ugly Look. Soon. I'll be facing Greater Challenges. More task and responsiblity. More roles. More difficulties. Fucked Up Chefs (maybe). But! those Chefs in my Kitchen are great to get along with (so far). I've accidentally broke two eggs - no scolding. I'm still quite lost at times - they tried to help. And most importantly, my pillar of strength - my senior in the Kitchen. and Sous Chef said I'm cute. Teeheeee....! I'll work hard and stay strong. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;thank Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-7156861323505928812?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7156861323505928812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=7156861323505928812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7156861323505928812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7156861323505928812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/04/internship.html' title='internship.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-7551902000566353408</id><published>2011-04-06T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:27:43.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7th April 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it marks the first off-day i have in my working life.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;meeting Jessica. Pay school fees. Shopping. Meet Mummy for Dinner. I don't know why of all the days, the school always choose those period when we are not in school - in Charcoal or now, Internship. You're such a Bitch school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-7551902000566353408?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7551902000566353408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=7551902000566353408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7551902000566353408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7551902000566353408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/04/first.html' title='first.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-5428064026576392400</id><published>2011-03-31T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T22:33:54.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's hard to say goodbye...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590251732975903506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgzdA1RiCaM/TZSQVS0KYxI/AAAAAAAABUY/i7EuhhDjpB8/s320/darling.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess everyone knows it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;SHATEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; school Life has officially come to an end. Internship starting on the 4th April, 3 more days. It'll be the last day I'll having my lesson in&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;SHATEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'll miss those moments - in class, in the locker area, in the kitchen, at the vending machine. I guess I'll miss the 4th storey - where i get to see all stylish people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;time flies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, i'll be missing all my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;special friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. all my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; mentors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope this little message will served as an little encouragement for you'all. Intern is starting, we'll no longer be having just friendly competition among our friends, we'll be facing greater challenges, we'll be playing our part in this society. We'll be working and start earning our own income. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll have to stay&lt;strong&gt; Strong&lt;/strong&gt; and we'll &lt;strong&gt;Succeed&lt;/strong&gt; together! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll &lt;strong&gt;meet&lt;/strong&gt; in the Graduation Ceremony ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brendan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590251729214076642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AC5OTkGlK5Y/TZSQVEzRduI/AAAAAAAABUQ/6t01jHvKHww/s320/original%2Bfour.jpg" /&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/4894125872534867911-5428064026576392400?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5428064026576392400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=5428064026576392400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5428064026576392400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5428064026576392400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/03/farewell.html' title='farewell.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgzdA1RiCaM/TZSQVS0KYxI/AAAAAAAABUY/i7EuhhDjpB8/s72-c/darling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-1238381120502098546</id><published>2011-03-29T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T09:49:25.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything happen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5814aabd-Q/TZE6hVMMTTI/AAAAAAAABUI/hcWmLeNZRwY/s1600/IMG-20110328-00142.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&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/-z5814aabd-Q/TZE6hVMMTTI/AAAAAAAABUI/hcWmLeNZRwY/s320/IMG-20110328-00142.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589312956841872690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dzNJS8bUPeo/TZE5pFT929I/AAAAAAAABUA/T8ych320R-E/s1600/IMG-20110328-00141.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&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/-dzNJS8bUPeo/TZE5pFT929I/AAAAAAAABUA/T8ych320R-E/s320/IMG-20110328-00141.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589311990506838994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NXgex4GELAU/TZE5o-RVJTI/AAAAAAAABT4/RYWggVnoGaA/s1600/IMG-20110328-00140.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bfMCFwp9G90/TZE5n2aiL6I/AAAAAAAABTo/UAz47TkCa1k/s320/IMG-20110328-00132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589311969327984546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oGBpdR8TI5U/TZE5nqwZkfI/AAAAAAAABTg/F3s2ZjtzDlU/s1600/IMG-20110328-00129.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&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/-oGBpdR8TI5U/TZE5nqwZkfI/AAAAAAAABTg/F3s2ZjtzDlU/s320/IMG-20110328-00129.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589311966198469106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-1238381120502098546?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1238381120502098546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=1238381120502098546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1238381120502098546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1238381120502098546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/03/everything-happen.html' title='everything happen.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5814aabd-Q/TZE6hVMMTTI/AAAAAAAABUI/hcWmLeNZRwY/s72-c/IMG-20110328-00142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-8534789121217365566</id><published>2011-03-24T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T20:26:30.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i've signed.</title><content type='html'>With much courage, i've pull my guts from somewhere in me and I've signed the contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm currently under &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;-SOME-&lt;/span&gt; Hotel trainee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time. I'm going to be tortured by the insanely smelly durian! Chef.. hmmm.. I hope not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-8534789121217365566?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8534789121217365566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=8534789121217365566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8534789121217365566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8534789121217365566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/03/ive-signed.html' title='i&apos;ve signed.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-3403256243229091893</id><published>2011-03-21T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T22:42:07.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my friends said..</title><content type='html'>they said that I am pushing myself too hard. too competitive. am I? I don't know I just don't want to collaspe at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Push &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Push-Up&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Saggy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best for my exam! 5 paper. 1 down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-3403256243229091893?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3403256243229091893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=3403256243229091893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3403256243229091893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3403256243229091893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-friends-said.html' title='my friends said..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-5407909465908082882</id><published>2011-03-20T00:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T00:39:25.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzz......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brain Alert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Brain Juice Running Low!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've being spamming my Brains with Loads of weird words from Beverage, from French to Italian to German!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;LAY DEAD ON MY BED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ookaybye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-5407909465908082882?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5407909465908082882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=5407909465908082882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5407909465908082882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5407909465908082882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/03/zzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzz......'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-2015689990860715538</id><published>2011-03-19T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T13:43:23.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's Saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Saturday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Beautiful weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Lover. No Kisses. No Sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain isn't working well since this morning and my eyes felt so sore, I wonder why. Examinations coming in 2 more days (including today). Yet to study any subject - not a productive revision week. &lt;strong&gt;Beverage going haywired&lt;/strong&gt; - fuck like seriously, what's with those french words and the commune stuff. Sad to the max. My classmates made me a sinner. They are all studying so hard for their exam since Saturday and I am doing&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview for my internship in one of the hotel seems successful and hopefully I'll manage to pull through 6 months of my Life there. Chef Max even admitted that Life is going to be tough there, sous chef is going to screw each and everyone's Life. Many people had quit and leave that establishment. God Bless me then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-2015689990860715538?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2015689990860715538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=2015689990860715538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2015689990860715538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2015689990860715538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-saturday.html' title='it&apos;s Saturday.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-5551653051954960571</id><published>2011-03-15T23:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T23:20:30.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>+</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rq8FJexfsT0/TX-Dni7KY2I/AAAAAAAABTY/MfQPTtydrIM/s1600/X%2527%2528.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584326778375791458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rq8FJexfsT0/TX-Dni7KY2I/AAAAAAAABTY/MfQPTtydrIM/s320/X%2527%2528.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I guess I understand how he feels. that's how I am feeling too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-5551653051954960571?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5551653051954960571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=5551653051954960571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5551653051954960571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5551653051954960571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='+'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rq8FJexfsT0/TX-Dni7KY2I/AAAAAAAABTY/MfQPTtydrIM/s72-c/X%2527%2528.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-7396135663235166248</id><published>2011-03-14T20:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T20:43:21.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdAN4o6gMNI/TX4NCqxi89I/AAAAAAAABTQ/pltyuuac7_w/s1600/DSCF2462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583914927478993874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdAN4o6gMNI/TX4NCqxi89I/AAAAAAAABTQ/pltyuuac7_w/s320/DSCF2462.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In less than 4 hours time, it's going to be the birthday of the most important woman in my Life - my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Momma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know she's not gonna read this post, but I'm still going to post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear fat Momma♥,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You should be glad that there's me to insult and discriminate against you about your look and size, or else I guess you'll be at least 80kg now. tsk. teeeheeee♥.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, thank you for not aborting me 18 years back when you're 18 and took the courage to marry into a typical tradition hokkien family and stayed with a stingy ridiculous man for 16 years of your Life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, thank you for being such an understanding and open mummy to me, being able to accept what i do, my way of dressing, my way of communications, my friends and most importantly - the way I am and who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not the least, thank for always being there for me when I need some opinion and some nonsensical chats and ideas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;may you be happy with your new man now. Stay Pretty and Slim (you promised to at least lose 3kg!). I Love You ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with Lots and Lots of Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brendan! ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-7396135663235166248?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7396135663235166248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=7396135663235166248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7396135663235166248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7396135663235166248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday. ♥'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdAN4o6gMNI/TX4NCqxi89I/AAAAAAAABTQ/pltyuuac7_w/s72-c/DSCF2462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-8034560334380413339</id><published>2011-03-10T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T21:19:03.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4-ao5CJWscI/TXjPnBeit7I/AAAAAAAABTI/iiGAjKqcSpE/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582440007444117426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4-ao5CJWscI/TXjPnBeit7I/AAAAAAAABTI/iiGAjKqcSpE/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My school term has come to an end, 4 terms in &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHATEC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; has ended. 3 weeks from now, each individual will be out to the society, in the real kitchen , trying to fight for our living and experiences. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 2010 to March 2011&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not a short period&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;neither a very long period&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A lot of things had happen. Many things changes. I've changed. My character has change. Even my Life style and habits had changed. I've fall and I've climbed up the stairs slowly. It feels like my destiny is fixed - a Chef. I seems like I'm back to the bottom of the stairs again, slowly and eventually, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've got to reach the top to be a Chef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Chef de Partie. Sous Chef. or even an Executive Chef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 whole year in &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHATEC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; institutes, it bring me to realise alot of things. A potential student like June would get worried not getting into a hotel for her intern, afraid that her skills are bad or not stable enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;what about myself? My skills and my ability?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought. &lt;em&gt;Sometimes I really doubt my ability and my capability&lt;/em&gt;. It isn't that I am afraid to suffer or harsh training. Instead, I'm worried that I am not up to the &lt;em&gt;standard&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;expectations&lt;/em&gt; of my chef. I'm afraid that I will ruin and screw up the whole kitchen. I'm afraid that my little hearing cum concentration problem will be a &lt;strong&gt;hindrance&lt;/strong&gt; to my future kitchen team. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Admire. I really admire people like taemin from SHINee. For his dream he tried. He sacrifises. He work hard for it. For today his popularity, the Love from his Fans. He is doing and I believe that he is enjoying everything he is doing now - Singing and Performing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Being practical. I admire even just a normal chef. I admire how they can work under such harsh condition. Working under such high level of stress. Working in such a harsh condition. Yet earning so little. *around of applause*. Please guys. When you walk into a restaurant next time, appreciate everything that is on your plate, from the presentation, to the cutting skills, the texture the taste. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How ironic can Life be? People like Justin Bieber and SHINee's Taemin are of the same age as us, we're human. But they have thousands and even Millions of people idolised them and Love them. Whereas there not even one who will Love us, let alone idolised us. Different people different fate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-8034560334380413339?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8034560334380413339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=8034560334380413339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8034560334380413339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8034560334380413339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/03/too-much-to-say.html' title='too much to say.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4-ao5CJWscI/TXjPnBeit7I/AAAAAAAABTI/iiGAjKqcSpE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-5413583547107573311</id><published>2011-02-27T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T22:14:00.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>next step.</title><content type='html'>yes. yes. I know. I've been talking about the same topic again and again. C'mon I can't just left my goal hanging in the middle of no where. I've got to finish planning my goals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goal (my plans after &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;SHATEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) were set. Now I've got to move on to choosing my new institute and of course, to work hard towards it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; institute that I've research on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Singapore Institute of Technology (&lt;strong&gt;SIT&lt;/strong&gt;) - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bachelor of Professional Studies in Culinary Arts Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;advantages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;wider lesson content &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more learning opportunities available.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This institute seems to be working with The Culinary Institute of America. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disadvantages&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;this institute does not seems to be accepting SHATEC diploma certificates. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more subject, more stress. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Singapore Institute of Management (&lt;strong&gt;SIM&lt;/strong&gt;) - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Higher Diploma in European Culinary Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;advantages &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;seems to have lesser stress - lesser subjects. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 months of studies in institutes; 6 months oversea for futher studies and internships.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;focusing mainly on European Cuisine and Culinary skills. ( I can't differciate the difference.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disadvantages &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;$12,000++ tuition fee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;had to learn either French or German before going overseas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's the only two institutes I had researched so far. Generalised summary on the pros and cons. Liwei (my competitor in current &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;SHATEC&lt;/span&gt;) and I would be going down to &lt;strong&gt;SIT &lt;/strong&gt;for its open house this Saturday and hopefully I can receive good news from them - that SHATEC certificates are accepted. Meanwhile I'll try to research on more Institutes and courses available and to approach my mentors with regards to this. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I could meet my goals -&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to pull through my internship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. May God bless and guide me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: " leave me a comment if you have any recommendations."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-5413583547107573311?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5413583547107573311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=5413583547107573311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5413583547107573311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5413583547107573311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/02/next-step.html' title='next step.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-3037661399574135540</id><published>2011-02-24T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T17:30:27.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just thoughts and encouragement.</title><content type='html'>I've finally received the correct transcript - the result slip for my Term 3 Comprehensive Examinations. Likewise, it'll be a day when my friends will be feeling low due to their poor result or result wasn't up to their expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, what's the point of me getting happy and satisfied when I manage to pull through the Comprehensive examinations. Indeed it worth all my efforts. But, how happy could I be when my friends around me are upset over their result? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're feeling useless. Had you recalled all your past effort and energy you had put in to get good result? Or you just simply didn't do anything, and 'happy-go-lucky', thinking that you'll pull through?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've put in effort, but still fail in the end. Fret not. It's not the end of the world. You can still stand up and do a re-test. You've fail now, it doesn't mean you're a FAILURE for LIFE! Learn from your mistake, stand up and charge again! I'll be here for you, trying my best to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YOU CAN DO IT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: " Those you 'happy-go-lucky'; good luck to you. You don't deserve and consolation. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Good Luck&lt;/span&gt;! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with Loves ♥,&lt;br /&gt;Brendan Brendy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-3037661399574135540?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3037661399574135540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=3037661399574135540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3037661399574135540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3037661399574135540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-thoughts-and-encouragement.html' title='just thoughts and encouragement.