<?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-3906072742408354586</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:13:41.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>___</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-8864017517118970605</id><published>2009-05-16T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:38:27.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GP</title><content type='html'>"The internet promotes values which are undesirable" do you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most parents or even communites feels that the intenet, a form of mass media, has a part to play in some of the common negative problems around the world. The most impact that the internet has on the people is on their values,a distinguished feature that one possess that can shape their behaviour and attitude. In recent years, the internet has been exploited in way that has been unacceptable to people. From its main purpose of providing necessary information to people, to instilling values into the people which may be negative. Therefore,my opinion is that the internet promotes values which are undesirable as materialism and consumption are some of the overridding factors that eventually cause a person to have negative values in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profit driven producers may find the internet as a good starting point to being their business, and eventually, they start twisting the truth with exaggerations on their products so that sales would sky rocket thereafter. Such moves includes pop ups at random times to feature men with ideal body figure or women,in tight clothings to display their hour glass figures,has prompted consumers to indulge in products which may in fact,be totally useless to them after all. Such acts by these producers has allowed consumption for health products to rise significantly as a result. Therefore, the internet promotes values which are undesirable when consumption for the good has no use to the consumers at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[that's all i did because i fear that if i did more, i would make further mistakes,but i have problems thinking of values which are desirable. i was thinking of greed, not greedy for money but greedy for knowledge,please let me know how do you find this essay, thanks MR LIMMMMMMMMM]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-8864017517118970605?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/8864017517118970605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=8864017517118970605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/8864017517118970605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/8864017517118970605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2009/05/gp.html' title='GP'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-1350431096280381733</id><published>2008-12-31T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:55:13.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED!~</title><content type='html'>1. How old will you turn in 2009?&lt;br /&gt;   17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you rather love one person or have many relationships?&lt;br /&gt;    One person of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Would you date someone 8 years older than you?&lt;br /&gt;     NEVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When was the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;     Last Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What were you doing at 4am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;    Lost in Dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What’s your relationship with the person you last texted?&lt;br /&gt;    Buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;    Rot infront of the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who do you really want to see now?&lt;br /&gt;     God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Will your next kiss be a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;     that depends where or who i kiss before i know if its a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who’s your last missed call?`&lt;br /&gt;       Uh Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What’s something you really want now?&lt;br /&gt;      Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What was your first thought when you woke up this morning?&lt;br /&gt;      Sleep more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you go back in time if you had the chance?&lt;br /&gt;       Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What’s something you need to go shopping for?&lt;br /&gt;        I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you want kids?&lt;br /&gt;      YES. hahaahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Are you in love with anyone?&lt;br /&gt;      I was. But im not sure bout it now! Who bothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How’s your heart lately?&lt;br /&gt;      Since im still typing this out, i guess my heart is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When was the last time you slept on the floor?`&lt;br /&gt;      Too long ago to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is your phone close to you?&lt;br /&gt;      Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is bothering you now?&lt;br /&gt;       Thinking What's on people's mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What does your last received text message say?&lt;br /&gt;       Haha. Lets give up together Bro! In league of satan we trust! Hail Satan! - Ben&lt;br /&gt;       p.s : i dont like satan, its just that Ben is crazy over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;       Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Are you listening to music?&lt;br /&gt;      Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you like country music?&lt;br /&gt;       Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you wet toothbrush before toothpaste?&lt;br /&gt;      Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. How is your hairstyle right now?&lt;br /&gt;      In a Mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like your first name?&lt;br /&gt;      I cant say no cuz my parents will kill me. Nah just kidding. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. The last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;      Ribena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What you sing obnoxiously in the car?&lt;br /&gt;       I dont want to look crazy at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you do 15 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;       Typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you think you are a good person?&lt;br /&gt;      Yes i am. But it depends how a person looks at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. The first contact in your phone?`&lt;br /&gt;       Adilah. aka chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. The sweetest person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;       Grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. The closest female to you now?&lt;br /&gt;       Sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. The person you’re chatting with now?&lt;br /&gt;      No One. This shows im a lonely person. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. The languages you are able to speak?&lt;br /&gt;      English and Cheena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. The last person whom you screwed?