<?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-8240268896970534714</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:55:30.289-08:00</updated><category term='&apos;'/><title type='text'>Unhappy times..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-1728937525276652915</id><published>2008-11-01T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T06:22:05.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&apos;'/><title type='text'>Basketball wai dui training.</title><content type='html'>Hey hey peeps, today is a meaningful day. In the morning bout.... 9 something, went for breakfast. Came back, watch television for awhile then went for tuition. Back at home. Went to bathe, change and watch tv until aunt came. Brought me to Zhenghua CC for bball training. Training was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) tiring. well of course!&lt;br /&gt;2) A total disaster when i didnt know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;3) Shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You maybe thinking, why shocked. Well.. I thought i wont get to play lah not coaches fault..&lt;br /&gt;cos its like, im new to this team but.. suddenly coach say, Sean, go . i was like, im absolutely new.... i duno how play. so coach was like, nvm.. try ur best but have to follow the new rules. The bball association made a new rule lah... played well. in my opinion but missed a friggin layup. sry guys haha okok thats bout it and my captain injured. Dunno if his really ok . Chai Sim, you k not? kk gtg see yah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-1728937525276652915?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/1728937525276652915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=1728937525276652915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/1728937525276652915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/1728937525276652915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/11/basketball-wai-dui-training.html' title='Basketball wai dui training.'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-2913571143599894886</id><published>2008-10-30T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:57:51.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>once lost, twice lost, thrice lost, what's more to come?</title><content type='html'>Well... I lost my wallet .. Freaking angry. Overturned tables, slammed doors, shouted some vulgarities. Worse off, I cried. thats the last thing a guy should do after loosing something. Maybe.. retribution. I don't know man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  today played handball, fun like siao. basketball team vs other teams from other classes. WE WON! ole ole ole ole... ole... ole!! haha k if i continue its gonna be LOOOONNNNNGGG.... ahhaha ok. I dont know why im happy but. Half half bah.. Ms Kavita said it right, Whats the point crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I lost my mind man. I cant stop. what can i do? I also wana thank my friends for lending me money. Comforting me.. Now, Bev's leaving. To where? im not sure. Well... Im just sad that she's leaving. I found myself stoning why i saw that message. with the french fries in my mouth. I thought of myself crying while walking home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I think it was absolutely pointless. I just made a shame outta myself. I hate crying . Who dosent? but one has to comfort and pat them on the back. The person i wanna thank most is Lewis and Sherman for their ultra care and concern. Although missing you guys when we graduate, we can still have gatherings.. Well.. I dont want bev to leave. Friends, Basketball team, will miss her a h*** lot. We love her. As a friend of course. Bev, dont forget US!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-2913571143599894886?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/2913571143599894886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=2913571143599894886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/2913571143599894886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/2913571143599894886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-lost-twice-lost-thrice-lost-whats.html' title='once lost, twice lost, thrice lost, what&apos;s more to come?'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-6777495686221143840</id><published>2008-10-29T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T00:00:47.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Multi- sports camp</title><content type='html'>Today, we had multi-sports camp. Basketball... Sigh.. coach very imba all free throws all go in . Dammn sick. Haha we were the champions 4 the basketball today. yipee.. not really good yippee.. but, coach asked me to join wai dui. ouside team, but mom wouldnt let.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I feel upset over such things liddat. Just wanna play basketball. After meeting such circumstances, I will try to persuade my mom. Just dun understand why not give it a try. Lewis also goin'. dunno why so lazy todae. Like shit sia... tmrw gettin' medals. Not excited at all. Nothing do at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Maybe i'll just stone sit on the chair. Think of my previous wrong-doings.. I just did one yesterday.. Maybe not go into this matter. Now legs aching.. aching allllllll over. Sianz..  nvm. dun blog le.. going to sleep.. goodddynight! bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-6777495686221143840?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/6777495686221143840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=6777495686221143840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/6777495686221143840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/6777495686221143840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-2-multi-sports-camp.html' title='Day 2 - Multi- sports camp'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-1906299252036471388</id><published>2008-10-29T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T05:28:26.