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-1266069123576245843</id><published>2011-02-23T21:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:10:08.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's easier than I expect</title><content type='html'>Beverage test today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stress like some bird-stuff. Revising and memorising like there is no tomorrow. At the end of the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finished the paper within freaky &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;20 minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okaythanksbye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-1266069123576245843?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1266069123576245843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=1266069123576245843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1266069123576245843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1266069123576245843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-easier-than-i-expect.html' title='it&apos;s easier than I expect'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-3677826171087209223</id><published>2011-02-22T07:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T07:44:30.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick post.</title><content type='html'>a little quick update of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've chosen &lt;strong&gt;Goodwood Park Hotel&lt;/strong&gt; as my first choice. ONE*15 Marina Club as my second option. I guess it's better to choose from Limited choice sometimes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;officially deferred&lt;/strong&gt; for National Service for the time being!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 - 5 hours Medical Screening is being &lt;strong&gt;pushed back till 22nd March&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;decided to &lt;strong&gt;continue with my studies&lt;/strong&gt; after graduation!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that's all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lacking of Inspiration. Inspiration needed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: " drop me a comment if you have any inspiration for me. or You're also going for your health - screening on the same day as I am. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-3677826171087209223?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3677826171087209223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=3677826171087209223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3677826171087209223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3677826171087209223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/02/quick-post.html' title='a quick post.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-6569903652019951187</id><published>2011-02-20T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T21:47:24.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i guess i'm ready for the comeback. NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Long since I blog?&lt;strong&gt; Yes&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I busy? &lt;strong&gt;No.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lacking of Inspiration? &lt;strong&gt;Definitely!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese New Year officially ended not too long ago. Red Packed isn't that 'thick'. I guess it's so much better than last year. I guess you all still know ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A freaky $4 angbao still exist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ookay, at least it beats the Malaysians giving RM1 angbao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's coming to a close end to my stay in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;SHATEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. probably in a month or more, I'll be out for my internships. Until today, I wasn't sure which Hotel to intern at. Let alone deciding what to do after my internship. Life is in a mess. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No goal. No ideas. No thoughts. No Inspirations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I know it sounded pathetic. But it's true, I've meet majority of my target. I've used up my inspirations. I'm contented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Life is indeed full of challenges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My family status. My Internship affair. My next steps. And of course before all this, I've got to face the National Service Registration and Medical Check Up. My Greatest Fear and Worries. I got cock-up in my Registration - inserting the wrong graduation YEAR; in the end deferment &lt;strong&gt;FAIL&lt;/strong&gt;! I got to request for a Deferment letter. Next, I was asked to go for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 -5 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Medical Check Up (which I believe it involves Napfa Test). Now Deferment Succeed. Do I need to go for the Check-Up again!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is in a Mess. If you have any inspiration for me, please leave me a comment. It's much appreciated. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575767771163102322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-th7bLQ29_I8/TWEbPwY_jHI/AAAAAAAABTA/DfswOJw4yq8/s320/181640_10150105829246182_668181181_6259653_6531121_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-6569903652019951187?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6569903652019951187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=6569903652019951187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6569903652019951187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6569903652019951187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-guess-im-ready-for-comeback-not.html' title='i guess i&apos;m ready for the comeback. NOT'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-th7bLQ29_I8/TWEbPwY_jHI/AAAAAAAABTA/DfswOJw4yq8/s72-c/181640_10150105829246182_668181181_6259653_6531121_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-4290404641361132197</id><published>2011-02-01T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:13:53.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>Ookay. Apparently. I'm trying SO HARD to revive this cute little blog of mine. Trust me. When the Juice is Out. the post would be out too ! Love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me angbao by viewing it often OOKKAYY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-4290404641361132197?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4290404641361132197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=4290404641361132197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4290404641361132197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4290404641361132197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2011/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-2746429489902168289</id><published>2010-12-06T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:19:41.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Errr....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm trying so hard to Blog somethings but I'm lacking of&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Inspiration&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comprehensive Practical Exam was screwed. Goodness, I should have went to sell Nasi Ikan instead. X/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-2746429489902168289?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2746429489902168289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=2746429489902168289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2746429489902168289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2746429489902168289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/12/errr.html' title='*Errr....'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-7303144830237410358</id><published>2010-11-11T20:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T20:54:00.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What could be worst than waking up one morning and found a few pimppimp on Your Face; and it refuse to subside despite all the mask and products your applied for the past few days! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Goodness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fuck off Pimppimp! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You Sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: " having pimples doesn't means that I have a rough face. I know, I've got an oily face! Not Rough!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-7303144830237410358?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7303144830237410358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=7303144830237410358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7303144830237410358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7303144830237410358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/11/red-alert.html' title='Red Alert!'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-3338746252785341751</id><published>2010-11-06T11:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T11:45:06.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can I dress up for &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; Next Year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PLEASE..~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I've missed this Year's Halloween. FML! -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "Obviously because I'm lacking of companions"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-3338746252785341751?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3338746252785341751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=3338746252785341751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3338746252785341751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3338746252785341751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/11/please.html' title='Please.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-5359928953673326643</id><published>2010-11-04T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:13:46.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life.</title><content type='html'>Boo! I'm back! Life is awesome! I've ended my October with another quarrel with my Family! FML!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535712863417431362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TNLNhRKOdUI/AAAAAAAABSw/tPPVb_1p4Vc/s320/DSCF2159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will Be Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-5359928953673326643?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5359928953673326643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=5359928953673326643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5359928953673326643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5359928953673326643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/11/life.html' title='Life.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TNLNhRKOdUI/AAAAAAAABSw/tPPVb_1p4Vc/s72-c/DSCF2159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-2020838369319266618</id><published>2010-10-18T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T12:07:00.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Mice ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TLvG4bz1biI/AAAAAAAABSo/dj8LXff64W8/s1600/DSCF2202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529231640367558178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TLvG4bz1biI/AAAAAAAABSo/dj8LXff64W8/s320/DSCF2202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Probably the Silliest "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" You've seen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1 Blind. 1 Deaf. 1 Dumb, Both way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4894125872534867911-2020838369319266618?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2020838369319266618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=2020838369319266618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2020838369319266618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2020838369319266618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/10/3-mice.html' title='3 Mice ♥'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TLvG4bz1biI/AAAAAAAABSo/dj8LXff64W8/s72-c/DSCF2202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-1843998899628152660</id><published>2010-10-12T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:36:16.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I doubt there's any more future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/zVB13CLmSzQ/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVB13CLmSzQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zVB13CLmSzQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;No more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUTURE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-1843998899628152660?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1843998899628152660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=1843998899628152660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1843998899628152660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1843998899628152660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-doubt-theres-any-more-future.html' title='I doubt there&apos;s any more future.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-1883427117582721105</id><published>2010-10-12T15:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:05:31.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak..</title><content type='html'>Freaking 2012 came across my mind the previous night causing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded but true. I am thinking the whole night -" &lt;strong&gt;Would it really happen?&lt;/strong&gt; "; before I finally knocked out. Sending me goosebumps. *PUI!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! I am in the Morning Shift - training from 8 am to 11.30am or 3pm (alternate shift). Freaking waking up at 6am in the morning is &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;an easy task. Got to 'rearrange' my sleeping pattern again. &lt;strong&gt;So Sad&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I'm currently suffering from a Sunburnt after trying to be a '&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lobster&lt;/span&gt;' in Sentosa Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh! I'm &lt;em&gt;RED&lt;/em&gt; now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;by the way,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Would the World really End in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-1883427117582721105?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1883427117582721105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=1883427117582721105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1883427117582721105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1883427117582721105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/10/freak.html' title='Freak..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-8783632484358425183</id><published>2010-10-11T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:34:38.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OLD!</title><content type='html'>When You are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Older&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;than &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it doesn't mean that You are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SMARTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it doesn't mean that You are always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it doesn't mean that You have the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;AUTHORITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it doesn't mean that You can throw Your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TANTRUM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as and when You like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it doesn't mean that You shouldn't &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LISTEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to what I've got to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it doesn't mean that You have the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;CONTROL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; over Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it doesn't mean that whatever You say are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;REASONABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it doesn't mean that I should always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;RESPECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it doesn't mean that I should always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;LISTEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND, It doesn't mean that You can beat anyone without any &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;REASONABLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and without apologizing when You know You are at fault to began with!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;You should be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASHAME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;of Yourself to be such a&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Failure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UGLY BITCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with You. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! You are just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHAMELESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Disgrace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to Me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: " Call Your Girl-friend a Bitch is insulting the word "Bitch" PUI! *point middle finger* "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-8783632484358425183?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8783632484358425183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=8783632484358425183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8783632484358425183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8783632484358425183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/10/old.html' title='OLD!'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-6495557106632335749</id><published>2010-10-07T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T23:49:49.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's mine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TK3rcyzUCII/AAAAAAAABSg/mW12AzHQ2PM/s1600/DSCF2074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525331197759326338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TK3rcyzUCII/AAAAAAAABSg/mW12AzHQ2PM/s320/DSCF2074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that's what My Brother bought for me! I know he is Sweet!  &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TK3rctHWzHI/AAAAAAAABSY/o-_94oU8AWg/s1600/DSCF2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525331196232780914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TK3rctHWzHI/AAAAAAAABSY/o-_94oU8AWg/s320/DSCF2079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's how much I Love myself! &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;♥♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-6495557106632335749?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6495557106632335749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=6495557106632335749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6495557106632335749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6495557106632335749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/10/thats-mine.html' title='that&apos;s mine!'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TK3rcyzUCII/AAAAAAAABSg/mW12AzHQ2PM/s72-c/DSCF2074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-3788670668711749496</id><published>2010-10-04T11:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:30:58.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Could it be .. ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TKlKYUDbHKI/AAAAAAAABSQ/_195Co84UJA/s1600/IMG_7061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524028199507008674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TKlKYUDbHKI/AAAAAAAABSQ/_195Co84UJA/s320/IMG_7061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can someone's Life be Surrounded with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Branded Stuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It's so .. I can't find a better word to describe. How I wish I can Be part of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I know I am Greedy. But Humans are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Greedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Nature&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to be humble and be a good Boy. I'm just asking for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;BlackBerry Bold 9700&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now. *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;innocent SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-3788670668711749496?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3788670668711749496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=3788670668711749496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3788670668711749496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3788670668711749496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-could-it-be.html' title='How Could it be .. ?'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TKlKYUDbHKI/AAAAAAAABSQ/_195Co84UJA/s72-c/IMG_7061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-2649725533098224948</id><published>2010-10-02T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:17:42.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought that he is Bad, but I've meet someone Worst!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523482832712170370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TKdaXybG-4I/AAAAAAAABSI/xVflaazx04A/s320/37946_129963913721756_100001244440371_183949_1614527_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TKdaXb7Sj8I/AAAAAAAABSA/zgu6qs5qmds/s1600/62717_436314058211_687698211_5196127_556409_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523482826673131458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TKdaXb7Sj8I/AAAAAAAABSA/zgu6qs5qmds/s320/62717_436314058211_687698211_5196127_556409_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TKdaXfMv2PI/AAAAAAAABR4/-54xMAfK8x8/s1600/33673_436314438211_687698211_5196130_3175327_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523482827551660274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TKdaXfMv2PI/AAAAAAAABR4/-54xMAfK8x8/s320/33673_436314438211_687698211_5196130_3175327_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TKdaXLV3QvI/AAAAAAAABRw/p5CW-3ZH3LA/s1600/Darren,+Ram,+Vik+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523482822221185778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TKdaXLV3QvI/AAAAAAAABRw/p5CW-3ZH3LA/s320/Darren,+Ram,+Vik+and+Me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TKdaW3TH7oI/AAAAAAAABRo/ELFwgul_zO8/s1600/63310_436314958211_687698211_5196143_4572625_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523482816840986242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TKdaW3TH7oI/AAAAAAAABRo/ELFwgul_zO8/s320/63310_436314958211_687698211_5196143_4572625_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Probably, my current chef has a Better Nagging technique and Power compared to my Previous Chef and my Mummy. that's absurb. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Life in Charcoal (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;SHATEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; training restaurant) started since Monday. Which also means that I am currently in my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Term 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; now! &lt;strong&gt;Time flies&lt;/strong&gt;. Sooner or Later, I will be having my Intern, then Work or maybe even &lt;s&gt;NS&lt;/s&gt;. FML! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's something You must Know, I miss You! Especially &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dianne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Syafiqah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Of course and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: " &lt;strong&gt;I miss dressing Up too. Sigh!&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-2649725533098224948?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2649725533098224948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=2649725533098224948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2649725533098224948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2649725533098224948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-thought-that-he-is-bad-but-ive-meet.html' title='I thought that he is Bad, but I&apos;ve meet someone Worst!'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TKdaXybG-4I/AAAAAAAABSI/xVflaazx04A/s72-c/37946_129963913721756_100001244440371_183949_1614527_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-951973222898996656</id><published>2010-09-26T20:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:52:51.