&lt;br /&gt;      Im still a virgin. so....none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. One word about your life now.&lt;br /&gt;       Mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Where do you wish to work?&lt;br /&gt;       Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. what are you specially good at?&lt;br /&gt;       Making people feel better BY talking to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Would you date someone younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;       Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Who are you to yourself?&lt;br /&gt;       I am for who i am. wait that didnt came out right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Do you forgive people easily?`&lt;br /&gt;       Well it has to depend on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Which girl is precious to you now?&lt;br /&gt;       I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Your dressing style?&lt;br /&gt;       Not sure either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. How are you different from other girls?&lt;br /&gt;      I have male hormones,Male parts etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. The bad point in yourself?&lt;br /&gt;      Low Self esteem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. The last contact in your phone?&lt;br /&gt;      Zhong Wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Your favourite song?&lt;br /&gt;       No particular favourite song. Like many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. The 1 hated contacts in your phone?&lt;br /&gt;       Thats for me to know! Shooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Learn one language in 10 days?&lt;br /&gt;      Malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. One gorgeous girl you came across?&lt;br /&gt;       Not telling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Who’s your biggest enemy?&lt;br /&gt;       No one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Which gang do you support?&lt;br /&gt;       Gangs are a waste of time,not supporting any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. What do you think about gangsters?&lt;br /&gt;       No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Proper age to join gang?&lt;br /&gt;       7. no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you have a blogspot?&lt;br /&gt;      I think i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you like people who smoke?&lt;br /&gt;       I have friends who smokes, so i dont see why not. Unless they smoke in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What do you think about modelling?&lt;br /&gt;       Waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Given a chance, would you like to be a model?&lt;br /&gt;       No way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Whose approval to you usually seek first?&lt;br /&gt;      Parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. What do you wish to be in the future?&lt;br /&gt;      Surgeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Tagg 6 people to do the quiz (:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sophie&lt;br /&gt;2. Stacy&lt;br /&gt;3. Tabitha&lt;br /&gt;4. Joanne&lt;br /&gt;5. whoever is reading it.&lt;br /&gt;6. read 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-1350431096280381733?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/1350431096280381733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=1350431096280381733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/1350431096280381733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/1350431096280381733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/12/tagged.html' title='TAGGED!~'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-1075666973248474381</id><published>2008-12-16T15:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:26:21.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FACEBOOK LINKS FOR PHOTOS OF CHINA DAY 2 TO 4</title><content type='html'>Well, this place is called Yanoda. And these weird staff member welcome us with a weird gesture. take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ae9982b6af9fa6c7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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4'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-5129113995949811295</id><published>2008-12-13T22:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T23:06:23.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKtJwXfnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_lOGwRyQjBU/s1600-h/IMG_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279286065270062706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKtJwXfnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/_lOGwRyQjBU/s320/IMG_1968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKsSbtDxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/D-OXPiHZk_I/s1600-h/IMG_1965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279286050419445522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKsSbtDxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/D-OXPiHZk_I/s320/IMG_1965.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKrW0ohzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/99-EfxG_xr4/s1600-h/IMG_1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279286034417878834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKrW0ohzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/99-EfxG_xr4/s320/IMG_1963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKrFoOuwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lALoPcA_ASA/s1600-h/IMG_1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279286029802453762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKrFoOuwI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/lALoPcA_ASA/s320/IMG_1962.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKNUrzpAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PAsnrp0NBIk/s1600-h/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279285518447911938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKNUrzpAI/AAAAAAAAAHI/PAsnrp0NBIk/s320/IMG_1961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKNBgErjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NbHwNH58ehU/s1600-h/IMG_1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279285513298423346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKNBgErjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/NbHwNH58ehU/s320/IMG_1960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some mega bridge thang. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKMpfuWQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pTriqQvfbVo/s1600-h/IMG_1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279285506854508802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKMpfuWQI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pTriqQvfbVo/s320/IMG_1952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKMZ64L_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/JzbWXK4Qwjw/s1600-h/IMG_1951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279285502673432562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKMZ64L_I/AAAAAAAAAGw/JzbWXK4Qwjw/s320/IMG_1951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some father playing with his kid on a grass patch near a road. How odd is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKLwcSQoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FyYmlI1XH9s/s1600-h/IMG_1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279285491539264130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPKLwcSQoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/FyYmlI1XH9s/s320/IMG_1949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPHm1p_n9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZKaYUOSHfkQ/s1600-h/IMG_1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279282658260525010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPHm1p_n9I/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZKaYUOSHfkQ/s320/IMG_1947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would never see 3 person on a motorbike in Singapore. I actually saw 4 person but couldn't snap it in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPHmrNYNvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/f-432A7wxzE/s1600-h/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279282655456147186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPHmrNYNvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/f-432A7wxzE/s320/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPHmZYCssI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eW22MlJPBg0/s1600-h/IMG_1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279282650669036226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPHmZYCssI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eW22MlJPBg0/s320/IMG_1944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPHmJXikYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W1D-Q3KLDqM/s1600-h/IMG_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279282646371963266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPHmJXikYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/W1D-Q3KLDqM/s320/IMG_1943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPHl4BG6PI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0DqjUCrKkDU/s1600-h/IMG_1908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279282641714473202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPHl4BG6PI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0DqjUCrKkDU/s320/IMG_1908.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPGQuJA-rI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Sp1i9_GD4gE/s1600-h/IMG_1907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279281178774403762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPGQuJA-rI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Sp1i9_GD4gE/s320/IMG_1907.JPG" 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/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPGQQ8K6UI/AAAAAAAAAFw/L6fRtuOjCUs/s1600-h/IMG_1906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279281170935900482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPGQQ8K6UI/AAAAAAAAAFw/L6fRtuOjCUs/s320/IMG_1906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPGPr6cqpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XVHNotS7y6Q/s1600-h/IMG_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279281160996563602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPGPr6cqpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XVHNotS7y6Q/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPGPggoVYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ux2nMMzN0qM/s1600-h/IMG_1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279281157935486338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPGPggoVYI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ux2nMMzN0qM/s320/IMG_1903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPGOziadYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9F1OJIj7tG0/s1600-h/IMG_1901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279281145863370114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPGOziadYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9F1OJIj7tG0/s320/IMG_1901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPFo-T4xRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XlBSEQlLoKE/s1600-h/IMG_1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279280495920203026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPFo-T4xRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/XlBSEQlLoKE/s320/IMG_1900.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPFok8Y9sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Fjzrl3uc2ww/s1600-h/IMG_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279280489110763202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPFok8Y9sI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Fjzrl3uc2ww/s320/IMG_1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPFoINWq3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jebtheacoEk/s1600-h/IMG_1898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279280481397287794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPFoINWq3I/AAAAAAAAAFA/jebtheacoEk/s320/IMG_1898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPFnvDMKSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cHtNvfaEvR0/s1600-h/IMG_1897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279280474643769634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPFnvDMKSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cHtNvfaEvR0/s320/IMG_1897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPFnT1yV4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/gfRcwtpmVWg/s1600-h/IMG_1896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279280467339794306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPFnT1yV4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/gfRcwtpmVWg/s320/IMG_1896.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the machine gun tour guide made my cousin bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPE5pGn2rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8fBXZZN65fw/s1600-h/IMG_1895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279279682773572274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPE5pGn2rI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8fBXZZN65fw/s320/IMG_1895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPE5JpAvCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9TJ_mGOd_Jg/s1600-h/IMG_1893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279279674327874594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPE5JpAvCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/9TJ_mGOd_Jg/s320/IMG_1893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPE44OVzSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NkBJuFQt0w4/s1600-h/IMG_1891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279279669652606242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPE44OVzSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/NkBJuFQt0w4/s320/IMG_1891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPE4cmOOuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5UjJUbJ_Fjk/s1600-h/IMG_1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279279662236580578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPE4cmOOuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5UjJUbJ_Fjk/s320/IMG_1890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPE3zlYfbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/B4gUlz7D9yA/s1600-h/IMG_1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279279651227205042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPE3zlYfbI/AAAAAAAAAEI/B4gUlz7D9yA/s320/IMG_1889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPDXJjVxKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BbPr7TCSRS0/s1600-h/IMG_1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279277990676907170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPDXJjVxKI/AAAAAAAAAEA/BbPr7TCSRS0/s320/IMG_1880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUPDWb7DjvI/AAAAAAAAAD4/CnPVYvGBSCE/s1600-h/IMG_1875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279277978428346098" style="DISPLAY: block; 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Before that, i laid in my bed at about 11pm, couldn't sleep for like an hr. Damn. Anyway, i quickly got up and washed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great time to start the day when i found one insect lying on my crumpler bag, i plucked up courage and took a couple of tissues and tried to kill it. I WON. lol. So My mum was like asking us to pack up quickly and soon we were out of the house like in half an hrs time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, as my family headed to the van to bring us to the airport, i was like...