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love instincts. Vital</title><content type='html'>Its back! haha maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I felt like blogging today after i suffered sunburn.. face friggin red. Today, we had some multi-sports camp lah. Den i played soccer.. Sigh.. didnt score. well... scoring aint the main aim in a soccer. Maybe coach said right. Discipline, respect is an important factor in a game. So... we played 2 matches. One lost, one won. i made a through ball to... LEWIS. dammn nice. Coach praised, but missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the camp bout 1.30, went to west mall with XF and zhiyun. Watched high school muscial 3. Which really had much kissing parts. haha.. At that moment of time, i wished that my beloved was here, sitting beside me, watching movie... etc etc... What i planned to do was.. if she was here. I would try to hold her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately.. she didnt come.. becos it was kinda last minute thing lah...this is not the main point of this post.. whereas.. Im trying to point something that loved one may leave somehow. Im feeling really vexed over this matter after watching Yujing , Chun, Xavi , Lewis play bball this morning.. It gave me a kind of irritating feeling that yujing's tryin' to impress her for some reasons. Well..i felt really bad. I cant stand it. Too much. I dont know.. im tired of thinking stuff. Im stuggling. trying to get out of the sea which i landed myself into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, she's drifting away. A long long way. I have a instinct that something bad is goin' to happen to one of us. I dont want to end there. Im serious now. Not the playboy you think i was. Im not what i am today. Im truly serious bout this. I cant let it go, I cant let her go. Its vital. In fact, getting her is already an ultimate gift no one can ever recieve. Yes, you might have thought of it. Its love. Not just ordinary love, but a very strong feeling of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need sometime to think of what im over-sensative about. About this, if the special one' reading... Im really sorry but i dont wanna let you go. pls dont say that 2 words. Its a hurting phrase. I hope what you said to me, was from the bottom of your heart. Not a fake. Please tell me truthfully. I have only the fews to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              no matter what, im behind you always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-1906299252036471388?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/1906299252036471388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=1906299252036471388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/1906299252036471388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/1906299252036471388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-instincts-vital.html' title='Love instincts. Vital'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-8407071358288619128</id><published>2008-10-14T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:30:16.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>something about HER</title><content type='html'>As you've tried to guess, all wrong guesses.... haha let me give you a clue on HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kind&lt;br /&gt;2) Prettay...&lt;br /&gt;3)Smart  - Might not be those from Charity Faith Kindness.. Humility&lt;br /&gt;4)Long hair / Short Hair = Middle..&lt;br /&gt;5) Repeat 1-5 again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                               Haiz.... dunno why your keep asking... find the answer yourselves lahs... Dun ask for answer... ok this is good clue. she's not from my class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LONG!! GUESS GUESS GUESS? cant guess? too bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-8407071358288619128?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8407071358288619128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=8407071358288619128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/8407071358288619128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/8407071358288619128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/10/something-about-her.html' title='something about HER'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-894256523309338727</id><published>2008-10-10T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:53:32.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over..</title><content type='html'>ahah Im back posting haha...very long alr.. i very sian so never post anything haha... so now i post more los..&lt;br /&gt; PLease! please... dun spam I hate spammers. ONE more spam, i delete this blog and i create password le. so your betta stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HOW's PSLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easy? sigh... who ask ur dun work hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-894256523309338727?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/894256523309338727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=894256523309338727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/894256523309338727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/894256523309338727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/10/over.html' title='over..'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-7666158632403518036</id><published>2008-09-03T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:18:53.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheez? Rather not..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yoyo... haha I didnt post anything yesterday... BUT! Aiya.. I will post... today, was another day of supp class at school... Mrs Shum think she darn F zai. Anyhow scold ppl. One day should actually tell her that she really very ridiculous... cant stand it? walk out dude... All is gone and let new come. &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;One day at a time - This is enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do not look back and greive over the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for it is gone. &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;Do not be troubled about the future, for it has yet to come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live in the present, and make it so beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that it will be worth remembering..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This poem's really meaningful lah... Haha. However, I still cant think of more. To relax, I took this picture and this is what I look like..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SL45czV7QwI/AAAAAAAAACU/TZa07tAiP5s/s1600-h/me+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241690183287128834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SL45czV7QwI/AAAAAAAAACU/TZa07tAiP5s/s320/me+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-7666158632403518036?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/7666158632403518036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=7666158632403518036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/7666158632403518036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/7666158632403518036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/09/cheez-rather-not.html' title='Cheez? Rather not..'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SL45czV7QwI/AAAAAAAAACU/TZa07tAiP5s/s72-c/me+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-8621597423197822702</id><published>2008-08-31T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:28:54.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S'pore women into prostitution</title><content type='html'>Three weeks after having her appendix removed last year, Filipina bar girl Camille was forced by her pimp back to work as a prostitute in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;Penniless and deeply in debt in a foreign land, 24-year-old Camille, not her real name, had no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She says she had sex with men in hotel trysts arranged by her pimp, who took most of the money, until she sought shelter at the Philippine embassy.