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are You Proud.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TJ8_ZKW4bmI/AAAAAAAABRg/UJfTxNnuyoI/s1600/are+you+Proud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521201369689124450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TJ8_ZKW4bmI/AAAAAAAABRg/UJfTxNnuyoI/s320/are+you+Proud.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've changed my current Background Display as You can see (if You can't see; it's pretty obvious that You're &lt;strong&gt;BLIND&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with this phrase, it serves as a really good reminder to me, maybe to You as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This phrase do help me in making decisions, it may be something really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or just simple &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MINOR&lt;/span&gt; things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always ask myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would You be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Proud&lt;/span&gt; after doing ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If ' &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt; ', go ahead and accomplish it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If ' &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt; ' , stop what You are doing, cause there would be no sense of accomplishment or reward (maybe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always believe in doing something I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in and of course, to make myself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; after accomplishing it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it!&lt;/span&gt; Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-951973222898996656?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/951973222898996656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=951973222898996656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/951973222898996656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/951973222898996656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-you-proud.html' title='are You Proud.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TJ8_ZKW4bmI/AAAAAAAABRg/UJfTxNnuyoI/s72-c/are+you+Proud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-8439814625293389477</id><published>2010-09-23T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T22:00:52.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's what I want to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TJtalnw9EYI/AAAAAAAABRY/S6WrM9Bn-bc/s1600/DSCF2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520105370648646018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TJtalnw9EYI/AAAAAAAABRY/S6WrM9Bn-bc/s320/DSCF2049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exam is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !!! It's such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BIG "Boo-Boo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Great&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *frowned* !&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Count down - 3 days, 3 fucking days&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 days from now *fuck!*, I will be undergoing my training in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Charcoal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Good or Bad news? Yet to decide. However, there would be so much so much of restrictions - I will training from Monday to Saturday, 2.45 - 10pm daily for the next 4 weeks. Can You believe it, cooking for 6 days STRAIGHT every week. Oh well, it's pretty much predictable that all the senior would be cursing and swearing before going for training in Charcoal. *Sigh* . Wish me all the Best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the Best Mates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !! I'll miss You, those who are in Production!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it!&lt;/span&gt; BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: " I Love You. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I do! *&lt;strong&gt;bright &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-8439814625293389477?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8439814625293389477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=8439814625293389477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8439814625293389477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8439814625293389477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/09/thats-what-i-want-to-say.html' title='that&apos;s what I want to say'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TJtalnw9EYI/AAAAAAAABRY/S6WrM9Bn-bc/s72-c/DSCF2049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-7348278179136568558</id><published>2010-09-17T13:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:26:35.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Jaslynn and Dianne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Beware of what You asked for !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TJL_NgMANoI/AAAAAAAABRQ/OvItKBr9S7M/s1600/Beware+of+what+You+asked+for.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517753100925941378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TJL_NgMANoI/AAAAAAAABRQ/OvItKBr9S7M/s320/Beware+of+what+You+asked+for.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per requested, by Jaslynn. I am dedicating this Post to both - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaslynn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dianne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TJL_NG_eciI/AAAAAAAABRI/oJd5ClXurpg/s1600/DSCF1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517753094162510370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TJL_NG_eciI/AAAAAAAABRI/oJd5ClXurpg/s320/DSCF1913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; From Left: Dianne, Brendan (me, duh!) and Jaslynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jaslynn&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the most Mascline Butch&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Probably Jaslynn is the Best butch I've met. She is someone different, like '&lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;'. She's someone who is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hot-tempered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Strong Physically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and most importantly - she's one of my minority friends with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUPER BAD SLEEPING HABITS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! *crack brain.* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's a hard nuts to crack. It's hard to know her sometimes. Her emotions and temper change &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;anywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;any moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I know, You'll find it &lt;strong&gt;absurd&lt;/strong&gt; too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time with her can be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;EXCITING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (different from Dianne). We could have probably played the &lt;strong&gt;Silliest Game ever&lt;/strong&gt; and listen to the &lt;strong&gt;Worst Joke in my Life&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh well, she behaved like a &lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;, who will definately pass the '&lt;strong&gt;Butch&lt;/strong&gt;' test with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Flying Colours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Nevertheless, there's always a weakness in her - &lt;strong&gt;SECRET&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kes&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I HATE HER WHEN SHE IS SLEEPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll expect a Bad day with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll expect to be beaten up by her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll expect full discipline tutorial done by her - " Stop shaking Your Leg"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll have to observe FULL DISCIPLINE when she is sleeping (which should not be done so.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She'll never Love mushy stuff, instead she will find You irriating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll see how Biased is she towards &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;6 reasons is enough for me to &lt;strong&gt;HATE&lt;/strong&gt; her for that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Likes&lt;/strong&gt; -&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Love her when She is Chirpy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll have an absolute &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt; day with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll expect more fun than You expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll hear the &lt;strong&gt;Worst Joke&lt;/strong&gt; in Your Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll get &lt;strong&gt;absurb&lt;/strong&gt; ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'l see different side of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; her for everything she has done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll get to see how &lt;strong&gt;ROMANTIC&lt;/strong&gt; she is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll get to see how sentimental can she get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll get Sexcited with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You'll meet the &lt;strong&gt;Bitchest Butch&lt;/strong&gt; in your Life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10 Reasons why would I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; her more than hating her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dianne&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Probably the 'Horniest Mary' I've met&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She could be the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MOST Motherly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; person I've met. She's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Horniest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lady I've meet. She's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;'Shaky-est'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lady I've meet; cause she will &lt;strong&gt;SHAKE&lt;/strong&gt; all the time. Last but not the least, She's one of the people I envy most - her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's the &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; person to talk to me in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;SHATEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, during Matriculation day. She's someone really friendly, someone who You will never bear to &lt;strong&gt;hurt&lt;/strong&gt; her or&lt;strong&gt; reject&lt;/strong&gt; her. She's someone who You could look for when You are really sad. She will lend You her sympathetic &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ears &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (her mole is usually facing my direction). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She can be really Bitchy if She wants to. She can also be really mean if You pissed her off. However, all this are Rare Scene. It'll seldom happen. Since,it seldom happen. I'll share with You, the Bitchiest Moment I've encountered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Situation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dianne: " EnQi asked me for a Comb just now in the toilet."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: " So did You lend her?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dianne: " I said I don't have!" *show arrogant look*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: " I thought You always bring one along with You everyday?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dianne: " That's not a comb. It's a BRUSH!" *show bitchy face&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Did You get the situation?! If no. too Bad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get back! For her Love, She sacrifised so much. It's really touching to hear her story. It's so.. *speechless* Well, You see - &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love worth sacrifising for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Currently, this Lady is staying with her Lover, living a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sexciting Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Never take her for Granted. Cause She worth the Love. HAHAH ! or else, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her Lover will come chasing after me !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh! She Loves Cats and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. *oOps!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517753091678398898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TJL_M9vN6bI/AAAAAAAABRA/7v3IvqnSRnY/s320/DSCF1953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TJL_MdxK_zI/AAAAAAAABQ4/ysiu7VYuUj4/s1600/DSCF1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517753083096661810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TJL_MdxK_zI/AAAAAAAABQ4/ysiu7VYuUj4/s320/DSCF1952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;p/s: "&lt;strong&gt; Don't get too touched Jaslynn! oh! Dianne too!&lt;/strong&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/4894125872534867911-7348278179136568558?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7348278179136568558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=7348278179136568558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7348278179136568558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7348278179136568558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/09/dedicated-to-jaslynn-and-dianne.html' title='Dedicated to Jaslynn and Dianne'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TJL_NgMANoI/AAAAAAAABRQ/OvItKBr9S7M/s72-c/Beware+of+what+You+asked+for.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-2351275930726042974</id><published>2010-09-08T20:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:54:08.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's about ME...</title><content type='html'>Other than complains. I think I should start writing something about myself, shouldn't I. I know. I know. I've being too whiny recently, complaining stuffs and shits. *bright smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming to the End of Term two in Shatec. Another term gone. Time flies indeed (only during happy moments). I've done so many things. Really alot. Nevertheless, I've met new people, learn new words and of course, making new pronounciation mistakes (as usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much things have happen during this term. It's too much that it's almost impossible to put in words and describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; - my source of Laughter and Strength. They are always there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love &lt;/span&gt;- something I chose not to believe but, it still came to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt; - as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO MOTIVATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shopping&lt;/span&gt; - my cash are running FAST&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am spending alittle too much this months, same for the previous months. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, I've changed alot. Be it in my &lt;strong&gt;Behaviour&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Physically&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Mentally&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer the ones who will keep quiet when I am being accused, neither still indecisive. I am learning to be more outspoken, having more confidence in myself; trying to do my BEST in what I am doing and is within my ability. Meanwhile, I've slacken alot. I'm becoming Lazy. *HAHAHA* I know it's not a good sign. *X/*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I not change since I spend so much money shopping?! I've changed and trimmed my eyebrow. Buying new clothes and shoes. How much have I changed? You got to see for Yourself! X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i could think of and squeezed from my Brain. Urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's all! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-2351275930726042974?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2351275930726042974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=2351275930726042974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2351275930726042974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2351275930726042974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-about-me.html' title='it&apos;s about ME...'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-460710009006253112</id><published>2010-09-02T19:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:05:36.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think it worth some thinking..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Institute of Technical Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post below may sound &lt;strong&gt;RUDE&lt;/strong&gt;. But, it's just another thought of mine. If you are unhappy with it. &lt;strong&gt;Just keep it to yourself&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I just want to &lt;strong&gt;COMPLAIN&lt;/strong&gt;! You know, that's Singaporean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choa Chu Kang&lt;/strong&gt;, for your information, it's a housing estates located at the West side of Singapore. Since it's a housing estates, there are bound to have many. Wait! &lt;strong&gt;ALOT &lt;/strong&gt;of people living within Choa Chu Kang. Transportation would be a problem, cause the pathetic SMALL LRT train would be packed during peak hours. Buses towards the town and working estates would be packed (not that extremely pack). In addition, the buses do not come frequently, probably around 8 - 10 minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long ago, a new ITE is born! Which means to say, there will be another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LARGE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;group of people taking the trains and buses to Choa Chu Kang area, sharing the same LRT, squeezing like some dumb fish in the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to these new group of people travelling to Choa Chu Kang area..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LRT station is cramped like some SHIT STUFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and hinder the human traffic movement.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the Bus is PACKED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I missed at least 2 bus a day because I can't get into the BUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for school because I missed the fucking Bus, thus I've to wake up earlier!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not targeting anyone here. But there's a few things I got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Increasing in the number of ITE in Singapore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's think. ITE is commonly known as ' &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's the End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; '. Obviously not. However, isn't it something worth concerning about when the number of institute in Singapore is increasing, which means that the Standard in Students are dropping? It could be just simly afew subjects just like Mathematics and English that they failed resulted in them landing up in ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is increasing in the number of ITE in Singapore going to do any good to the students. So what about the future, is the Institute going to be more than Polytechnics and Junior College? Let's be pratical, which students in Singapore would dream about going to ITE, maybe just those minority of those &lt;strong&gt;Minority&lt;/strong&gt;. Every studenst would want to go to Polytechnics or even Junior College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ministry of Education should start to do something. More opportunities should be given to these students and NOT ' FOLLOW ACCORDING TO THE RESULT '. For goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are ways that I thought maybe it could help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Low the Cut-Off point for all courses in Poly. Make it more Flexiable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think this is where the root of the problem lies at. Because of the high demand and criteria to get into the desire course in Polytechnics, students are left with no choice but to end up in ITE. For instance, probably a student might had done badly for his Mathematics, but pretty well for the other subjects, why not try considering whether to take the students in with a condition behind - to retake the 'O' Level Examination for that particular subject. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe this ideas are now in use, but I don't see how frequent is it being used. It seems like immediate rejection because of a student failing either Mathematics or English. Ridiculous. What's Higher Nitech for since it is still in ITE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Polytechnics should try to lower their cut-off points. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;A students with Good Grade may NOT be someone who will be successful in this course, but the skilled and interested ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. At the same time, if the students are considering to take the course, Polytechnics should be considering the interest and the attitude in their school, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP BEING RESULT BIASE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Other than getting into Polytechnics through Results, Polytechnic should start to welcome Schools' recommendation letters and take it into considerations&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;If a school or teacher is willing to write a recommendation for a student, it definitely shows that the teachers are giving supports to that particular students and believe that the students would be doing well in that course. Shouldn't it be the case?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School should not be taking the student's Behaviour too seriously, cause no one's attitude is PERFECT, even Teachers and Principal!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;No one's behaviour is perfect. Come on, every one do change. Even the student with good manners may changed into a babarian somedays. Just take behaviour into consideration and it should NOT be the main reason for rejecting a student!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If a school can be so detailed and looked into the behaviour of the students, I believe that the School should also have that free time to asked the teachers about the students preformance in school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a Normal Technic Students should also be given an opportunity to get into Polytechnics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stop being so biase and think that students from NT are stupid and playful. Some are really hardworking but just simply COULD NOT PASS their EXAM. Why not Polytechnic be nice to them and give them an opportunity to try out the courses in Polytechnics! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. The Mindset and the Result of the Students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If a student is determine to study well, the student should be putting in effort to their things well. Study are part and parcel of everyone's Life. You cannot escape from them. Since You cannot accept, why not TRY TO DO IT WELL AND GIVE AT LEAST A PASS, and You all know that this bloody 'O' Level certifcate is going to follow You for the rest of your Life! Damn It!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Transportations are my MAIN COMPLAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So now what?! Just because I complained that the Fucking MRT is so slow and Stuff ( &lt;a href="http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/smrt-super-moron-ride-this.html"&gt;Read Here&lt;/a&gt; ), so you decided to decrease the number of Bus in the morning and drive slowly to 'collect' passagers in the Bus-stop. (I know You don't understand) In short, Bus are taking longer than usual to reach bus stop. 10 minutes plus for a freaking Bus during peak hours and 45 minutes plus for a Freaking Bus in a tourist spot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't the SMRT organisation and ITE coorperate and provide Buses at Lot1 Bus Interchange to pick those students up and NOT FILLING THE LRT STATIONS WITH PEOPLE! Likewise, increase the number of BUS , especially 187 on the road to PICK ME UP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fuckaggot!