*OH MY GOODNESS WHERE THE HECK IS MY COAT?!* so i quickly ran back home and got my coat. Shortly after, we were at the airport, it was packed even thought it's so early in the morning. Met up with my cousins and relatives soon after. Being the lazy me, i decide not to elaborate on what we did in the airport as it will bore you people out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, the plane ride was so effing uncomfortable. Especially being a male, having obstructions and discomfort at the wrong time,and worst of all, im tall, so the seat was like so small for me. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 excruciating hrs, i reached CHINA. We were welcomed with a horde of cheena people waiting to get out of the country. Here's a pic to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279268491979631634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUO6uQJbrBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FPDJ7SC9Whg/s320/IMG_1850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And soon, a message greeted me and it totally revealed the strong foundation of cheena people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279268967987255522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUO7J9afmOI/AAAAAAAAABY/127p87G52M8/s320/IMG_1871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got our luaggage and stuff, we headed to the carpark and got into another van to bring us to the hotel, heres a pic on how the airport in Haikou looks like from outside. It looks like some rundown place.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279269532620855122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUO7q01ol1I/AAAAAAAAABg/Qu1yDNMe0ro/s320/IMG_1873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we met this dude thats gonna be our tour guide. During the journey to the hotel, we came across some place which is said to be linking some area to another area. Sorry for not giving a detailed explaination because what the tour guide was speaking was sorta alien to me and he spoke like a machine gun. So heres like the photos of the construction thang. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279270783365358050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUO8zoOXIeI/AAAAAAAAABo/0k-uikiLVuU/s320/IMG_1883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279270788473089490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUO8z7QI7dI/AAAAAAAAABw/evVTj1U_ehk/s320/IMG_1884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279270792409555986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUO80J6qpBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/-cfs0qYflCQ/s320/IMG_1885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279270798095163570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUO80fGOILI/AAAAAAAAACA/PNXx2jx8qHQ/s320/IMG_1887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so halfway through the journey, this woman who was on a motorbike was riding so slow in front of us, like shes waiting to suicide or something. So i got a pic of that suicidal woman. At the same time, my dad was like 'stuart! did you see a dude peeing at a corner? ' I shook my head. But when i checked the picture of the suicidal woman, i happened to take a pic of that dirty man peeing in front of the public's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279272855361522802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUO-sPAvjHI/AAAAAAAAACI/Um8CCaMgIR4/s320/IMG_1905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea its the dude at the top left hand corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we reached the hotel and ate lunch shortly. In the Afternoon we visited some place near the sea and stuff. took some photos and it'll be all in the next post with other miscellaneous photos. And so, at night we shopped for a while...nothing much. Now my relatives and some of my family members went to foot massage. Its so darn itchy that i refused to go along. hah.&lt;br /&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/3906072742408354586-5633978747023053459?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/5633978747023053459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=5633978747023053459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/5633978747023053459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/5633978747023053459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/12/china-day-1-131208.html' title='CHINA DAY 1 (13/12/08)'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SUO6uQJbrBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FPDJ7SC9Whg/s72-c/IMG_1850.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-3527931674091826232</id><published>2008-12-12T18:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:39:56.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today's pretty fun, Ben came over my place at 9.35am to play games, we started off playing Condition Zero with zombies in it. It was fun, just one dude who refuse to shut his gap and started scolding everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, soon, it was lunch. Before we got out of the house..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben said 'Dude, guess what, we're wearing the same shirt(class T-Shirt) down man, we look gay!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuart - 'Oh shucks, should i change? Ah heck, just gobble down the food fast and run off'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we headed down to eat, ppl started looking at us, and i started to feel kinda uneasy. BUT WHO CARES. At the food court, Ben and I decided to have the same food, and decided not to order drinks. And so, we sat down, Ben started to look at me and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben - 'Eh, we ordered the same food,both of us never order drinks,wear the same shirt....uh oh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuart - 'OH MY GOSH, ben eat faster'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Aunties from the drinks stall started to ask us if we wanna drink anything, its like, they keep asking and asking, with smiles on their face. damn. but ah well, who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was about to finish eating, Ben asked if he could smoke, but i disagreed. He promised not to smoke since a few months ago and im always threatening him so as to prevent him from smoking. And so he started to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben - 'GAY ARE ALSO PEOPLE WHAT, GAY IS NOTHING WRONG, WHO CARES?!' *talks&lt;br /&gt;louder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, the auntie sitting at a table near us looked at me, i was like. speechless. So i ate up my food fast, ran off immediately. And then, on our way back home,near some high rise hdb block, there's this boy(i guess he has nothing better else to do), started to call my name imprinted on the back on the shirt, i turned around, couldn't see anyone, so i reckoned that the dude must be at home shouting. So this was what he said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird kiddo - 'MOUSE'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuart and Ben - 'MOUSE YOUR MOTHER'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird kiddo - 'YOUR MOTHER'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a weirdo. After we reached back home, we just continued to play and watch some movies,nothing special.OH YEA, i will be going to CHINA IN LIKE...UH....in like 9 hrs time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, my parents suggested eating at the same food court where Ben and I ate, this is gonna be so embarressing. WISH ME LUCK. BYEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-3527931674091826232?