&lt;br /&gt;"My wounds barely healed and I was being forced to have sex," she told AFP, breaking into sobs during an interview before flying home earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;"The pimp had no pity. The men had no mercy. I should have listened to my parents not to come here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Philippine embassy officials said Camille, a single mother, is among a growing number of Filipina women lured by human trafficking syndicates to Singapore, Southeast Asia's wealthiest economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Promised jobs as "entertainers" in pubs and restaurants, many instead find themselves virtually indentured as prostitutes, working to pay back the cost of getting here.&lt;br /&gt;Women interviewed by AFP said they were locked in cramped apartments, given one meal a day and told they owed between 1,000 and 4,000 Singapore dollars (736-2,945 US) to their pimps for bringing them to the city-state.&lt;br /&gt;The sex industry in Singapore -- where prostitution is legal but pimping and public solicitation are not -- is dominated by women from the Philippines, Thailand, China and Vietnam, industry sources said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Philippine embassy in Singapore said there were 212 cases of human trafficking involving Filipinas in 2007, up from 125 in 2006 and from 59 cases in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Of those 212, nearly 30 percent admitted to having engaged in prostitution or said they were coerced into sexual acts, it said.&lt;br /&gt;Filipino consul Neal Imperial described the numbers as the "tip of the iceberg" as they reflected only women who turned to the embassy for help.&lt;br /&gt;The US State Department, in its 2008 Trafficking in Persons report, put Singapore on its list of countries not doing enough to combat the problem. Cambodia and Sierra Leone were among others named.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The report urged Singapore, which has yet to ratify the 2000 UN Trafficking in Persons Protocol, to "vigorously investigate and prosecute both labour and sex trafficking cases".&lt;br /&gt;Responding to the US report, Singapore's Ministry of Home Affairs said reported cases of forced prostitution fell to 28 in 2007 from 33 in 2006 and 35 in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Police investigated all 28 cases and found evidence in only one, the ministry said.&lt;br /&gt;Human trafficking experts said Singapore's figures differ from the US report because the police do not consider women as trafficking victims if they arrive voluntarily.&lt;br /&gt;In contrast, the United Nations counts women as victims if they are lured by false promises about working conditions, and if they are exploited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore should accept there is a problem, said Sallie Yea, an Australian consultant who has researched sex trafficking in Asia. "Singapore is still in the denial mode."&lt;br /&gt;The island-state is an attractive destination, experts said, because women can enter without a visa on cheap flights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Gee, of the non-government group Transient Workers Count Too, said acknowledging that human trafficking exists could be embarrassing for the government, which likes to perpetuate Singapore's squeaky clean image.&lt;br /&gt;But he said the government's bid to maintain that image could push it to tackle the issue.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm optimistic that Singapore will actually rise to the challenge and deal with it," he said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-8621597423197822702?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8621597423197822702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=8621597423197822702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/8621597423197822702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/8621597423197822702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/08/spore-women-into-prostitution.html' title='S&apos;pore women into prostitution'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-839615533737976402</id><published>2008-08-30T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:05:20.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakdowns.</title><content type='html'>Hello... havent blog for sometime huh. Well guess what. Im gonna post everyday to update.. I feel super super unhappy about somethings which I am not supposed to be unhappy about lah...Today, after church I set my mind on going to anchorpoint -- Anchorpoint. Whereas my mom wanted to go and have her hair cut.. After she left on the bus, 111, my dad told me, dont go lah... So I was like.. FREAKIN P.I.S.S.E.D ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   OK nevermind. Then we go to Jurong Point.. I wanna play arcade. Cannot. Then, we went to sports link, royal sporting house. I saw this shoe which really catch me eye. VANS... OK, we came here to get my shoes. Then my brother picked all the retarded shoes that I didnt really want. So when I told my father that I wanted that that shoe, he could have said yes. Allll thanks to my "good" brother. Dont mind telling me anything. Cos i wont listen to nothing. After that, I wanted to change my phone as I have requested for days.... Then, when my brother requested a change, I WAS ALL FUMED WITH ANGER U DOOOOO DOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue what the hell shud i say. I dont know how many phone he change.. If he changed, I shud have a change at leas once in 2 years?? He change like everyday .. I don't know mann... ITS pissing everyone off. I dont even get to change like m father, brothers mother does.. I know Im p6, is in no position to say anything.. Luckily, A blog, A diary... Man was created to love God. Not to love phones. However, I really wanna change a new phone which is 1st hand. maybe not. 2nd hand might to better... I take care of it. I promise/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-839615533737976402?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/839615533737976402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=839615533737976402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/839615533737976402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/839615533737976402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/08/breakdowns.html' title='Breakdowns.'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-134252055949502745</id><published>2008-08-25T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T04:13:48.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers Day!!!</title><content type='html'>hellos hellos! Adios Adios! Selamat Bin K*****I hahahha!!! hey, havent been blogging for like ages.... hehe do you know??? This Friday is Teachers Day. After teachers day celebration, we gonna have a challenge. Tan Jun and me vs Clement Yong and Jia Qi brother. Dont know who's that.... Haha anyways,,,,,,, WE ARE GONNA WIN! WHOOP THEIR FREAKING ASS MOTHERS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-134252055949502745?