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do something about it! STOP BUIDLING ITE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: " It's knda stupid that ITE taught almost the same things as what Polytechnic is teaching, why not those ITE students go Polytechnic instead! DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT PEOPLE! ITE certificate is not well-received by &lt;strong&gt;Bosses!&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you have difficulty reading, I have difficulty typing!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-460710009006253112?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/460710009006253112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=460710009006253112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/460710009006253112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/460710009006253112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-think-it-worth-some-thinking.html' title='i think it worth some thinking..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-7104151669012700956</id><published>2010-08-27T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T18:45:39.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to say ..</title><content type='html'>If You have got nothing to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shut Up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is in Chaos. It's hectic. It's FUN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-7104151669012700956?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7104151669012700956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=7104151669012700956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7104151669012700956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7104151669012700956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing-to-say.html' title='Nothing to say ..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-1848843217060925825</id><published>2010-08-20T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T11:44:08.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tattoo seriously no Joke.</title><content type='html'>First in my entire I blog in &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHATEC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. For a particular reason, I am alone in school now while waiting for my group member to be here for a Project discussion. I should have stay at home for a little while more. Sigh ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the topic. I've finally done my tattoo. It's seriously &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO JOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Everything was fine at first until my Numb Cream wore off. I am even hestitating to go for a touch up of my tattoo. X/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a BLOODY MIXED FEELING..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it!&lt;/span&gt; BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-1848843217060925825?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1848843217060925825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=1848843217060925825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1848843217060925825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1848843217060925825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/08/tattoo-seriously-no-joke.html' title='tattoo seriously no Joke.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-4586012666932679023</id><published>2010-08-13T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:20:16.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginity VS Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I regret losing my Virginity to You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Your girlfriend said that to You before, or heard someone saying that? &lt;strong&gt;Where's Justice&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably that's human like what Jaslynn said. When Girls are so deeply in love with a guy, she is willing to give her everything and anything. After the girl broke up with her boyfriend, she would come running to him and say such things. Why would You girls want to engage in an intercourse when You will regret. If is that case, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DON'T SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Are You trying to say that your boyfriend is so desperate that he wants to have an intercourse and You can't reject him? Be it a male or a female, we are still humans, we have the freedom to do whatever we like, to say whatever we need to. Is a rejection that hard to say? I doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. But, I've got to say this, such girls who would say that they regret giving their boyfriend their virginity should just &lt;strong&gt;DIE&lt;/strong&gt;. If your bloody virginity is that important to You.&lt;strong&gt; Keep it until You got married&lt;/strong&gt;, and not engaging in an intercourse with your boyfriend. What's the point of saying this line when..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Your &lt;strong&gt;virginity will not return&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Your boyfriend or ex-boyfriend &lt;strong&gt;could not do anything&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When it is&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;a past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and MOST IMPORTANTLY, it's &lt;strong&gt;Your CHOICE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. STOP SAYING THAT BLOODY LINE... Unless.. Unless.. It's a ONE NIGHT STAND! too Bad then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Men are Beast. Beast are Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just simply couldn't understand Men. When they truly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a girl, they will use all sorts of method to attract their attention, trying to woo them and even plan dates. They even cry or sad when the girl reject them. They are willing to pay for anything and buy the girls gift to make the girls their girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that .. disasters happen ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Men starts to set rules.. No Short skirts, no shorts.. no this nor that ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They want they girlfriends to change for their sake, but &lt;strong&gt;UNWILLING&lt;/strong&gt; to change for the better for their girlfriend's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They became paranoid when their girlfriend stare or even peep at other guys, especially when the other guys is so much better looking then them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They abuse their girlfriends - be it Physically or Mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They cheat their girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They lie when they doesn't want their girlfriend to lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; They became stingy and unwilling to buy gift for their girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? &lt;strong&gt;Men are Jerks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Goodness sake. When You bloody Love your girlfriend, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; them the way they are when You first woo them, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;NOT WANTING TO OWN HER LIKE A BARBIE DOLL AND CHANGE HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Humans are WEIRD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-4586012666932679023?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4586012666932679023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=4586012666932679023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4586012666932679023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4586012666932679023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/08/virginity-vs-men.html' title='Virginity VS Men'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-6645386239404564282</id><published>2010-08-11T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T15:25:22.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriend of Bagfriend ?</title><content type='html'>What a good topic to start off. Likewise, I came across this topic on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yahoo! Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BoyFriend or Bagfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty sweet that Boys are willing to carry bags for their wife or girlfriends nowadays. But, isn'tit something unsightful. What's a Bag for ? You are suppose to put your things into them and carry them WITH YOU! Don't carry a bag if You are unwilling to carry them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could be the other way round, the guys are just so sweet to carry the bag for their Girlfriend or Wife. Still, shouldn't they carry them in the nicer manner and not over the shoulder like what the girls would do? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My ways to solve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Girls should put a nice recycle bag into their bag. Whenever the guys volunteer to carry your bag, bring the recycle bag out, put your bag into that recycle bag and let them carry all they want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Let the guy bring their bag. Girls should just put whatever they need into their man's bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Leave all the uneccessary things at home, like plastic bags, Condoms, Bibles or what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to think of that. Girls Bag shouldn't be heavy unless, they &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVES&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to put whatever rubbish and their shoppings items into their bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! A normal Man carrying a Lady's handbag is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Even a gay carry it better! I doubt Gay's taste is so bad that they will carry a Super Feminine Bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: " It does &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; makes you a gentleman to carry a lady's handbag. -.- "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-6645386239404564282?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6645386239404564282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=6645386239404564282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6645386239404564282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6645386239404564282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/08/boyfriend-of-bagfriend.html' title='Boyfriend of Bagfriend ?'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-8733557174057714031</id><published>2010-08-11T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:56:11.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on ..~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TGIPysP1A2I/AAAAAAAABQo/Yz1b8GvpuK4/s1600/DSCF1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503979058145592162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TGIPysP1A2I/AAAAAAAABQo/Yz1b8GvpuK4/s320/DSCF1659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Life is as dead as usual. Nothing particularly fanscinating going on. National day goes on as usual. A awesome day out with ShiHui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently, I am suffering from &lt;strong&gt;monetary constraint&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm running low of cash! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASH ALERT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I only get a pathetic sum of $250 per month, which bloody include my transport fees, my food and my pocket money. I am no long a secondary school kids! Any meal out there could easily cost me $3 - $5. My school food sucks, not only that it's so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BLOODY EXPENSIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LITTLE VARIETY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to choose from.  Sigh. I actually spent a hundred dollar on 4 piece of clothings at the start of my month. *shake head* .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;That's how Pathetic I am now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it!&lt;/span&gt; Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s : " Shut p if You don't shop! You have no right to come and convince me that my money is enough! You are no different from my dad if You do so. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-8733557174057714031?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8733557174057714031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=8733557174057714031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8733557174057714031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8733557174057714031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-goes-on.html' title='Life goes on ..~'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TGIPysP1A2I/AAAAAAAABQo/Yz1b8GvpuK4/s72-c/DSCF1659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-3216086896468040407</id><published>2010-08-02T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:51:11.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personal perspective.</title><content type='html'>Personal Perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You often offend your friends through your personal perspective? Such as trying to explain certain things in your own view but ended up offending your friends. Well, it does happen often on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think it is &lt;strong&gt;absurb&lt;/strong&gt; that you get scolded for just sharing or explain a certain situation from your own personal perspective. We all know, different people has different perspective. Just by asking a simple question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do You think of Life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll bound to receive millions and millions of answer. Who's right? Who's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like wise, this is just my personal view. Whenever You ask your friend for their view. Please, don't be offended when they share their view. It's you are the one who ask for it in the first place *stare*. Why should You even feel offend. Instead, be glad that Your friend are speaking the truth or trying to help you be it in solving a certain problem or to clear your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't you be glad that these friend of yours is kind enough to tell you an honest answer. What's the point of lying and hidding something from you since you wanted an honest answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course. Friend. You should apologize if You have being alittle to harsh with your words just like I would. But, I don't see the need when I am being Sacarstic. XP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-3216086896468040407?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3216086896468040407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=3216086896468040407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3216086896468040407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3216086896468040407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/08/personal-perspective.html' title='personal perspective.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-6439911484902483223</id><published>2010-07-31T20:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:42:40.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>making comparison.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You see, those kids in Africa / remoted area in China are so pathetic. They got no food to eat ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this line is &lt;strong&gt;SUPER DUPER FAMILIAR&lt;/strong&gt; to any of You who is reading this. Indeed. Your auntie, your uncle, your daddy, your mummy, your grandma, your grandpa must have said this line to You, even today. Who knows. I have even memorise this line at the back of my Poofy's Brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, "&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Poofy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " is my new term!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to topic. It always seems so unreasonable to make such comparison when Your environment and everything is different from theirs. Why can't the adult just make comparison between object or people of the similar Background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You see! Your cousin never waste food! But You waste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eat the same dinner on the same day. Obviously it would be so much easier to make a comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next Next&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adults just enjoy comparing their children with other children and end up complaining and scold their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mummy A: " How much You Son get for his Exam arh? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mummy B: " 89/100 *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;giggle* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mummy A goes home....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mummy A: " BOY!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Son: " Yes? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mummy A: " Why You so stupid arh? Auntie __'s  son can get 89 why you cannot... (and it goes on) "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Son: -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just simply don't understand what's the point of comparing such things. &lt;strong&gt;It's not like everyones' IQ and EQ are Equal and they don't 'POP' out from the same Pussy&lt;/strong&gt;. Even my brother and I doesn't have the same result for the same paper, despite the fact that we 'POP' out from the same pussy. Why parents just enjoying doing so. Does that make them proud? Different people definately have their own Weakness and Strength. Comparing here and there does not do anyone good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So FAGGOT! Stop comparing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: " I have a pair of &lt;strong&gt;Multi-Talent&lt;/strong&gt; Hands. Your Son don't! XP "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-6439911484902483223?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6439911484902483223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=6439911484902483223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6439911484902483223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6439911484902483223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/making-comparison.html' title='making comparison.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-905857464073421283</id><published>2010-07-31T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T20:55:42.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's kids.. DUH!</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, if I did not remember wrongly, it should be thursday. A header in the newspaper caught my bloody beautiful eyes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bored and Ready to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Run&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about? Using all my Poofy's might, I shall summarise everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about a little boy, 12 this year (You're right, he's taking is PSLE.) thought that his Life is BORING and his Mother (a divorcee) is controlling too much (as claim, but not). He attempted to run away from home like some other children. Failed a few times cause he still go home at the end of the day. Until the recent one, he was away from home for 10 bloody days. His poor worried mother called the police and the search for this boy start. He was found sleeping on a bench by an Uncle, who alert the policemen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's absurb? He wanted to run away from hom because, &lt;strong&gt;he wants freedom, he wants to stay out late and play in the arcade&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, while I was reading the article, I found no fault in his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids nowadays are so different. They couldn't take stress. They are always asking for more. They think that they are mature enough to think and plan for themselves. They think that they are suffering alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study shows that the age of these Children (inconsiderate kids, who attempt to runaway from home) are getting YOUNGER! This bloody boy who is only 12 years old, relying on his miserable Bicycle as his transportation, planning to run away from home. He even lied and cheated the passerby in Bus Interchange for money by lying to them that "his mother forget to give him pocketmoney." or "My mother is sick" if he needs more. Outrageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could such a kids be still surviving in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tsk! Kids. You all better not learn from Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-905857464073421283?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/905857464073421283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=905857464073421283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/905857464073421283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/905857464073421283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/thats-kids-duh.html' title='that&apos;s kids.. DUH!'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-4029631041614487366</id><published>2010-07-25T13:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:38:17.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's Sunday ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; is here.. I believe that everyone is enjoying their time either Shopping or at home with their parents. Not me! I look like some retarded Bacteria sitting on my Chair infront of my computer. What on the bloody hell can I do. I hate being bored..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I trying to say right here?! I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aiya !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pfft!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-4029631041614487366?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4029631041614487366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=4029631041614487366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4029631041614487366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4029631041614487366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-sunday.html' title='it&apos;s Sunday ..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-2567612649732968991</id><published>2010-07-24T21:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:02:00.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Titanic..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Titanic.. I'm sad to say that I did not watch it before in the past 17 years of my Life, or I may have watched them, but I've forgotten eveything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497465706177617090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TErr7tWb3MI/AAAAAAAABQg/ElyRtuZQNqE/s320/Titanic.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, this Movie came into my mind when I was standing in the middle of the Bridge in Clark Quay. Then Jaslynn came holding my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You Jump, I Jump," I said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's so random of us. Obviously, I would start prompting and ask my friends more about the show. Now! I get the picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My type of Titanic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two of them holding each other arms and shout " I am FLYING! " (if I am not wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TErr7Y-huSI/AAAAAAAABQY/uKaf8Zx145Q/s1600/titanic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497465700708628770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TErr7Y-huSI/AAAAAAAABQY/uKaf8Zx145Q/s320/titanic1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. When the Titanic Sank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Man turn into an Ice (froze to death) while the Lady, in gown seating on a Ship's broken Piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Boat passed by the very next day, the Lady woke up (She still can SLEEP!), she shouted for help in a soft voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Help...&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then then .. Years later (as Syafiqah said), when the Lady turned into an Old Lady, She threw her pendant into the sea with a sacarstic (I say it is sacarstic, as I thought she is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;Oops!&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally Random! Urgh.. I should watch it soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaslynn! Lend me your Titanic VCD or DVD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-2567612649732968991?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2567612649732968991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=2567612649732968991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2567612649732968991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2567612649732968991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/titanic.html' title='Titanic..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TErr7tWb3MI/AAAAAAAABQg/ElyRtuZQNqE/s72-c/Titanic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-5355971817278313291</id><published>2010-07-19T15:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:09:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remarkable.