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/3527931674091826232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=3527931674091826232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/3527931674091826232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/3527931674091826232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-todays-pretty-fun-ben-came-over-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-5635899211987986242</id><published>2008-12-10T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:27:25.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doing things for a good cause, in the end? get scolded for nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-5635899211987986242?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/5635899211987986242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=5635899211987986242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/5635899211987986242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/5635899211987986242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/12/doing-things-for-good-cause-in-end-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-5302493361170356244</id><published>2008-11-24T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:23:03.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SSqqPDa34WI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0JR9K-HtWr4/s1600-h/IMG_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272213489383367010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SSqqPDa34WI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0JR9K-HtWr4/s320/IMG_1848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SSqp-IxthUI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HKeDGDyfPvg/s1600-h/IMG_1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm you see, this is why i love going to China, looking for bad english. Now China refer foreigners as Aliens. hm. I even remembered a fire extinguisher as a fire telephone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm today was pretty fun, went out with Ben. talked random stuff, AND THANK GOD MAN I FOUND MY WALLET. THANKS TO THE SINCERE CLEANERS AND THANK YOU LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God your so good.&lt;br /&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/3906072742408354586-5302493361170356244?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/5302493361170356244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=5302493361170356244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/5302493361170356244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/5302493361170356244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/11/mmm-you-see-this-is-why-i-love-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SSqqPDa34WI/AAAAAAAAAAw/0JR9K-HtWr4/s72-c/IMG_1848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-121783709332654201</id><published>2008-11-22T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T13:06:30.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE</title><content type='html'>Im currently waiting for a new laptop from dad. In addition, my current laptop seems like its gonna explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLIDAYS ARE BORING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-121783709332654201?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/121783709332654201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=121783709332654201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/121783709332654201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/121783709332654201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/11/update.html' title='UPDATE'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-3751891905958336792</id><published>2008-10-13T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T10:57:28.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAGGED</title><content type='html'>1.The person who tagged/pass you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie the SUPERGIRL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's my church friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impressions of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;1) Fun to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;2) soon to be superhero.&lt;br /&gt;3) ah lian.&lt;br /&gt;4) techno freak. hahahahhahaha *whistles*&lt;br /&gt;5) A Girl who's always happy? i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, Sms me to wish me happy birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats Easy : CHEENAAPOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover you will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'll probably write a song? That is if i can bring myself to try and sing it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she became your lover, he/she has to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE NICER TO CHEENAPOK! nah shes fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she became your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take out Donut factory and leave no traces of donuts,chocolates and sweets, okay maybe not so much of the sweets and chocolates :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that it will not grant her superpowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great person to talk to disguised as an evil polkadots meister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think the people around you will think about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Is that guy from China?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iieee thinkxz immm funny,kind and helpful lorxz. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get too comfortable, i tend to be very lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Doctor who have no worries in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people who care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM TELLING YOU, IM NOT CHEENA. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 people.&lt;br /&gt; 1) samzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it. Cause i know others wont do em as they are either cant be bothered or Lazy to do em. see im sucha nice person! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-3751891905958336792?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/3751891905958336792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=3751891905958336792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/3751891905958336792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/3751891905958336792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged.html' title='TAGGED'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-4015687123755751746</id><published>2008-07-25T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:35:21.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG WHAT IS THAT SMELL?!