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/134252055949502745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=134252055949502745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/134252055949502745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/134252055949502745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/08/teachers-day.html' title='Teachers Day!!!'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-3752674746265323819</id><published>2008-08-18T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T04:41:52.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geeeeeez!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yo yo... Sigh... another day of school, RETARDENESS!!!! I am freak angry yaw... RAWRR.. I don't know what happened to me know...Suddenly over some small little things I get fed up.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Like today...Today, I got realllly!!! **** up.. I fought with a classmate 2 times. Michael and Tan Jun. This was what happened. - Michael.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today, during recess, he kicked my butt... I calmed myself and told myself he's retarded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;However, at 2.00pm upon reaching our class. He kicked me again. What I did? DUH!!! I punched him in his face. Then he threw the Pink dolphin water bottle at me.  I kicked his stomach then we continued fighting... until 2 level. We stopped at the staircase and my  English Language teacher stopped the class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;She asked me to go to the front. I did so in respect and in obedience. She asked who I was fighting, I said Michael. After that, she asked us to fight. I wanted to but i resist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;( I dont dare lah! haha)  In my mind I wanted to but I was tempted to. SIN has taken PLACE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;So TAN JUN. About 6.35 in the morning, he budged in and play basketball WITHOUT asking. How selfish. Then I asked him to be considerate by asking b4 he plays. He ignored. Asked him go away, he scold my mother. I INSULTED BACK!!!!!  someone help me... if TAN, ur reading this, sorry. GOT carried away. I like someone alr... I know it myself. I shud not tell. She shud not know. But! this is a poem for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As you've known, I once liked Desiree right? This was the poem I wrote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I watch her from across the room,So beautiful, innocent and shy.Yet she has no recollection of our love,People often ask me "Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She somehow suffers from memory loss,It disappears when she closes her eyes.Next morning I'm a stranger,No matter how hard I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same cycle each day,Something about her makes me melt.I should let go but I keep holding on,With her an incredible feeling I've never felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say I'm wasting my time,But I know that's not true.I'd give anything in the world,Just to hear from her the words "I Love You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard when the one you love doesn't remember you,Doing your best to make her fall in love in every way.It's true when people say love makes you do crazy things,Because for you I'd do this everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by, DESIREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is the girl I like .. ABIT bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is so quiet...Like slipping into a deep sleep.Forever drifting among the clouds,Counting each and every sheep.Whole body at ease,Basking within the light.A warming serenity,Longing to hold on tight.Angels singing in the distance,Drifting closer, getting near.Everything was soft and sweet,Their voices so perfect and clear.I open my eyes slowly,And there you sat, my friend.Holding me within your arms,Till my last breathe, the very end.They say your whole life flashes before you when you die,But I know now that that's not true.The last thing I saw was something beautiful,And that beautiful something was you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-3752674746265323819?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/3752674746265323819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=3752674746265323819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/3752674746265323819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/3752674746265323819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/08/geeeeeez.html' title='Geeeeeez!!!!'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-8131528670566351542</id><published>2008-08-15T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:07:33.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigs.</title><content type='html'>Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;  Pigs, are pigs, they cannot change. Well, I have a brother who sits 24 hours in front of HIS laptop and never helps, what he helps is.. I ask him saying that, " Can you help me with this computer? Dosent seem to work..." "Off the computer." After saying this stupid words which really makes me so angry he starts playing the Laptop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Also, what does verbal action do? In such a circumstance, nothing. Nothing. So I told him that verbal action does nothing, to help. He said it does. I asked him how. He told me that when the person ask another person to help on the fan, he says you can ask the person to do it themselves. WHAT THE HELL does it help to do?! I don't know, you ask him! I am the person who always go and buy , DINNER and LUNCH! Oh I forgot. Bert did ONCE! darn big shot. The eldest did ONCE! The youngest does it always for the them to eat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   What he always do at home is to always command and he can conquer. Who are we? put yourselves into my shoes, asking ur brother to help when he does only verbal action. Its irritating right? He calls me Hyper-Active, I call him a pig. My attention span is short. That's how God created me. There is no reason why God created someone who has been a pig for the past 17 years on this Earth. Isn't it not? I mean, blame God for not giving me a attention span that is short whereas I cant study, sit still or listen to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;   Thats why I don't really like smart people like from Hwa Chong sec, Raffles, ACS... They are all freakin' smart. Why can't I be smart give me their results! I also have not even a slight clue why God put so sosososososso smart people in Church. To swan us?  You tell me, ya, so what, I am stupid! I dont think God can really change me you know, cos its up 2 me. I dont know... I really do not know what God has for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-8131528670566351542?