</title><content type='html'>As usual, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prounciation-Error Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is back again. As expected, my Bitch and Pussies will starts to imitate me. &lt;strong&gt;Thanks all&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvellous me can actually mispronounce words like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Raspberry&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;Ras'P'berry&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt; for&lt;strong&gt; Don't 'ch'&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know why on the world would I have that Ending.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Halal&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;Hanna&lt;/strong&gt; (my friend name). Oh Well.. Thus, i've decided to call her 'Halal Hanna'.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Pussy&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;Pooffy&lt;/strong&gt;. My new word formed!&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;strong&gt; Dessert&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;Desert&lt;/strong&gt;. Obviously I've got cock-eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wow! What a Remarkable Mistakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;People also makes mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Like.. -ahem-some people pronounce..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt;Breast&lt;/strong&gt; for&lt;strong&gt; B'L'east&lt;/strong&gt;. Bless urh ..&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Panggang&lt;/strong&gt; as &lt;strong&gt;PengYang&lt;/strong&gt;. *cough hard*&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Despicable&lt;/strong&gt; for&lt;strong&gt; Des-'Peck'-cable&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who arh .. who arh .. *pointing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do make mistake okay. *XS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-5355971817278313291?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5355971817278313291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=5355971817278313291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5355971817278313291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5355971817278313291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/remarkable.html' title='Remarkable.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-704272767953430151</id><published>2010-07-19T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:09:36.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;July.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it has been a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;VERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Disappointing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Chaotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Aimless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. month for Me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm Both &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Physically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mentally Drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TEQCbhtgyTI/AAAAAAAABQQ/5ux3cP9gsns/s1600/DSCF1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495520117227833650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TEQCbhtgyTI/AAAAAAAABQQ/5ux3cP9gsns/s320/DSCF1525.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's it! Boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: " I have never know that You can be so Hateful "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-704272767953430151?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/704272767953430151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=704272767953430151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/704272767953430151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/704272767953430151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/july.html' title='July..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TEQCbhtgyTI/AAAAAAAABQQ/5ux3cP9gsns/s72-c/DSCF1525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-6352573016099136687</id><published>2010-07-13T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:19:30.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10years down the road.</title><content type='html'>Kitchen Organisation today, I've learnt about Vacuum Packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I told my friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can You imagine... 10 years down the road. When the Undertaker decided to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Environmental Friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They decided to use the cheaper method by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vacuum Packing the Dead Bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;after dressing them instead of placing the dead bodies in the Coffin! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Good Idea isn't it. HAHAHA. I can't imagine &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;packs of dead bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on the Table. In addition, I strongly believe that the &lt;strong&gt;Bodies can be kept for a Longer period of time&lt;/strong&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-6352573016099136687?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6352573016099136687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=6352573016099136687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6352573016099136687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6352573016099136687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/10years-down-road.html' title='10years down the road.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-4300662862580480459</id><published>2010-07-12T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:42:46.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's never a fashion.</title><content type='html'>Coming to think of that.. Students always breaks the Bloody school rules to make themselves look good, especially the Boys. Seriously, is it something proud of to be Nagged or Caught by the School Discipline Master and do a 'hair-cut' on the spot? Does it actually make you fashion by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Colouring Your hair when You know it's against the rules?&lt;br /&gt;2. Tailor your school Shorts like a Skinny Jeans&lt;br /&gt;3. Girls tightening their skirts. Seriously, those girls with Fat ass really look disgusting in it.&lt;br /&gt;4. Having a Seriously Emo thin Fringe.&lt;br /&gt;5. having piercing all over the place in Uniform.&lt;br /&gt;6. Not tucking in the Shirt. It does not make You Cool By the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pfft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is. My conclusion is ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Breaking the School Rules to look good doesn't make you Fashionable. Instead, an Idiot who breaks the Rules. However, You are truly a fashionable person when You can still Look Good without breaking the School Rules. Play by the Rules !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I wasn't one of them. Until now. When I go SHATEC. I have My own dressing!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-4300662862580480459?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4300662862580480459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=4300662862580480459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4300662862580480459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4300662862580480459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-never-fashion.html' title='it&apos;s never a fashion.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-9145818211580458117</id><published>2010-07-10T18:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T19:04:45.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homosexual. Is it wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wah Lao. You Gay Sia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't Love her. How can You hold her Hand on the Street...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?! Is it even a mistake to Love someone.. of the same gender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it's just another thoughts of mine, and YOU HAVE TO AGREE WITH IT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me. Loving a someone of opposite gender is nothing &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;NORMAL &lt;/strong&gt;about. It's just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COMMON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXPECTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Therefore, people is always saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You should get someone of the Opposite Sex! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear commoner. Have You actually stand on these Homosexuals side, thinking the way they are thinking or feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, these commoner always says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG! My &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; for him/ her is so unresistable. It comes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO NATURALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Gracious. You already know such feelings come naturally. Do you think you can control it well? trying to ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Deny the fact&lt;br /&gt;2. Try to control your feelings&lt;br /&gt;3. Phsyco yourself "I am Straight. I am Straight! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Love that is overwhelming in this homosexual. Could you say that the Love is at fault? Yar. If you only you are a typical Singaporean. Start blaming here and there and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Gay, Lesbian and Bisexual is Breaking the Law or a Baddie. They should be napped and thrown behind the Bar and NOT Countries trying to accept them and have Marriage for such Groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butch. Sissy. Drag. Tranny. They may seems unappealing to You all commoners. But, this is their natural character and behaviour. Are they at fault too? They might be always saying this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt; Everyone makes mistake. So do God. We are just like a Female/ Male soul in a Female / Male body. We have no choice. But to change it ourself.&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. If You damn Bastard can respect the elder, the disfigured one .. why not respecting them as a Homosexual and stop objecting anything or give weird stares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;It's never wrong to Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But still, it would be &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; to be Straight than Crooked. A Crooked Route is never easy to walk. But, if you manage to walk out of it. You will have a Happily Ever After .. Like Dianne. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492230971530632418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TDhS-DJ7XOI/AAAAAAAABQI/tPU3GMyTewU/s320/DSCF1489+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-9145818211580458117?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/9145818211580458117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=9145818211580458117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/9145818211580458117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/9145818211580458117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/homosexual-is-it-wrong.html' title='Homosexual. Is it wrong?'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TDhS-DJ7XOI/AAAAAAAABQI/tPU3GMyTewU/s72-c/DSCF1489+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-3476133359698863224</id><published>2010-07-08T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:11:46.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sausage Needs a Blow-Job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TDW9KRsZN5I/AAAAAAAABQA/J56fkG1pHMg/s1600/Sausage+and+Terrin+with+Roasted+Potato+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491503304894134162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TDW9KRsZN5I/AAAAAAAABQA/J56fkG1pHMg/s320/Sausage+and+Terrin+with+Roasted+Potato+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know. I know. The title sound familiar (You know, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sausage and Terrin&lt;/strong&gt; making for the first IS for term 2 after a week of school holiday. I swear, it's 100% handmade! From marination to stuffing, boiling and pan-frying. Stuffing of sausages is never an easy job. First, You got to stuff the piping nooze into Mutton Casing. Jaslynn and I are trying our best to stuff the bloody nooze into the casing. But it fails a Zillion time (exaggerating here)! Until something happen ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brendan.Brendy&lt;/strong&gt; : *stare at the straw that is stuffed in the mutton casing*  "Hmmm .. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaslynn&lt;/strong&gt; : *busy trying*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brendan.Brendy&lt;/strong&gt; : *blow into the straw, the mutton casing start to inflate.* "Wow!" *stunned*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaslynn &lt;/strong&gt;: "Hey! Blow again! Blow again!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brendan.Brendy&lt;/strong&gt; : "What?!" *stick tongue out.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how the Blow-Job came about. I know, it sounded Sick. But it's indeed a Blow-Job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pfft* It's really sicken to see the bloody sausages peeled when it's boiling! Thus my sausages are skinless! Sickening! Got to try harder !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-3476133359698863224?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/3476133359698863224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=3476133359698863224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3476133359698863224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/3476133359698863224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/sausage-needs-blow-job.html' title='Sausage Needs a Blow-Job!'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TDW9KRsZN5I/AAAAAAAABQA/J56fkG1pHMg/s72-c/Sausage+and+Terrin+with+Roasted+Potato+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-7478335728967793221</id><published>2010-07-07T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T21:15:53.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You call that School Holiday ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I came across this Page when I was on &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yahoo! Singapore&lt;/span&gt; not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491143868793550562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TDR2QV4A9uI/AAAAAAAABP4/MsoF4xzR3bs/s320/School+Holiday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Question in mind is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it only now that the Singaporean and Government know about this!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I believe that every student is complaining about having Loads of Homework to be done during the school holiday. What do you actually call a School Holiday? If teacher is going to be that unfair, issuing so much of homework, I doubt students will call this a 'Holiday'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a Holiday ? Holiday is a period of time spent for enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. How would the student enjoy their holidays with Homeworks? Vacations are cancelled or Homework brought along with them during their holiday. Seriously. Have teachers actually consider the feelings of the students when they actually assigned homeworks to them ? How many subject the student actually have? A little homework (as claimed by most if the teacher) given by each teacher for EACH SUBJECT! How could the overall homework be alittle. Damn it. Not only this, teacher also end up saying this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;If You don't want to hand up, it's fine with me. I have lesser work to be marked&lt;/strong&gt;. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;If you think these homework is so much for You. What about us, marking Hundreds of Paper?&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true though. But, If You, teacher give us lesser homework, won't you have lesser paper to mark. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Save the Paper, Save the Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Government trying to step into the Education system and do something about it? Yes. (as claim). So Government. DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT! No BULLSHITTING! Make the “balanced approach” a successful one !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more information - &lt;b&gt;Click Here&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-7478335728967793221?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7478335728967793221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=7478335728967793221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7478335728967793221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7478335728967793221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-call-that-school-holiday.html' title='You call that School Holiday ?'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TDR2QV4A9uI/AAAAAAAABP4/MsoF4xzR3bs/s72-c/School+Holiday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-293649710717530832</id><published>2010-07-07T20:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:23:45.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... *crow fly over*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Laugh at it or You Leave!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shalini&lt;/strong&gt; : " If You want to have a tattoo. You should go through the pain so that You will appreciate it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brendan.Brendy&lt;/strong&gt; : " I just want to beauty. Not the Pain! I'll put numb cream no matter what. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shalini &lt;/strong&gt;: " You know arh.. I've got a Friend who really Love tattoo so much. He Love the pain. That why he's always tattoo at the Bone. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brendan.Brendy&lt;/strong&gt; : *stare*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shalini&lt;/strong&gt; : " I tell You are Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ONE POKE ON YOUR BONE, IT'S SO PAIN THAT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YOU CAN DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;! *exaggerating with actions*&lt;/span&gt;  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brendan.Brendy&lt;/strong&gt; : " *pause*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Poke! Oh! It's Pain! DIE !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TDRvQiJsdRI/AAAAAAAABPw/oronYSGv67Y/s1600/IMG_7061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491136175507535122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TDRvQiJsdRI/AAAAAAAABPw/oronYSGv67Y/s320/IMG_7061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-293649710717530832?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/293649710717530832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=293649710717530832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/293649710717530832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/293649710717530832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/crow-fly-over.html' title='... *crow fly over*'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TDRvQiJsdRI/AAAAAAAABPw/oronYSGv67Y/s72-c/IMG_7061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-58677434536996258</id><published>2010-07-05T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:36:07.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school after a Long 1 Week holiday.</title><content type='html'>Is 1 week School Holiday seems short ? No! not at all. I'm missing school during the holiday. How could I ever bear with it if my holiday is going to be longer than a Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I failed to complete this post. My Mind is not working !!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, my conclusion is - I am trying to adapt to my new Timetable and I bloody don't know what Part of the Exam for FOWC I top the class for ! Practical or Theory arh ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-58677434536996258?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/58677434536996258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=58677434536996258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/58677434536996258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/58677434536996258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-day-of-school-after-long-1-week.html' title='First day of school after a Long 1 Week holiday.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-8169686105915615298</id><published>2010-07-03T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T19:19:44.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoning-in-process</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TC8bvBnIgZI/AAAAAAAABPo/LEPd33JBqMc/s1600/DSCF1221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489636965488296338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TC8bvBnIgZI/AAAAAAAABPo/LEPd33JBqMc/s320/DSCF1221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I crossed my Legs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tilted my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hold my teddy bear on my lap. (Yes, I hug a teddy bear, no my Monkey to sleep)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stare at the screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blast my music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm staying still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Lazying to move&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm suffering from a side effect (Nausea) after drinking a mug of Grass Jelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I just wake up from my NAP !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-8169686105915615298?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8169686105915615298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=8169686105915615298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8169686105915615298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8169686105915615298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/stoning-in-process.html' title='Stoning-in-process'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TC8bvBnIgZI/AAAAAAAABPo/LEPd33JBqMc/s72-c/DSCF1221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-6190054292459641107</id><published>2010-07-02T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T00:23:50.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to be a responsible commuters</title><content type='html'>Seriously, the only word I could use to describe our Fellow Commuters in Singapore is only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUDE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you denying ?! Don't. Are You even proud to ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fart in the Train&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lean against the Pole on the Train.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not giving up 'Reserved' seats to the needed ones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standing at the door area and REFUSED to Move to the center of the Train.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying to squeeze into the train when the Passenger is not even out of the train yet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's time to reflect on yourself (/ves). Typical Singaporean. *shake head*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As people always say.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Everything happen for a reason'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's solve each problem one by one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fart in the Train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You mean You don't even have the ability to control your Fart as a human? I think your muscle has already gone hay-wire. If not. Please, be considerate to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;alight the train and fart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;; not fart and act innocent! Rushing for time?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Hold Your Fart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lean against the Pole on the Train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you telling me that You are born without a backbone or your backbone have problem? It's time to make a trip down to the clinic. A single pole can at least be grab by 5 people, however, because of those Inconsiderate Idiots, these poor people have to left balancing themselves after a tiring day.  What to do?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Stand and grab the pole properly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Don't want to ? then GRAB a CAB !