</title><content type='html'>TODAY I SMELL SOMETHING DISGUSTING AT THE BUS STOP. IT STINKS SO BAD YOU WILL NEVER  IMAGINE IT. ITS WAAAAAY WORST THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE! i thought it was some kid who pooped on her pants but when i move furthur down the bus stop.  OH MY GOSH ITS DOUBLE OR 100000000 TIMES SMELLIER. my goodness. i can die from it. The smell was actually from the canal but i have NO INTENTION to see what cause the bad smell cause i cant take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT STINKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-4015687123755751746?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/4015687123755751746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=4015687123755751746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/4015687123755751746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/4015687123755751746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/07/omfg-what-is-that-smell.html' title='OMFG WHAT IS THAT SMELL?!'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-3186179753785827373</id><published>2008-07-04T21:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:57:06.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>Alright i know i havent been blogging cause i feel hella lazy. Anyway i've been tagged by Bubbles. :D Here goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write 20 random facts about yourself then tag the same amount of people as minutes it takes you to write the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I feel Boxers are way comfortable than underwears.&lt;br /&gt;2) I love Black and White?&lt;br /&gt;3) I love my pillows.&lt;br /&gt;4) Im fat in Primary school.&lt;br /&gt;5) My feet is huge.&lt;br /&gt;6) I love Metal and Hillsong?&lt;br /&gt;7) I think Hitler has the most seductive moustache than Stalin&lt;br /&gt;8) I always think Mika is the coolest man on Earth&lt;br /&gt;9) I feel Osama's beard makes him look more gay.&lt;br /&gt;10) I think Mao's Hairstyle was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;11) I talk lame jokes at times. or maybe most of the times. i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;12) I always thought Babies come from Dustbins.&lt;br /&gt;13) I always thought that Babies come out from the butthole and not from the front of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;14) When i was young, I thought that i will never reach Puberty. (dont ask why.)&lt;br /&gt;15) I think forums are addictive.&lt;br /&gt;16) I think games from Asiasoft such as Maple,Audition etc has the 'Best' games ever.&lt;br /&gt;17) Im kinda blur at times.&lt;br /&gt;18) I hate Horror movies.&lt;br /&gt;19) I have low self esteem at times.&lt;br /&gt;20) When i was in primary school, i believed my friend that my hand was bigger than my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANNA TAG ANYONE CAUSE I KNOW NO ONE WILL DO IT. Im nice dont you think so? hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-3186179753785827373?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/3186179753785827373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=3186179753785827373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/3186179753785827373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/3186179753785827373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-5931287887518922577</id><published>2008-06-28T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:15:30.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Splendors. what a waste of time.</title><content type='html'>Yes it sucked so bad. i only laughed at the chinese opera. The actions were kinda stupid thats why i laughed. BEST OF ALL, was this girl who sounded like a boy. and my friends and i were like guessing...boy or girl? it was scary to have a girl that sound like a boy. SPOOKY. Well i met Leo,Steph,Luwei,Angie and CHARLIE AFTER A LOOOOOONG TIME. great to see you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn im pissed today man. By this girl from my school. Didnt do anything wrong, my fault. its like WTF? so from today onwards. i wont bother that girl anymore. wasted my time apologising for something i didnt do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i can just slap her and maybe she will wake up. Anyway i let my anger out alr. Stuart's a happy boy, wont let this dumb issue to affect me. *flashes a big smile!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And This girl im talking about, if you are reading this. Wake up and think. what an idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-5931287887518922577?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/5931287887518922577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=5931287887518922577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/5931287887518922577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/5931287887518922577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/06/splendors-what-waste-of-time.html' title='Splendors. what a waste of time.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-8482819723341995895</id><published>2008-06-26T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:04:15.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im dyingggggggggggggggggg.</title><content type='html'>O level is making me insane. i have to like mug everyday now, but everyday i just spend some time doing my homework, look at some questions and thats it. its kinda revising cause im doing my homework but i just dont feel its enough. So today i did my add maths, and omg, i was careless all the way, thats why i couldnt find out the answers and i was damn piss. I feel that omg, so many questions i dont know, i'll be dead when it comes to O levels. but when i check the answers, i found out i multiply wrongly, just that pathetic multiplication. 4x2 can become 4 =.= GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. my mum say i look really tired. so that may be one of the reason why im so darn careless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past few days been trying to mug. Im really scared for O level chinese Oral now. Its just next monday. omg. im so screwed . I feel like my future will not be smooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like giving up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-8482819723341995895?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/8482819723341995895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=8482819723341995895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/8482819723341995895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/8482819723341995895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-dyingggggggggggggggggg.html' title='Im dyingggggggggggggggggg.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-3958797582592435155</id><published>2008-06-23T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:47:04.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>well, went to school and see people with different haircuts. My haircut is weird, to me its weird. Anyway, we had free lesson for History and SS , so i did my own work etc, basically, very slack today. We had assembly which is sooooooooooooooooooo long, and boring. Falend was sleeping, lying down on my bag and hes head was on my knee, and i had to keep that position for him, and omg my whole leg became cramp, so tried to shift hes head but i woke him out haha. So after a long torturing talk, My butt hurts like hell. But there's only one thing in my mind and everyone's mind. FREEEEEEEEEEEEDOMMMMMMMMMMMM . Well yea thats the end of first day of school. pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Aven to buy hes psp pouch and then headed home, and on the way back home, i saw my long lost neighbour, now they are staying at the block beside my grandparents, not that bad. Then i chatted with him for a while , and guess what, both of us got a code name for each other, cause last time in the morning i will shout that code name and i will wait for him to open hes door, muahahah , good times. Well reached home then took a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening, started to mug at 8.30 to 10.30. 