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8131528670566351542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=8131528670566351542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/8131528670566351542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/8131528670566351542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/08/pigs.html' title='Pigs.'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-7200523209610280937</id><published>2008-08-10T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:54:26.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Dad, Tell me.</title><content type='html'>As soft winds sweep away the daysI look back on life through a haze.Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,In childlike gaze that never ends.The laughter in a game of catch,Shall memory ever attach...To innocence in youthful eyes,Catching the ball to Dad's surprise.I recall my first bike, first wreck,Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?"Convinced me to give one more try,While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the joy knowing he was there,Making him proud my only care.There was nothing I couldn't do,My heart held fast that to be true.Though teenage years were kind of rough,I sure wasn't too big or tough.You taught me to defend what's rightAnd never back down from a fight.So I learned the hard way to stand,Still, with each lump, I found your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing from you an inner strength,And stubborn pride of equal length.But there the line of fate was drawn,As though I blinked and you were gone.I found myself facing the sun,Not man, not boy, fatherless, one.Eyes blinded by a void inside,I could not live that you had died.Alas finding it to be true,I could do nothing without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, Dad, today just hear my call,I'm sorry that I dropped the ball.My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,My emotions undisciplined.I can't get up although I try,Please don't be upset if I cry.Though I can't fight what I can't see,Please, Dad, say you're still proud of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    haha, I was just bored. Nothing to write about. Dad, if your reading this, pls do not get upset..&lt;br /&gt;Im bored. Im tired. I've tried. You just dont believe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence builds an awful wreckage of a boy.It feeds on loneliness and creates a void Gray shadows haunt and torment and tortureA teenager is stricken and destroyed&lt;br /&gt;There is no sound of laughter or happiness hereThe little one has thrown in the towel todaySomber, melancholy moods decay the soulIt is futile to hope and dream and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emptiness builds a home in this Man.In this boy, this child where hollows have bred A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes and eats away at every connecting thread&lt;br /&gt;Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,Leaving nothing considered worthy remainsDestined to walk through life less ordinaryAlone, exiled, different and disdained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-7200523209610280937?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/7200523209610280937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=7200523209610280937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/7200523209610280937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/7200523209610280937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-dad-tell-me.html' title='Please Dad, Tell me.'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-1070447059974344951</id><published>2008-08-04T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:00:08.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She bangs!!</title><content type='html'>hehe, back with another freak post! jajajaj mojojojo.... I can't stand it when someone put his/her things in my PERSONAL locker. Let me share with you an incident which happened to me not long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I did not remember wrongly,  I think it was.... 7 th July someone suddenly placed their things in my locker. I was like..." WTH?! who would do that?" then I didnt dare to open the things that they put in my locker cos' I thought it was a bomb... Yes, I am that noob! In that instance, I felt like taking the things and throw it out of my locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  However, on a second thought, I thought, " NO lah... cannnot liddat later that person ah... kill me. Later, we went for out banding class then lecture lah. When I came back, I turned the code for my locker and opened it up... then there was a "beautiful" letter. Upon opening it up, I was abit!, ABIT! scared. Cos' I never took any of my friend's things without permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like, its my locker, why cant I open the things that are in my locker? Ya, so I just opened the letter lah. Looked at the bottom of the letter ! it was for me, Yes for me. However, when I read the first sentence and there was... A freakish which totally, awesomely, Ultimately shocked me. You wanna know what the first word is? " Dear" aiyo!  I never even said anything to a girl or even confessed my "love" for that girl. I think I should not reveal her identity... So I shocked. I tell my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to the basketball court. On the way there, Hold on wait.. lets address her as "B". Yes, as I was saying, she said, "eh Sean! I call alot of ppl DEAR so don't be shocked."Hmmm if you were me, will you share this same thought as me. The thought was, are you kiddin' me? dont lie that you call everyone dear. Hmm... Then she change , "papa". Isnt that WORSE? ok nvm. What I was exactly thinking was, you like me huh... Aiya like that lor... what to dO?? .. NVM I'll just live with it. hahaha GTG! bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-1070447059974344951?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/1070447059974344951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=1070447059974344951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/1070447059974344951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/1070447059974344951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-bangs.html' title='She bangs!!'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-2996060288480174080</id><published>2008-07-25T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:12:53.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up, School , Home , Tuition</title><content type='html'>Yep, thats what I do everyday, thats why, life IS boring. I cant be contented with what I have. I never never never ever get contented. I dont know why... Maybe its life? I'll be banned for the next 2 weeks. So I'm like "tou wan" which means secretly playin lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, I have been hooked up to a game on the DS : Harvest Moon. My brother says I am lame playing this kinda game. You may think, Childish! Eh, I am P6 alr leh... I got my own game bought myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy A2 Grimoire Drift... Sumthing like dat... I GTG! see ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-2996060288480174080?