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not giving up the 'Reserved' seats to the needed ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are You pregnant, old or a handicapped? Can't you get your butts off the Seats when you see there is people who needs the seat for than you these prefectly fine faggot do ? It's never wrong to seat. But, at least &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;take the initiative to give up those seats to the needed ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when they aboard or you saw one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Standing at the door area and REFUSED to move to the center of the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;' &lt;strong&gt;Later I cannot get out of the train how?!&lt;/strong&gt; ' &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You all will be saying this. Indeed. Because all of you are thinking this way. The train always 'seems' packed. and the people at the back door area are enjoying the 'fresh' air. How stupid can You all be ?! &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move to the center of the TRAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! For Your info. Just for your information, if you forget to do so. &lt;strong&gt;OPEN YOUR BIG EARS&lt;/strong&gt;. The train do play this instruction. "Pleas move to the center of the train.. "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Trying to squeeze into the train when the passagers are not even out yet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I 100% Know that You are afraid to miss this train. Please, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Follow the direction pasted on the platform of the Train. Passagers, pleas do your part by moving out of the train by the center of the door. Please do your part&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*****&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway I doubt Singaporean understand my words and Governments effort seems to be a Fail AGAIN! Singaporean is just Singaporean. Unique Singapore arh! Please. Singaporean You can do it. Make Singapore a better place to live in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way. I really feel like slapping Students in their school uniform not Giving up seats to the needed one especially when those people are &lt;strong&gt;infront&lt;/strong&gt; to them! What Moral did Your school teach ?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: " Leave my grammar and whatever mistakes alone! Leave it ! "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-6190054292459641107?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6190054292459641107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=6190054292459641107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6190054292459641107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6190054292459641107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-be-responsible-commuters.html' title='How to be a responsible commuters'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-7087881919280090866</id><published>2010-07-01T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:10:06.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He sucks !</title><content type='html'>BEWARE -- You are going to experience a post of another COMPLAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCwQ7MXlwFI/AAAAAAAABPg/K2oCLqZdmjM/s1600/DURIAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488780654976286802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCwQ7MXlwFI/AAAAAAAABPg/K2oCLqZdmjM/s320/DURIAN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. Which idiot doesn't know what fruit is this *point to the picture on top*. Exactly. It's none other than the FUCKING SMELLY Durian. Sorry. I am a typical &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANTI&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Durian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*deleting the picture of durian from my desktop*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how can people love Durian when it stinks to the core. It &lt;strong&gt;STINK&lt;/strong&gt;, Look &lt;strong&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/strong&gt; and it is &lt;strong&gt;UGLY&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh! I remember my mum telling me that when I was a foetus in her tummy. She vomitted and had diarrhoea the entire night by just eating 2 pathetic seed of Durian. *&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;evil laugh&lt;/span&gt;* It seems that my hatred for durian is born in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is. I just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Durian! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Fact #10 - I FUCKING HATE DURIANS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: " To EVERYONE who eat durians. Never burp in front of me! Or else.. *evil smile* "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-7087881919280090866?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7087881919280090866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=7087881919280090866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7087881919280090866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7087881919280090866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/07/he-sucks.html' title='He sucks !'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCwQ7MXlwFI/AAAAAAAABPg/K2oCLqZdmjM/s72-c/DURIAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-8638970082076250435</id><published>2010-06-28T14:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:33:45.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thank God for ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCg_qdoQD1I/AAAAAAAABPY/WSA8m_eUIp0/s1600/DSCF1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487706144691457874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCg_qdoQD1I/AAAAAAAABPY/WSA8m_eUIp0/s320/DSCF1208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh My God..!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;thank You for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCg_p7INFUI/AAAAAAAABPQ/lKcWyTF0wig/s1600/DSCF1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487706135430239554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCg_p7INFUI/AAAAAAAABPQ/lKcWyTF0wig/s320/DSCF1179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bringing ShiHui into my Life. I've got a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Loyal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCg_pdWCgDI/AAAAAAAABPI/x-2yt5lstsw/s1600/DSCF1182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487706127435202610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCg_pdWCgDI/AAAAAAAABPI/x-2yt5lstsw/s320/DSCF1182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Creating opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for me to get to know more about Stella, &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; New Friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCg_o7DPMeI/AAAAAAAABPA/v1oXKzQKj8c/s1600/DSCF1247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487706118229537250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCg_o7DPMeI/AAAAAAAABPA/v1oXKzQKj8c/s320/DSCF1247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bringing these 3 Little Girls into my Life,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; creating CHAOS and RANDOM-ness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. in good ways ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCg_oZhb2KI/AAAAAAAABO4/b3NF7Gqbtp4/s1600/DSCF1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487706109229389986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCg_oZhb2KI/AAAAAAAABO4/b3NF7Gqbtp4/s320/DSCF1242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the Least.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for these great gatherings on Friday and Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (the picture above is a Group photo taken on Saturday.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;THANK YOU !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-8638970082076250435?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8638970082076250435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=8638970082076250435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8638970082076250435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8638970082076250435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-thank-god-for.html' title='I thank God for ...'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCg_qdoQD1I/AAAAAAAABPY/WSA8m_eUIp0/s72-c/DSCF1208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-7076738888667875034</id><published>2010-06-24T18:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:42:30.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when 3 girls went into the Pussy Den..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCM0F0xTgAI/AAAAAAAABOw/Vl6Mpdf86HE/s1600/DSCF1130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486286045736828930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCM0F0xTgAI/AAAAAAAABOw/Vl6Mpdf86HE/s320/DSCF1130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCM0FdpXiJI/AAAAAAAABOo/ArUCTlNjOG4/s1600/DSCF1129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486286039529523346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCM0FdpXiJI/AAAAAAAABOo/ArUCTlNjOG4/s320/DSCF1129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once upon a time.. When &lt;strong&gt;3 little girl&lt;/strong&gt; from &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHATEC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were being &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LURED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; into Pussy Den by Brendan.Brendy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Chaos BEGAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laughters&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Craziness&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Stupidness&lt;/strong&gt; filled the tiny Pussy Dens. We were gossiping, chatting, sharing ghost story and most importantly, we are all Dancing to the Korean Songs. *shake butt*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! Jaslynn (one of the little girl, as claim. Obviously she is NOT) was stunned by Hanna's (one of the other little girl) "WOAH .. !! ~~ " . What's that .. Something. *XD*. Only we know it! As people always say..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;For me to know. For &lt;strong&gt;YOU TO FIND OUT&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really hate this line though...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's it. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p/s: " Exam is FINALLY Over! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-7076738888667875034?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7076738888667875034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=7076738888667875034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7076738888667875034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7076738888667875034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-3-girls-went-into-pussy-den.html' title='when 3 girls went into the Pussy Den..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TCM0F0xTgAI/AAAAAAAABOw/Vl6Mpdf86HE/s72-c/DSCF1130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-1283856087929771340</id><published>2010-06-18T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T19:16:17.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>" Realistic "</title><content type='html'>I had a chat with my younger brother last night about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;DREAMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Therefore, I am now inspired to write this post to share with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Dream&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; 'Realistic' Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;" &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Realistic&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to the dictionary, realistic means  - &lt;strong&gt;Real or Practical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone dreams. Be it day-dreaming or dreaming in your sleep. It can also be your 'Dream' (goal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But NOW, I am talking about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dream&lt;/span&gt; as in your &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Goal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a Dream. I dream to be a &lt;strong&gt;Chef&lt;/strong&gt; in the future. People dream to be a teacher, fireman or more. But, the problem is, is your Dream &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;REALISTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, is it practical?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving you an example of my Brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is a &lt;strong&gt;Primary 6 repeat student&lt;/strong&gt;. Obviously his study is &lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt;. He said he wanted to score &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for his PSLE this year. Can he do it? Sure do. But he is going to work SUPER hard. But, is it Realistic? No. Base on his result. he is just at the border line. You see the differences?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream can be fulfill. But. People always set High Dreams and it became so UNREALISTIC.  Common dream by everyone - " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to be a RICH man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ". Can it be fulfilled? Yes, sure do. But again, is it &lt;strong&gt;Realistic&lt;/strong&gt;? No. You got to work super hard and first of all, what is your Job and the economic situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always important to set a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REALISTIC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dream for yourself. It's never wrong to set a dream for yourself. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A Dream set as a Goal for Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. A Dream may not be reached at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will share &lt;strong&gt;my thought&lt;/strong&gt; for Dream. &lt;strong&gt;A dream is a Goal for Life&lt;/strong&gt;, as I said. A dream is also a '&lt;strong&gt;Summary&lt;/strong&gt;' for what I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a Chef. Now, what do Chef do ? Chef cooks, he teach, Chef plays with Food, and prepare food. Currently, I am working towards my dream as a Chef. But, I may come across a day when I decided to be a Mentor in a Culinary school or a F&amp;amp;N teacher. Doesn't a Mentor in Culinary School and F&amp;amp;N cook, teach, prepare food for lesson and plays with food? See. You get a picture of what I actually mean ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say that You dream to be a Fireman. Fireman save Life, Kill Fire.  But, one day you are requested to worked in the Fire Extinguisher  Company, creating Fire Extinguisher. Doesn't fire extinguisher Kills Fire and Save Life by putting out fire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;em&gt;You should understand now. If you don't, read till you understand!&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dream may not be your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FINAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; target. But a " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Summary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" of your Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is. My conclusion is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Set a &lt;strong&gt;REALISTIC&lt;/strong&gt; Dream for yourself!&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TBtNxvip--I/AAAAAAAABOg/hfX2PfArY8M/s1600/DSCF0990+-+Edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p/s: " You do not need to agree. That's just my thoughts! "&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/4894125872534867911-1283856087929771340?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/1283856087929771340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=1283856087929771340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1283856087929771340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/1283856087929771340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/realistic.html' title='&quot; Realistic &quot;'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-6689943017330183667</id><published>2010-06-17T20:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:28:11.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;shit. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SHIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You being sorry to your &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and your&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;toilet-bowl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for not visiting the toilet today?! If you have.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bad Pussy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Do You know HOW IMPORTANT SHITTING IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logically and Obviously&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;remove your toxic in your body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Toxic not removed? Die &lt;em&gt;lorh&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I cannot shit neh..!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you done the following?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;To eat more fruits and vegetables for dietary fibre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Drink more water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Exercise more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you have&lt;strong&gt; NOT DONE SO&lt;/strong&gt;! You are obviously a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BAD BAD Pussy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! You know, other than doing the 3 steps just to benefit yourself from shitting, it also benefit yourself by &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gaining more Vitamins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from fruits and vegetables, enable &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blood to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;circulate better and replenish your body liquid content&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If you don't know, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW YOU KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So. What are you waiting for ?!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Get into position on your toilet-bowl, and start PUSHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, DO NOT&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read while you shit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Game while you shit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoke while you shit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Let your body relax and concentrate on shitting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. How can you shit well while reading or gaming? Poor &lt;strong&gt;ass-hole &lt;/strong&gt;(I meant the ass hole in between your butt crack! XD). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Go! Be a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ood Pussy&lt;/span&gt;. Seat on the Toilet-Bowl and get ready to get your Job done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Remember, always shit at &lt;strong&gt;least once a day&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: "&lt;strong&gt; the post above is Just for FUN! It's also a brief revision for my coming Exam. XD&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-6689943017330183667?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6689943017330183667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=6689943017330183667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6689943017330183667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6689943017330183667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/shit.html' title='Shit?!'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-6801357668531513287</id><published>2010-06-13T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T20:04:38.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you Mummy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TBTS5QCzb-I/AAAAAAAABOY/3gLKdqC5htI/s1600/DSCF0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482238527417839586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TBTS5QCzb-I/AAAAAAAABOY/3gLKdqC5htI/s320/DSCF0812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my way to my Mum's house this afternoon. I walked past Bread Talk displacing all the colourful, nice delicacies at their window. You know what's that - Cakes. I was yearning for a Cake, a birthday cake. However, I was so upset this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mum is so sweet to buy me a really SMALL cake from Polar and celebrate with me. She even gave me a Birthday card, asking me to be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But I was showing her a gloomy face and spoilt her mood. She even asked me to bring the cake home, but I've forgotten it ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm such a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;B&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mummy&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: " My Mum's cake is the only cake I had for this year Birthday... X'( "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-6801357668531513287?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6801357668531513287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=6801357668531513287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6801357668531513287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6801357668531513287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/thank-you-mummy.html' title='thank you Mummy..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TBTS5QCzb-I/AAAAAAAABOY/3gLKdqC5htI/s72-c/DSCF0812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-8079528866271453982</id><published>2010-06-13T19:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:32:20.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's call it a "Special" Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First and foremost.&lt;strong&gt; I should and it's a MUST that I must greet myself a Happy 17th Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;. 17 years-old is weird age, not too big, neither too small. Whatever it is. It does not matters. What matter the most, is how I spent my day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's such a Disappointment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Everything is so predictable; my day sucks. Totally sucks. I'm not even happy at all. I can't smile today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My day is spoilt by my Dad. He nagged at me first thing in the morning because of my brother &lt;strong&gt;THANKS TO HIS BLOODY NAGGY TUITION TEACHER&lt;/strong&gt;! *point middle finger*. Logically my day would be spoilt after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carried those bad feelings with me to my mum's house. My mood is totally spoilt and she is indirectly affected her too. &lt;strong&gt;I'm really sorry Mummy&lt;/strong&gt;. Sigh. I felt such a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do today ?! Nothing - Just catch Shrek Forever Somethings (I know I'm slow) and have a short snack with my Mum and Brother in Ajisen. Look! That's how I celebrates my birthday. Plus. No one in my family greet me a happy birthday except my Mummy and my little Brother. X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NORMAL SCHOOL DAY IS LOT MORE BETTER THAN TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. It's birthday. You would definitely look forward and expect something really interesting to be coming up on that day. But, this year. &lt;strong&gt;It just simply Sucks&lt;/strong&gt;. I spend my day rottening and emo-ing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's be positive. Today is ALSO my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time receiving almost &lt;strong&gt;50 greetings&lt;/strong&gt; from 50 different people. Thanks to FB. and of course, I can't deny my close friend too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. How come I sound so pathetic? It seems that I used to have so little friends in the past. X(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;, I would like to thank all my friends who wishes me a "Happy Birthday" today. Thank You so much! You all had made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next&lt;/strong&gt;, I would like to thanks my close friends for all the encouragement You guys sent to me to cheer me up today! ILY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today is never a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt;. Instead, it's a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SAD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: " I would never want to expect so much for my birthday again. Once bitten, twice Shy "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/p/s: " I tried to take a picture of myself today. But I look too ugly .. It's just not a cam-whore day!X( "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-8079528866271453982?