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/2996060288480174080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=2996060288480174080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/2996060288480174080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/2996060288480174080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/07/up-school-home-tuition.html' title='Up, School , Home , Tuition'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-5423460763376309340</id><published>2008-07-21T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T04:53:43.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DS! here I come!</title><content type='html'>Heheh you're right. I'm getting a DS just for $255. Ain't no parents money! Its mine ! First game: Harvest Moon. Its gonna be mine for the first time in my life! Haven't got anything that belongs to me yet. Im gonna get it soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral was S.U.P.E.R easy today man! I did English today. Picture was about a cinema. 5 ppl only. So very easy tell.... Easy man!!! Feel so good. Hmm... what colour shud i get? Red? Blue Silver? I dono... today jsut thinkin' nout DS DS DS DSDS D SD+SDSMPSSDDSIR vrgsr6b  makes me so darn crazy... not gonna talk much though. GTG see ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-5423460763376309340?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/5423460763376309340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=5423460763376309340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/5423460763376309340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/5423460763376309340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/07/ds-here-i-come.html' title='DS! here I come!'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-541462272851717919</id><published>2008-07-20T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T04:48:23.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I dont know?</title><content type='html'>Hehe now I have been posting as I have nothing to do but post. Er.... tomorrow's Prelim oral. I dont know what dammm picture is it gonna be. Just have to pray hard that the teacher will be kind and give me a passing mark. About 16? I dono I learnt some skills from my teacher. Prep was one of them, Clock : Past Present Future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have to do now is to just pray hard. Entrust my results to Him. Do you know? I just think of playing whenever exams are coming. Its very bad for me. My dads out for holiday, with his company, smsed us saying that it has been raining for days. Almost everyday. So bored. Yet, this is my created skin, SOFTD = Skin of the day lah... Dono whether nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when i blog, is either I dono what to type or I lazy press publish button. So I close it. DONE. thats it.  Eh. let me tell you a really ultra lame joke. Why did the turtle cross the road?&lt;br /&gt;Answer = It wanted to go to the shell station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I dononoono whata to type so i gtg remember tag it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-541462272851717919?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/541462272851717919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=541462272851717919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/541462272851717919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/541462272851717919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-know.html' title='I dont know?'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-8529991947000536735</id><published>2008-07-19T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T00:51:02.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is life?</title><content type='html'>"Man is sinful and separated from God. Therefore, he cannot know and experience God's love and plan for his life."  Do you know. Its is a very big case of not knowing this verse. I mean it is the sacrifice he made for us, Man was created to have fellowship with God; but beacuse of his own stubborn self-will, he chose to go his own independent way and fellowship with God was broken, This self-will, characterized bu an attitude of active rebellion or passive indifference, is and evidence of what the Bible calls Sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died in our place.&lt;br /&gt;   "God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very guilty. I hit someone. A blue-black on his eyes made a new breed of panda. I'm gonna make a million bucks! someone says, why? I said, Monkey can talk. Aiyo.. Its very embarrasing you know insulting some idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh sigh.... Idk. Life's like that. A minute someone says your a flirt. Thats the way God created me. What else do you want from me? God has a purpose. He has a plan I know.  Are you having ego boost? someone asked. Thats the way I am. I have to change, "Bu grace you have been saved though faith; and not of yourselves, it is the girf of God; not as a result of works that no one should boast." Yes, I dont look like a christian, I dont look like a person who is kind, but I am a child of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-8529991947000536735?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8529991947000536735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=8529991947000536735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/8529991947000536735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/8529991947000536735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-is-life.html' title='What is life?'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-3559334022361251600</id><published>2008-07-18T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:47:47.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O.W.N.E.D !</title><content type='html'>Aww man! yet another day the freakin teacher freakin called. My mom was not at home. My brother picked up the call. I handed it most of the homework alr what... I only remember that i didn't hand in the Review 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I thought he was helping me by asking me to do it but not to tell my mom. Darn! I feel so darn angry. He told my mom. I dont remember not handing it in leh... I handed everything. Now must do the computer Maths thingy... you think I want ah? I cant even argue anything abt the calling parents thing lah. Now I know truly who is my closer brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my eldest brother. My most close one is my dad. Always protect me. Sometimes i get into quarrels with my mom becos of my mother coming home from work and nagging. My dad will be very angry. Coming to think of it , I really think he likes to see me in trouble. Is that so? Idk. He always say, "yes!" that I didnt do my homework. He think very fun teachr call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bell rings.&lt;br /&gt;                 Now, lets face the music. Lets backtrack, was playing computer, brother answered. Appears to be Mrs Shum.He wrote down what i didnt hand in. ANGRY, Mom came home.&lt;br /&gt; Now! Now its the time for bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad super ultra bad scolding...&lt;br /&gt;hohoho who knows? Mom came home, went to the room said, Sean you havent do ur online work right? take out ask Mrs Chin help you. Btw, Mrs Chin = Tuition teacher. Phew.......... the bad scolding appears to be a asking kinda question. Ok nvm sum it up lah I got owned. Just felt it in a way somehow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-3559334022361251600?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/3559334022361251600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=3559334022361251600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/3559334022361251600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/3559334022361251600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/07/owned.html' title='O.W.N.E.D !'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-4792984001914882034</id><published>2008-07-14T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T05:42:40.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ta Dah...</title><content type='html'>Well well... Another new post from me... Aiyo this few days alot things to do lah.. Now Chinese teacher expecting me to get a "A" star from me lah.. Okay, now, I have tuition almost everyday and I have supp classes everyday.. Yes, Monday - Friday. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I feel really good when teacher praises me, however, just for a short period of time. Don't ask me why i just feel that way. I'm one of a kind. hahah Let me tell you what am I.&lt;br /&gt;                                             I am = Emo (sometimes.)&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;                                              Iam = Happy! (Most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                              Sum it up = Eppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I know I am quite LAME. &lt;----- The word lame sounds super gay! haahha Serious ! Isn't it not? Hmm... I dono what to talk abt leh.. i wanna post picture but lazy click the button ah! eh comeone ppl reading dis, Always tag nonsense. Talk sense pls I also dono i post for what also nobody READ! eh spammers dont come! UR not welcome, EXAMPLES: Chelsea, FAKE Yihui, etc who hates me?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I dono what to talk abt alr. I so goooonnnnna post this Post! Kill me if you want! not my blog. kill you then u know. Chelsea = Super Hiong Violent! Hit Yong Da with chain... Muahahaha you dare touch me? I can tell Mrs Tong! [-VP] Expel you... Nevermind dont talk abt her alr always think she super IMBA! KNS! Primary 5 nia.. cannot offend you later you ask ur P5 gang come let me hoot. Thats all. I hope Chelsea dosent read this ! Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG! see you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-4792984001914882034?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/4792984001914882034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=4792984001914882034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/4792984001914882034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/4792984001914882034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/07/ta-dah.html' title='Ta Dah...'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-757377985509648088</id><published>2008-07-13T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T03:17:42.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Review of hancock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how to explain thisbut i am gonna try my best on explaining it.Newspapers Rated it so bad, in my opinion, not really that bad its just that theres a sudden twist when this producer's wife appears to be hancock's wife decades ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This sudden twist makes the show abit weird.Another thing, when hancock was shot, Hancock's wife was also affected ( its a brother sister kinda thing) She was in the hospital then. She could fly too but she was 2x STRONGER than Hancock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was many funny parts in the show. Which I could type them out...One of which was when Hancock took the fork and poke it on her shoulder, (was bent)haha then took the roller for flattening the bread hit it on her and it broke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was kinda angry. Then again, Hancock took 2 pans wanted to hoot her ah unfortunately, she turned around and looked act Hancock. He pretended as if he wanted to do other things with the pan.You might think why the husband didnt take notice. He was then talking on the phone some kinda business thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoops, I mixed the whole show up..PS! Last but not least, DONT buy the disc! Get it from this site. Iwannadownload.com or watch-movies.net dont say I am generous, but it deserves some credit. Overall, 7.5/10. Not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photo from the show!Jason Bateman( &gt; husband show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SHnTw5F4jII/AAAAAAAAAB0/ryYTWP6wfcY/s1600-h/MV5BMTQ1ODI1OTI2OV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTY3ODIzMQ@@._V1._SX100_SY111_"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222438079825480834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SHnTw5F4jII/AAAAAAAAAB0/ryYTWP6wfcY/s320/MV5BMTQ1ODI1OTI2OV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTY3ODIzMQ%40%40._V1._SX100_SY111_" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SHnTXy6yVVI/AAAAAAAAABs/OL5wa3bSBFY/s1600-h/220px-Charlize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222437648671593810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SHnTXy6yVVI/AAAAAAAAABs/OL5wa3bSBFY/s320/220px-Charlize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SHnTXy6yVVI/AAAAAAAAABs/OL5wa3bSBFY/s1600-h/220px-Charlize.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                            HANCOCK'S WIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SHnWCWyobpI/AAAAAAAAACM/CaAmYPMLDjY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222440578878828178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SHnWCWyobpI/AAAAAAAAACM/CaAmYPMLDjY/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SHnTXy6yVVI/AAAAAAAAABs/OL5wa3bSBFY/s1600-h/220px-Charlize.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                        Will Smith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-757377985509648088?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/757377985509648088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=757377985509648088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/757377985509648088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/757377985509648088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/07/review-of-hancock.html' title='Review of hancock!'