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8079528866271453982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=8079528866271453982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8079528866271453982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8079528866271453982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/lets-call-it-special-day.html' title='Let&apos;s call it a &quot;Special&quot; Day..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-382691231957745494</id><published>2010-06-12T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:18:12.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just another disppointing Lonely Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TBMlhcnMBHI/AAAAAAAABOI/jgDY4quvUxw/s1600/DSCF0948+-+Edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481766427986494578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TBMlhcnMBHI/AAAAAAAABOI/jgDY4quvUxw/s320/DSCF0948+-+Edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm predicting that my Birthday is going to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lonely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stuffy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Struggling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Upset&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a Big " &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BOO...~~&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's my birthday again in another 10 hours. Currently. I had no PLAN. No Motivation. Maybe I should just concentrate on my upcoming Exam. Seriously, where are all my friends that I wanted to go out with. I admit that I am been really Idiotic to choose the group of friend that I wanted to go out with. But, seriously I wanted the outing to be &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; way. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for My sake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I'm Sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm just been Realistic and Childish. Who doesn't want a &lt;strong&gt;Good&lt;/strong&gt; Outing for their birthday? Right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aiya..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever it is, Examination is around the corner. Time to concentrate on my Studies. Studies first! Birthday .. *err..* Forget it. :) Things is going to be fine. Rottening tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way. I'm grateful that Dianna is the FIRST to greet me a "Happy Birthday!". Thanks alot Honey. Who's &lt;strong&gt;NEXT&lt;/strong&gt;?! &lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-382691231957745494?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/382691231957745494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=382691231957745494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/382691231957745494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/382691231957745494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-just-another-disppointing-lonely.html' title='it&apos;s just another disppointing Lonely Year...'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TBMlhcnMBHI/AAAAAAAABOI/jgDY4quvUxw/s72-c/DSCF0948+-+Edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-7599812579025658519</id><published>2010-06-10T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:27:59.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's coming to the end of Term 1 ..</title><content type='html'>In a blink of my pair of eyes (I've created something again), I'm coming to the &lt;strong&gt;End&lt;/strong&gt; of Term 1 in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;SHATEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Can You believe it ?! 16 months to my graduation. Definitely, I will be missing all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Good and Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time in Term 1. *sad* Nevertheless, You are expected to have Examination after each term. So,I'm going to announce that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WILL BE HAVING MY TERM PRACTICAL EXAMINATION TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! ShiHui is making me worry by asking me Question and Questions. *chilling-in-process*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should treat tomorrow's practical examination like a &lt;strong&gt;NORMAL PRACTICE&lt;/strong&gt;! *self-consulting*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, there is a few things you can do to help me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;SMS me and wish me &lt;strong&gt;"GOODLUCK!"&lt;/strong&gt; , no "BadLuck" allowed! " &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Choy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Call to wish me " &lt;strong&gt;GOODLUCK!&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray for me to wish me "&lt;strong&gt;GOODLUCK!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's all. And You know what. I will appreciate &lt;strong&gt;SO SO SO MUCH&lt;/strong&gt; ! alright. I'm just kidding. I'll do my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's it! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-7599812579025658519?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7599812579025658519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=7599812579025658519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7599812579025658519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7599812579025658519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-coming-to-end-of-term-1.html' title='it&apos;s coming to the end of Term 1 ..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-760579357686232651</id><published>2010-06-07T16:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T16:37:52.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Sick and Mr Nauseau paid me a Visit.</title><content type='html'>I am awarded wit the BEST Certificate - the Medical Certifcate for being courteous, care and responsive towards is ENEMIES namely - Mr. Sick and Mr. Nauseau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY SUCKS! All my energy are drained thanks to vomitting .. X(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-760579357686232651?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/760579357686232651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=760579357686232651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/760579357686232651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/760579357686232651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/mr-sick-and-mr-nauseau-paid-me-visit.html' title='Mr Sick and Mr Nauseau paid me a Visit.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-7724729622269875661</id><published>2010-06-04T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:58:36.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming to the END..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAjZDdeAP1I/AAAAAAAABOA/JdRMl1AUVNo/s1600/DSCF0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478867600169516882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAjZDdeAP1I/AAAAAAAABOA/JdRMl1AUVNo/s320/DSCF0886.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; -cough cough- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LONG HECTIC, BUSY, TENSE&lt;/span&gt; period coming to the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, for the reason being, My PROJECT is FINISHING. You know what, I really deserve a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;BREAK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, nevertheless &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ICE-CREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My group is almost done with the Essential in Food Knowledge project. -applause- It's so.. so... -err- "PROUD" to tell You all that I actually don't know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, let alone understanding what I've done. Oops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I just know that It is coming to the End. It's time to relax....~~ *beaming with joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HOLD ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Examination is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;COMING IN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TWO WEEKS&lt;/span&gt; TIME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! *point middle finger* I wonder if I am even able to pass this time round. Sigh Sigh ... Whatever it is,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just Do my BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST for You INFORMATION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY IS AROUND THE CORNER! 9 More DAYS... You know what to do.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-7724729622269875661?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/7724729622269875661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=7724729622269875661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7724729622269875661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/7724729622269875661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-coming-to-end.html' title='It&apos;s coming to the END..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAjZDdeAP1I/AAAAAAAABOA/JdRMl1AUVNo/s72-c/DSCF0886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-2109167232050770723</id><published>2010-06-01T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T22:41:07.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMRT - SUPER MORON RIDE THIS</title><content type='html'>Seriously. &lt;strong&gt;Do You actually enjoy riding the MRT or LRT during peak hours&lt;/strong&gt;? NO! Not for me. I'm so fucked up with my encounters today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was drizzling this afternoon, thus I decided to left my home before it starts raining heavily. I took out my card and tap. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED LIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". My card was actually INVALID! Wait! There's still $4 plus left. I've went to the Control Station in BISHAN, and asked carefully, can I still you this bloody student pass, they say &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;! So now.. they might as well asked me to &lt;strong&gt;CHANGE&lt;/strong&gt; that time right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NETS-Tap card flashed in my mind. So I decided to use it. Again, I realise that the balance in that card is running &lt;strong&gt;LOW&lt;/strong&gt;. So, I've decided to top-up. Lucky right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WAIT! General Ticket Machine can NEVER TOP UP NETS-Tap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why on the fucking world to create that then? Upgrade the BLOODY machines especially in LRT area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to just buy the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Standard E-ticket&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thank God, still can buy ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold on.. I've got only $50 notes in my wallet&lt;/strong&gt;. Awesome, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;FUCKING AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I am left with &lt;strong&gt;NO CHOICE&lt;/strong&gt;, but to go home and get another ticket. By the way, has Singapore Government actually think that &lt;strong&gt;THEY SHOULD SERIOUSLY UPGRADE THE ENTIRE MRT SYSTEM, INCLUDING LRT&lt;/strong&gt;?! Busy upgrading the Town area and forget about those at the other end of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would I want to change?! Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;the bloody &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;SPEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the MRT! Don't you find that &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;..?! Encouraging Singaporeans to ride MRT instead of driving, yet not trying to be efficient, increasing the bloody speed. Who wants to ride the &lt;strong&gt;MRT&lt;/strong&gt; ?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Please, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Decrease the BLOODY temperature of the air-conditional in the Train, make it cooler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You all know that the train would be opening the door, every 5 minutes (in average). Yet trying to save the electricity. Everyone is perspiring wearing long sleeves and even &lt;strong&gt;BLAZER&lt;/strong&gt;. Poor Singaporeans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Increase the Bloody MRT by it's width&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I know it maybe hard. But, bloody Singaporeans like to stay around the door area. Crowding around there, not moving to the center of the Train. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Increase the escalator by it's width&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Singaporean doesn't understand the meaning of "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Standing to Your LEFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". So, now increase the width of the Escalator so that People can stand at both sides!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;REMOVE THAT ROUTE WHICH TERMINATES AT YEW TEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It's the stupidest route I can ever FIND! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not the Least. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;CHANGE THE RETARDED GATES in the MRT station&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. They are so bloody retarded, causing Human Jams. Change it to the LRT type!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright. I shouldn't be so selfish. Apart from this, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Singaporean SHOULD ALSO DO SOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STAND to ONE SIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! YOU DON'T OWN THE BLOODY ROAD!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Move to the CENTER of the Train Cabin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if you are alighting later at the town area. What for crowding around the Pole! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STOP SQUEEZING INTO THE CABIN WHEN YOU KNOW IT IS FULL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, BLOODY FOOL! Singaporean just love squeezing ?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOP PUSHING! and FASTEN YOU SPEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next but not the least,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; STOP PUSHING MY BAG WHEN YOU ARE WALKING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Government should actually physically experience the Squeezing and Pushing during Peak hours in Singapore. What!? You told Singaporean to ride Trains instead of driving, while you enjoy you air-con and fresh air in Your Posh Car. Marvellous! What?! Because you are Government is worried for you safety?! Why not having a "PRIVATE Cabin" infront of the MRT Train specially for Governments and Governments worker?! It's all because of the lack of experience you had - Not taking the Train, You would never know what to improve on and the feelings of the commuters. Government. It's time to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TRY-IT-YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: " I am too agitated to check for my Spelling and Grammar error ! "&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-2109167232050770723?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2109167232050770723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=2109167232050770723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2109167232050770723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2109167232050770723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/06/smrt-super-moron-ride-this.html' title='SMRT - SUPER MORON RIDE THIS'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-8866156175036510678</id><published>2010-05-30T19:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T20:12:22.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's always another side of Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAJRnY6V4qI/AAAAAAAABN4/JWPrLwxqDc8/s1600/DSCF0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477029833979847330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAJRnY6V4qI/AAAAAAAABN4/JWPrLwxqDc8/s320/DSCF0371.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is always another side of me .. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;n 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; woke up realising that my vision are Clear.. I started to think, "&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Could it be that my vision are recovering?&lt;/span&gt; ". Until I stood in front of my mirror, I finally understand why - &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I actually wore my colour contact lens to sleep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Funny?! Not! I clearly shown another &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; side of me. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is still another side of me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;situation 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my brother asked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Can Your wife hold my title UP high like I am holding? (raise hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; Can Your wife hold Her CB up as high as You wanted?! (point middle finger)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is this &lt;strong&gt;DISGUSTING&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SACARSTIC&lt;/strong&gt; side of me ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these is just part of ME .. xoxo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that's it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: " No offence.. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-8866156175036510678?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/8866156175036510678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=8866156175036510678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8866156175036510678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/8866156175036510678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/theres-always-another-side-of-me.html' title='there&apos;s always another side of Me...'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAJRnY6V4qI/AAAAAAAABN4/JWPrLwxqDc8/s72-c/DSCF0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-4766642393132614590</id><published>2010-05-29T22:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:06:11.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when Pussy (/ ies) meet Dickie..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAEsmmxfl_I/AAAAAAAABNw/TSlEEl6yD9E/s1600/DSCF0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476707663614023666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAEsmmxfl_I/AAAAAAAABNw/TSlEEl6yD9E/s320/DSCF0792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAEsmN-wsXI/AAAAAAAABNo/5j90e--d87s/s1600/DSCF0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476707656958783858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAEsmN-wsXI/AAAAAAAABNo/5j90e--d87s/s320/DSCF0690.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAEsluCU-tI/AAAAAAAABNg/I_t9wRZeH2M/s1600/DSCF0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476707648383810258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAEsluCU-tI/AAAAAAAABNg/I_t9wRZeH2M/s320/DSCF0617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAEslBaHXzI/AAAAAAAABNY/h392z5JFVBA/s1600/DSCF0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476707636403986226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAEslBaHXzI/AAAAAAAABNY/h392z5JFVBA/s320/DSCF0600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet all my new Pussies... xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-4766642393132614590?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4766642393132614590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=4766642393132614590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4766642393132614590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4766642393132614590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-pussy-ies-meet-dickie.html' title='when Pussy (/ ies) meet Dickie..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/TAEsmmxfl_I/AAAAAAAABNw/TSlEEl6yD9E/s72-c/DSCF0792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-4949911334355151516</id><published>2010-05-27T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T20:46:09.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I call it a SAD Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_5lbQPkM4I/AAAAAAAABNQ/VzogNOEokH4/s1600/DSCF0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475925715820229506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_5lbQPkM4I/AAAAAAAABNQ/VzogNOEokH4/s320/DSCF0514.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What day is this ?! It seems that my friends around me are sad. I should call this a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gays'&lt;/span&gt; Sad Day. I am moody too. I am so angry and got so agitated over my Project stuff. I hate been confused. What on the Bloody World is going on?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh. Well, keep that aside. My English Skit is a totally thumbs-up. Everything went so smoothly. The amazing part is that we never actually give a proper practice. We just read and try to be "last-minute" thinking of activities to make full use of the 20 minutes! Shalini and I are coming up with Interactions to make full use of 20minutes. Everything is so LAST -MINUTE. Nevertheless, thanks to everyone hardwork and creativity, Ms Ong &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it! *celebration - throw rose petal*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next! Next! Chef Samson gave me a new name - &lt;strong&gt;Brend Brend&lt;/strong&gt;; after hearing me giving Mr Koh a 'cute' name! *LOL*. Please. Don't call me that ! *-.-*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. I think that's about it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's it! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: "Shalini is back! I got my Kisses back! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/p/s: " Shalini! Bitch is found in the Dictionary arh! It means female dog! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/p/p/s: " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE PROJECT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-4949911334355151516?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/4949911334355151516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=4949911334355151516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4949911334355151516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/4949911334355151516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-call-it-sad-day.html' title='I call it a SAD Day.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_5lbQPkM4I/AAAAAAAABNQ/VzogNOEokH4/s72-c/DSCF0514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-6537871380932569910</id><published>2010-05-25T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:15:48.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is just tiring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_vpUCck9iI/AAAAAAAABNI/BteiPaIe7Dk/s1600/DSCF0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475226302462359074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_vpUCck9iI/AAAAAAAABNI/BteiPaIe7Dk/s320/DSCF0695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; is busy revolving around School and Project. I am tired now. Can I talk a rest ? Just a short one.. I promise, I will be back....~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-6537871380932569910?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6537871380932569910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=6537871380932569910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6537871380932569910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6537871380932569910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-is-just-tiring.html' title='Life is just tiring.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_vpUCck9iI/AAAAAAAABNI/BteiPaIe7Dk/s72-c/DSCF0695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-45250440989502402</id><published>2010-05-24T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:14:36.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no title required!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_qT-bseK7I/AAAAAAAABNA/tLEt9ude8lA/s1600/DSCF0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474850997817715634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_qT-bseK7I/AAAAAAAABNA/tLEt9ude8lA/s320/DSCF0587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Rocks as usual.&lt;br /&gt;My day remains as silly as usual.&lt;br /&gt;My Friends is as cute as ever.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Secondary days and friends as much as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is getting better now. 2 project still in hand. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Things is never EASY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always tell me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brendan, Life in SHATEC isn't going to be easy. You must be tough... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;See You so pampered. I shall see how You suffer in SHATEC...