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SHnTw5F4jII/AAAAAAAAAB0/ryYTWP6wfcY/s72-c/MV5BMTQ1ODI1OTI2OV5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTcwOTY3ODIzMQ%40%40._V1._SX100_SY111_' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-8675645013513659547</id><published>2008-06-25T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:39:58.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappy!!</title><content type='html'>I dont know we should really live our lives. Sometimes, I think adults should really put themselves into children's shoes. Since I was born I had always wondered... well, what will happened after we are dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I really do not know. I'll go to heaven? I'll have eternal life? really weird. Now, I dont even think my Math teacher likes me. She sucks! I want a new deck for my birthday!!!I'm not getting anything.....Blah Blah Blah! I just dont know what to say. Life's miserable? school sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I mean, what is going on with me? sad? happy? unhappy? its retarded. I have so many tuitions and yet i still have to go for more. Is it good for me or helping me get more stressed? good for me? i dont think so. Many peole hate me many ppl scam my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Everyone, am I that vicious? I am in mood for jokes. I just feel that ppl should understand each other more. Somtimes, I dont even wanna see my parents. Sometimes, I think I would rather go with my friends. Sometimes, I think, my brothers are really good to me. I think thats ya I think its really true. Blood is thicker then water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-8675645013513659547?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/8675645013513659547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=8675645013513659547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/8675645013513659547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/8675645013513659547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/06/unhappy.html' title='Unhappy!!'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-1442620301734868378</id><published>2008-05-25T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T02:59:33.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:) --&gt; Wont give up !...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew.. hols come already but must go school during the holidays!!!! Anger...anyways, sian lah... family problems always troubles me lots and lots... my 2 brother's are fine and..mom worried about me, dad's got to go for operation.. haha&gt;..!! sigh.. I dont know..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. today, parents brought me and brother to Queensway to shop and do some stuff bla bla.. wa... dono why my mom took so so so long to buy her track shoes... "which one nicer?" after that, " Which one cheaper ah?" den like so freakin pissed evryone !!..never mind la. Women cant stop shpping for shoes... see I so liao jie girls one..(know something well) But dad bought me another water bottle cos previous water bottle sucked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then ah, walked past this crocks shop..u know what's my size annot?? let me show you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SDk3rTmwaBI/AAAAAAAAABU/57q9dVCMzUI/s1600-h/IMG0007A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204252061540050962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SDk3rTmwaBI/AAAAAAAAABU/57q9dVCMzUI/s320/IMG0007A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So small right... jkjk.. i gtg... see YA! bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-1442620301734868378?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/1442620301734868378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=1442620301734868378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/1442620301734868378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/1442620301734868378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/05/wont-give-up.html' title=':) --&gt; Wont give up !...'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/SDk3rTmwaBI/AAAAAAAAABU/57q9dVCMzUI/s72-c/IMG0007A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8240268896970534714.post-5987010270190527268</id><published>2008-05-22T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:12:52.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didnt go for sports day!</title><content type='html'>hello.. well, I also dont know why I created a new blog again. Maybe did not want any idiot spammers to hack? Cos' sometimes its really very unsightly to have some people spamming my blog. So now, dont want to let people like, Chelsea, "Yihui", etc etc come into my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     Lets go straight to the point. Sigh.. didnt go for sports day! shit dont know what to tell Mr Tan, friends, Mrs Esther Lee.  Well...Lets do a recap on what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0610-0730 -------&gt; Was woken up by my brother because he said that Sports day dosent exist. Then I watched sports centre with my brother untill 0700 then he went to school for NAPFA test. Half way through my television watching time, my came out and asked me to lower the television volume. Did so. After sometime, felt really boring. Went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0730-0930--------&gt;Woke up, watched television watched NBA, Boston Celtics-Detroit Pistons.  Mom went out, Dad brought my for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0100-0110--------&gt;Came home On TV watched the match, freakin PISSED! Celtics trailing by 3 by 4th quater. cant remember the score, Ray Allen hitted the 3 pointer to make the score trailing by 3 . However... no hope already , 10.2 seconds left. Pistons timeout. start then Raja Rondo foul on TayShawn Prince. 2 free throws.... then i missed one part then became 6 point lead. Didnt want to watch off los. Then studied for 2hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.00-1.15-----------&gt; Blogged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      So that's about it. So if Mrs Esther Lee, Ur're reading, Dont scold me...:X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8240268896970534714-5987010270190527268?l=mutants-times.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/feeds/5987010270190527268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8240268896970534714&amp;postID=5987010270190527268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/5987010270190527268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8240268896970534714/posts/default/5987010270190527268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mutants-times.blogspot.com/2008/05/didnt-go-for-sports-day.html' title='Didnt go for sports day!'/><author><name>Very-Sad-Stories</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04418367126949581540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfsudwzIDU8/TK7cT3OqqII/AAAAAAAAAJI/-zR4ymXh6UQ/S220/POR_0194.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