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, obviously, I would get brain-wash by these hypocrites (&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Line 2&lt;/span&gt;) and people. But, still I am grateful to those who sincerely support me (&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Line1&lt;/span&gt;). Well, true enough. &lt;strong&gt;Life in SHATEC is indeed tough&lt;/strong&gt;. BUT! I do enjoy it. I enjoy crapping during I.S. I enjoy cleaning the damn Kitchen and see my friends playing around. That's the joy. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Kitchen - it isn't as BAD as you all thought, probably next time when I am in the industry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know. I was singing and dancing in the Kitchen during I.S with Jaslynn just know. &lt;strong&gt;It's SO SO MUCH FUN&lt;/strong&gt;. Who will think that Kitchen is BAD! It's tough in some point of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Looking forward to more school activities. &lt;strong&gt;BUT! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I REALLY HATE PROJECTS!&lt;/span&gt; It's driving me NUTS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_qT-KZS_nI/AAAAAAAABM4/syVHQuPhvNE/s1600/DSCF0651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474850993173888626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_qT-KZS_nI/AAAAAAAABM4/syVHQuPhvNE/s320/DSCF0651.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_qT9qRMdSI/AAAAAAAABMw/2-7OFyV2rbo/s1600/DSCF0617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474850984549971234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_qT9qRMdSI/AAAAAAAABMw/2-7OFyV2rbo/s320/DSCF0617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_qT9B2b96I/AAAAAAAABMo/CQy81FuuOvo/s1600/DSCF0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474850973700323234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_qT9B2b96I/AAAAAAAABMo/CQy81FuuOvo/s320/DSCF0589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_qT8nf1KlI/AAAAAAAABMg/8x0UbctMdcs/s1600/DSCF0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474850966626183762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_qT8nf1KlI/AAAAAAAABMg/8x0UbctMdcs/s320/DSCF0600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: " I miss SHALINI! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/p/s: " SHALINI is MISSING so MUCH FUN in School!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/p/p/s:" Kissing is my NEW HOBBY! X)"&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/4894125872534867911-45250440989502402?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/45250440989502402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=45250440989502402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/45250440989502402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/45250440989502402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-title-required.html' title='no title required!'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_qT-bseK7I/AAAAAAAABNA/tLEt9ude8lA/s72-c/DSCF0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-24921771838241342</id><published>2010-05-20T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T20:00:37.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have so much to share..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_UaVcQ29LI/AAAAAAAABMY/9uQTRBvJ1o0/s1600/DSCF0521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473309877805184178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_UaVcQ29LI/AAAAAAAABMY/9uQTRBvJ1o0/s320/DSCF0521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (this picture is NOT photoshopped! the bloody computer repairman delete that programme! T.T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back after 6 days. I'm busy with my school stuff as per normal this entire week- Progress Test, Practical Exam and my Hygiene Test (I got 46/50! So proud of myself!). things are getting better now. I'm currently trying to get inspire and waiting to start on my script for my English Presentation - I've yet to get started. I got to hand up by 10pm today! *tsk tsk ..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech for Host Communication is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;BIG "WOW!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; . I actually manage to finish reading my speech - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Introducing Singapore, Singapore Flyer and Singapore Zoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;Totally Hilarious&lt;/strong&gt;. I saw everyone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LAUGHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Hopefully it is something Good Right? "Mmmm..." At least I manage to attract the attention of my audience. As usual, I laugh in front of the Class again! I'm Weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. Next! Practical test is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TOTAL DISASTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It's so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLOODY stressful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and nervous. I was lucky that the Chef did not split my food out. My vegetable &lt;strong&gt;FAIL&lt;/strong&gt;! My carrot is uncooked as told by my Chef. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are coming into Fish for Main Course. It is sad to know that my Term Exam, we, the host (student) is required to COOK &lt;strong&gt;FISH&lt;/strong&gt; !!! &lt;strong&gt;WHAT THE F&lt;/strong&gt;! You know what! As usual, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE FISH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sigh. I shall try to &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; Fish tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've never &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; school as much as now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. In addition, &lt;strong&gt;I have never had SUCH INTENSE FEELING in Me&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm in&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Finally. But, still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Time got to do the Job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. *waiting impatiencely*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least, I'm ending my post with my Food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_UaU1zIUrI/AAAAAAAABMQ/nyedMezpQFk/s1600/Breaded+Dory+Fish+with+Garlic+Potato+Wedges+served+with+TarTar+Sauce+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473309867479945906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_UaU1zIUrI/AAAAAAAABMQ/nyedMezpQFk/s320/Breaded+Dory+Fish+with+Garlic+Potato+Wedges+served+with+TarTar+Sauce+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Breaded Dory Fish with Garlic Potato Wedges served with Tartar Sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_UaURYCeaI/AAAAAAAABMI/RPWKvkNbp7M/s1600/Roast+Chicken+Breast+with+Ratoville,+Roasted+Potato+served+with+Brown+Sauce+(Progress+Test.+2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473309857702640034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_UaURYCeaI/AAAAAAAABMI/RPWKvkNbp7M/s320/Roast+Chicken+Breast+with+Ratoville,+Roasted+Potato+served+with+Brown+Sauce+(Progress+Test.+2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the Chicken is my product of Practical Progress Test!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's it! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-24921771838241342?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/24921771838241342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=24921771838241342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/24921771838241342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/24921771838241342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-so-much-to-share.html' title='I have so much to share..'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S_UaVcQ29LI/AAAAAAAABMY/9uQTRBvJ1o0/s72-c/DSCF0521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-2920561720516407508</id><published>2010-05-14T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T20:22:48.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh dear..~~</title><content type='html'>oh dear .. ~~ I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BORED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (again)! Why is the night so&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;L..O..N..G..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tonight? It's too early for me to start cuddling on my Sexy Cosy Bed. What's with my MSN tonight? I've no one to chat with. *Urgh!* In Short -&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM PATHETICALLY BORED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I miss getting away for a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.S today is awesome. I receive a praise from Chef Samson, saying that I am improving. However, he ended his line,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"..&lt;strong&gt;don't be too complacenent&lt;/strong&gt; arh.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's true that by human nature thinking, they will start to go proud when they receive praises. However, this time round, this praises does not works too much on me. I've set my mind to do WELL in this School! I don't want to "&lt;strong&gt;IMPROVED&lt;/strong&gt;", but also to "&lt;strong&gt;STRIVE&lt;/strong&gt;". Isn't that the motto of my Secondary School?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STRIVE &lt;/span&gt;and NOT to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YEILD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fret not! I would 'fly to the sky' by just that praise. All praises are little Motivations to keep me going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. Ebough of my nonsense. Let me end the post with my Food I've cooked today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-08ceUN6CI/AAAAAAAABMA/GnYluoZinmw/s1600/PanFry+Medium+Beef+Steak+with+Seasonal+Vegetables,+Roasted+Potato+served+in+Black+Pepper+Sauce+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471095582196885538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-08ceUN6CI/AAAAAAAABMA/GnYluoZinmw/s320/PanFry+Medium+Beef+Steak+with+Seasonal+Vegetables,+Roasted+Potato+served+in+Black+Pepper+Sauce+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PanFry Beef Steak with Seasonal Vegetables and Roasted Potato Wedges served in Black Pepper Sauce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it! BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Having a BF does not make You the King of the World and there is NOTHING TO BE PROUD OFF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: " Hmm ..I think people doesn't know how to TAG me or Leave me a Comment eh?! Just click 'BitchHere'. That's all! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-2920561720516407508?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2920561720516407508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=2920561720516407508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2920561720516407508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2920561720516407508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-dear.html' title='oh dear..~~'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-08ceUN6CI/AAAAAAAABMA/GnYluoZinmw/s72-c/PanFry+Medium+Beef+Steak+with+Seasonal+Vegetables,+Roasted+Potato+served+in+Black+Pepper+Sauce+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-5542649818267628065</id><published>2010-05-13T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T22:05:38.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a month has GONE!</title><content type='html'>In a blink of an eyes, I've been in SHATEC for &lt;strong&gt;more than a month&lt;/strong&gt;. Other than the period of arguement with Shalini, &lt;strong&gt;my day in school is awesome&lt;/strong&gt;. I meet new friends, people of different story to share and personality. Of course, I get to meet really great Mentors and Chef, who are willing to teach me everything they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first progress test in school today. I finally realise that my Secondary school F&amp;amp;N paper is&lt;strong&gt; SO MUCH EASIER&lt;/strong&gt;! I miss the F&amp;amp;N paper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell all my friend this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;We have all come to the Next Stage of Life, be it if You Fail in the past, what ever had happen is all a HISTORY. Now, LOOK FORWARD and START MOVING ON. Polytechnic, ITE or SHATEC Life will be equally wonderful and mermoriable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my Good Friends in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;SHATEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have all wittness the toughness and the format of the paper today. Many things could have happen in the past one month. We only have approximately 11 more months with each other before our half year internship. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;No matter what, I will Pull You up from where You fall, and MOVE on TOGETHER, FOR WE ARE FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;. IF I were to FALL. Remember to stop your Pace, Move Backwards and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PULL ME UP&lt;/span&gt;. OKAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Alright, I shall end the post with my Main Course I've prepared on Wednesday! *xoxo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-wD2sDmKTI/AAAAAAAABL4/vs9mYguiP1M/s1600/Roast+Chicken+Breast+with+Ratoville,+Roasted+Potato+served+with+Brown+Sauce+(plate+1+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470751885422373170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-wD2sDmKTI/AAAAAAAABL4/vs9mYguiP1M/s320/Roast+Chicken+Breast+with+Ratoville,+Roasted+Potato+served+with+Brown+Sauce+(plate+1+(1).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Roasted Half Spring Chicken with Ratoville and Roasted Potato served in Brown Sauce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's it! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-5542649818267628065?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5542649818267628065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=5542649818267628065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5542649818267628065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5542649818267628065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/month-has-gone.html' title='a month has GONE!'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-wD2sDmKTI/AAAAAAAABL4/vs9mYguiP1M/s72-c/Roast+Chicken+Breast+with+Ratoville,+Roasted+Potato+served+with+Brown+Sauce+(plate+1+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-224911171830126827</id><published>2010-05-12T08:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T08:38:18.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE it!</title><content type='html'>Hey! Do You Love Your School?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if You get into a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Real Good School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like Singapore Polytechnic, but unable to get into the course you wanted. Would you still be enjoying your school life, learning something that you are not interested in? You may be enjoying it, probably the &lt;strong&gt;Great &lt;/strong&gt;time you had with your Classmates. &lt;strong&gt;It's Good&lt;/strong&gt;! But, frankly speaking, I thought it maybe just &lt;strong&gt;wasting of your time&lt;/strong&gt; learning something that is not related to your dream career or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;SHATEC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a month. I used to be thinking that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh God, I'm going to suffer a tonnes here. I doubt I will have good life. And What?! this Diploma is not even Government Recognised! Fuck it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'm so damn glad to tell myself now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I actually &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ENJOYING&lt;/span&gt; my school life now. Looking forward to school ALMOST everyday to meet my Classmates and attending I.S lesson every Monday, Wednesday and Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fret not! I am not sick. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I know that I am learning something I have been enjoying. Learning something that I LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. What more could I ask for? Well, there is one - Please remove those Hardcore Subject and the Pathetic LONG Hour on Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I actually wanted to share here - ALWAYS GO FOR THINGS THAT YOU LOVE. GRAB THE OPPORTUNITY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's it!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: " Yet to revise for tomorrow's Progress test! Tsk tsk ..! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-224911171830126827?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/224911171830126827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=224911171830126827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/224911171830126827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/224911171830126827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-it.html' title='I LOVE it!'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-2560244976241111671</id><published>2010-05-11T10:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T10:37:08.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a total Fail Day Yesterday.</title><content type='html'>Practical as usual yesterday. &lt;strong&gt;Roasted Chicken Breast, with Buttered Potato and Mushroom Fricase&lt;/strong&gt; (I don't know how to spell) on the Menu.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The whole entire practical turned out to be a MESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Oil splatting all over the place, it even splatted onto my hands. Red Wine Sauce tasted weird, but taste better after it is being heated up the last time, I wonder why too. My Chicken Breast is slightly overcooked. It's alittle hard. What a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to say this, and Shalini wanted me to say this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Her Red Wine Sauce was good!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ahem- I just said that! Yes. Shalini wine is better than mine yesterday. Surprisingly. *XP*. She so damn bloody proud the whole day yesterday! *&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;*. It's total hilarious bitching with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, whatever it is. I shall ebd this post with the Picture of my Food I've prepared yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-jBDOEOMMI/AAAAAAAABLI/ITc1QKkN4BY/s1600/Roasted+Chicken+Breast+with+Potato+and+Mushroom+Fricase+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469834008501039298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-jBDOEOMMI/AAAAAAAABLI/ITc1QKkN4BY/s320/Roasted+Chicken+Breast+with+Potato+and+Mushroom+Fricase+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: " &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've yet to study for my exam! Marvellous eh ?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-2560244976241111671?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/2560244976241111671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=2560244976241111671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2560244976241111671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/2560244976241111671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-total-fail-day-yesterday.html' title='It&apos;s a total Fail Day Yesterday.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-jBDOEOMMI/AAAAAAAABLI/ITc1QKkN4BY/s72-c/Roasted+Chicken+Breast+with+Potato+and+Mushroom+Fricase+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-5432615686368823177</id><published>2010-05-07T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T15:56:52.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Learnt.</title><content type='html'>"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tada..!!~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; " I'm back with a post of 4 photos! It's all my food! From Chicken to Fish and even Soups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First ! I shall Introduce my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Roast Spring Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-PGJwLVqUI/AAAAAAAABLA/iuTlo3fPM7E/s1600/LGIM0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468432243411495234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-PGJwLVqUI/AAAAAAAABLA/iuTlo3fPM7E/s320/LGIM0101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-PGJXwzlnI/AAAAAAAABK4/IleKEcvtiQo/s1600/LGIM0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468432236857759346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-PGJXwzlnI/AAAAAAAABK4/IleKEcvtiQo/s320/LGIM0100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Pouched and Pan-Fried Fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! *Eew..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-PGIxdFzTI/AAAAAAAABKw/tI5Zpq9ZCsI/s1600/LGIM0099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468432226574519602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-PGIxdFzTI/AAAAAAAABKw/tI5Zpq9ZCsI/s320/LGIM0099.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the Least, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Minestrone&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Consomme&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Onion Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p/s: "Onion Soup is the worst out of all! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-PGIUkMzVI/AAAAAAAABKo/6w0QCM0xQE4/s1600/LGIM0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468432218819710290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-PGIUkMzVI/AAAAAAAABKo/6w0QCM0xQE4/s320/LGIM0098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*ahem!* I'm so proud of myself! I am able to debone Fish and Chicken! Not prefect, but at least I am able to do it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's it! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-5432615686368823177?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/5432615686368823177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=5432615686368823177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5432615686368823177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/5432615686368823177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-ive-learnt.html' title='What I&apos;ve Learnt.'/><author><name>Brendan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03287296125793882702</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S3yoZVHoQoI/AAAAAAAAA6s/Y1YRF9NDGOs/S220/DSCF9188.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uXhWWz5g0g8/S-PGJwLVqUI/AAAAAAAABLA/iuTlo3fPM7E/s72-c/LGIM0101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4894125872534867911.post-6982312266559323847</id><published>2010-05-06T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:36:11.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish ! (again)</title><content type='html'>We are going into main course! *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fish! I cooked fish yesterday! Sea Bass - White and "Sexy" right! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Nevertheless, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still hate fish&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taught to fillet fish from the &lt;strong&gt;WHOLE&lt;/strong&gt; entire Fish. What! Who needs help here! I don't ! So proud of myself that I am able to do IT MYSELF! *pad on my shoulder*. Frying of fish was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;G-O-O-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Except that the edge of the fish breaks off! *Pfft!*. Pouched Fish is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;BETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Fish to eat, soup to drink! Even though the stock isn't suppose to be served together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found my weakness so far! I'm always unable to handle Roux! What the FISH! My stock always reduce drastically when I am whisking the roux into the soup! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WHY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*tsk tsk..* Going to work on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: "&lt;strong&gt; No matter what! Fish Sucks! They aren't cute! except some xoxo!&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;p/p/s: "&lt;strong&gt; I'm still proud that my fish is edible and delicious yesterday!&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;p/p/p/s: " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Roast Spring Chicken with Brown Sauce, Roasted Potato and Seasonal Vegetables on Menu tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4894125872534867911-6982312266559323847?l=brendanbrendy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/feeds/6982312266559323847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4894125872534867911&amp;postID=6982312266559323847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6982312266559323847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4894125872534867911/posts/default/6982312266559323847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brendanbrendy.blogspot.com/2010/05/fish-again.html' title='Fish ! 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