2 hrs haha, i went to do my pure geog and physics. Damn i feel so happy to sit down and actually concentrate. sweeeeeet. Nothing happened after that, gonna sleep soon, hope i have some odd dreams again. it will be coool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....hmmm wonder what i will be in my dream, wonderwoman? oh my goodness, no way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-3958797582592435155?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/3958797582592435155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=3958797582592435155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/3958797582592435155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/3958797582592435155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/06/school.html' title='SCHOOL!'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-3293259783720807834</id><published>2008-06-22T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:34:56.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL'S TOMORROW!</title><content type='html'>Haha cant wait to go school, dont wanna be bored to death at home! Well, yesterday nothing happen so yea. Lets talk bout today! Well, today i went to paternal's grandpa house in the morning. I met my uncle there and he told my family a really really really REALLY sad story of hes other nephew(aint my cousin). He told us that he contracted cancer at the age of 19! it only took 1 and a half months for the tumor to grow. THATS HELLA FAST, meaning its really active. Anyway, the sad thing is that hes still really young, and hes gonan complete hes poly this yr somemore. Plus, hes really close to hes dad and hes dad pin all hes hope on him. There are like 2 tumors. You guys must be wondering, *tumor only what, go for operation* the bad news is...one of it is locating at the spine, once a tumor is located there, it means you'll be dead for sure. Its real sad man. Anyway, we headed for lunch after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Afternoon, my dad went to cut my hair. i'll give it a 7.5 /10 (7 is because hes my dad, 0.5 is the haircut hehe) nah im just kidding. it was alright , but i hope my hair will grow back really fast. i miss my long hair ): Then i continued to study chem, and started to slack. Well nothing much after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA! i dreamt something really really weird today. I dreamt that Incredible tales was filming at my HDB block, i dont know what happened to me in the dream, became crazy and stuff. Anyway, they film this 'invisible' scary looking ghost walking around this girl and i became so angry because i thought the ghost was bullying the girl so i went there and beat up the ghost and the crew members. I must be mad. ALL OF A SUDDEN, my dream changed! i became some super hero. There was thing Gigantic robot frog and i began to smash it up and took out its Battery. Funny thing is that the battery is those round round batteries, but BIG ONES. haha. Then my friend said 'MIGHT MOUSE!' (this friend of mine loves to call me by that name,and it appeared in the dream!) Another friend of mine was like 'Whos mighty mouse?' then they started chatting. After i defeated the steel amphibian, I walk around the basement of a HDB flat and saw my dad listening to METAL OMG haha. AND *POOF* i woke up from my mum's deafening screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT THATS ALL GUYS! BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-3293259783720807834?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/3293259783720807834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=3293259783720807834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/3293259783720807834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/3293259783720807834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/06/schools-tomorrow.html' title='SCHOOL&apos;S TOMORROW!'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-462256109516437354</id><published>2008-06-20T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:13:00.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog may be dying.</title><content type='html'>Why is it Dying? Cause my life is boring, nothing to blog about actually. Anyway lets start about yesterday. hmm. Alright nothing much actually, just finish my 2 English papers. SWEET! lets move on to today. Uh. well i woke up earlier than my usual time of 11am, after that i went to my grandparents house for lunch. OMG THEY THINK IM LIKE STARVING FOR DAYS! they were like 'Stuart, eat all this vegetables,egg and sotong balls.' So whats the big deal? just eating only what. THE PROBLEM IS THAT the amount of vegetables and egg was alottttttttttttttt! But i manage to finish , Thank God. I was sooooo damn full, if anyone slap me on the tummy, the person will be soak with my puke. To make things worse, i ate chilli with the food, and DAMN SUDDENLY THE CHILLI BURN MY WHOLE MOUTH. Damn pain. Anyway shortly after dinner, headed home and download PSP games, WOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Went to do my chem and finish em. Watched tv and rot in front of the comp. Just watched finish Ghost hunters anyway. ummmm nothing much after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Added new song! WEEEEEEEE i bet whoever view my blog will not like the song, BUT WHO CARES! haha. i love it'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-462256109516437354?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/462256109516437354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=462256109516437354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/462256109516437354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/462256109516437354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-blog-may-be-dying.html' title='My blog may be dying.'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-4986571397818863014</id><published>2008-06-18T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:59:49.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>END OF MOTIVATIONAL WORKSHOP</title><content type='html'>Yea, it has ended. I kinda enjoyed it actually. SERIOUSLY. The trainer was fun and the class were lively. I will miss the trainers seriously. dammit. Well its okay, i have one of the trainer's msn, and SHE IS REALLY GOOD TO US. And she'll motivate me everyday in msn HAHAHA. sweet. Well today i forgotten to bring PE shirt, Well most of the people in my class also didnt bring, And we played a game that has something to do with Tag. WE THRASHED THE GIRLS! haha. i think we did. After the game, i was sweating like a pig. AND AVEN TEO WAS LIKE WALKING AROUND THE WHOLE ARENA, thinking that he was safe, and shortly, he was tagged. HAHA loser. Some girls were screaming like mad woman, For example, Jun ru. i blocked her and she was like 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' and she was famous for screaming high pitch. and she slammed against me. She was like a mad woman, running with her eyes closed. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the afternoon, there were talks about stress management and having an effective time table etc, then the trainers came up with a skit. Kinda Funny. After that, they showed us some vid that happened on day 1 and day 2 of the workshop. Thankfully the vid wasnt really touching and stuff. cause you know, Trainers in camp or workshop like to add in bloody sad music that makes us cry alot. Phew. So yea, it was the end of the motivational workshop. Bye trainers. Miss you guys. Thankfully there is Miss Lakh to help me thru while chatting in msn. Glad that i found her as my motivator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU MISS LAKH! Imma end it here. i dont wanna type anymore! TO ALL SADIST WHO THINKS THAT IM GONNA SUFFER. HAHA BE DISAPPOINTED. Alright who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i love the workshop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-4986571397818863014?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/4986571397818863014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=4986571397818863014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/4986571397818863014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/4986571397818863014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/06/end-of-motivational-workshop.html' title='END OF MOTIVATIONAL WORKSHOP'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-6855011164594022215</id><published>2008-06-17T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:20:15.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivational talk . DAY 2</title><content type='html'>Alright! today wasnt that boring. BUT I WAS FALLING ASLEEP. cause i didnt sleep alot these days. We watched Coach Carter and it was greaaaaaaat. Love it. And we played some 'Great Wall of China' game. Where we boys protect this emperor while we create a wall around him. The girls shall attack. AND MAN, THEY WERE HELLA ROUGH. one of the girls jumped on to my friend and he was complaining after the game that it was disgusting that the 2 thingys are always against hes body. haha. AND WHAT ABOUT ME?! This girl from my class GRAB EVERY MEAT ON MY BODY AND SQUEEZE IT. And omg it was soooooo painful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were some ex-students from my school came and talked to us, how they succeeded and all. Honestly speaking, i feel kinda motivated and wanna work hard. I HAVE TO. but im afraid that i may not do it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, Tomorrow is the last day. Cant wait. BYE GUYS! i hope i sleep early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-6855011164594022215?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/6855011164594022215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=6855011164594022215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/6855011164594022215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/6855011164594022215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/06/motivational-talk-day-2.html' title='Motivational talk . DAY 2'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-6887926772758761596</id><published>2008-06-16T21:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:03:09.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>Dammit, Workshop was really boring. First 4 hours they were just talking nonsense, well at least it kinda attracted my attention for a while. Lunch Break was damn short, After that another trainer took over, A Caucasian. Well he wanted us to do mind map, and i hate mind map sooooooo much. So the whole 5 hours im just staring at the teacher and basically, stoning. Yes it was really boring! And its only the first day. Well the trainer said tomorrow it will be more fun. LIARS. Cause you know why? they said today was a fun day, and then say tomorrow will be more fun, in other words, it wont be fun. How great is that, i cant wait for tomorrow.....seriously. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at least we get to watch some movie tomorrow, Coach Carter or something like that. AND IT BETTER BE GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, after the boring workshop. Ben,Jyh Jie,Falend,Nicky and i went to eat sushi. and i put alot of wasabi. AND MAN I DONT KNOW WHY THE WASABI IS ALWAYS GOING UP MY NOSE. IT MADE ME CRY AND IT WAS H.E.L.L. you get a immediate migrain. Ben thinks that he can handle the pain and all, so i dared him to dip hes prawn into the evil wasabi and he ate it. AND HAHAHHAHAH OMFGWTF HAHAHAHAHA i laughed so badly, people thought i was possessed. i laughed like a mad dog. HE STARTED TO TEAR AND HES FACE WAS RED WAHAHAHA. can still imagine it. he was like 'WATER WATER WATER' i was soooo mean and i kinda prevented him from drinking water but ah well, he seems like he was gonna die so ...the angel side of mine kicked in and i gave him the water. SEE HOW NICE :D .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG service tax are costly. dammit. Tomorrow, day 2 of the workshop. GAH.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-6887926772758761596?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/6887926772758761596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=6887926772758761596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/6887926772758761596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/6887926772758761596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/06/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-7589751146893402400</id><published>2008-06-15T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:38:44.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUUUULLLLAAAH</title><content type='html'>damn i love that word. Watch it, its awesome. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsZRSToIKG0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsZRSToIKG0&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; . Anyway, If you guys are sharp, i didnt post yesterday. Wait, who cares. Haha. Anyway...what did i do yesterday.....Well the whole day yesterday i didnt do much. In the afternoon, i went to church. After that, went to some plaza where theres tons of thai people. From straight people toooooooo 'screwed' people? i dont know what's the name to label them, so fill me in on that. Anyway you should know what are 'screwed' people, those you know....Guys turning into woman but still have obvious features of guys,like the muscles. WHY AM I TALKING SO MUCH BOUT THIS? okay skip. had thai food for dinner, the tom yam was &lt;a href="mailto:#$#%#@%"&gt;#$#%#@%&lt;/a&gt; i feel like 10 mini volcanoes erupted in my brain. at first it was okay, but i dont know why i suddenly feel this way. After that, just went home and rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS TALK BOUT TODAY! We were gonna send our dad off because he going to KL for some business crap.Before that, we went to the nearby coffeeshop near our church to have early lunch. or brunch , something like that. Well before our church service change from sunday morning to sat evening, we will always go there to have lunch. But after the change of timing, we didnt eat there anymore ): so we went there as if we were lost for a few years, they were like 'WOAAAAAAAAAAAAH YOU GROWN TALLER, WOAHHHHHHHHHH YOU GROW THINNER, WOAHHHHHHHHH THIS WOAAAAAAAHHHHHHH THAT' but ah well, just bear with it for a while. So after having lunch there we sent our dad off and headed home. So yea, In the afternoon i didnt do anything much, just rot in the room basically. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm Ben sent me new Cradle of filth song, sweeeet. and some gore baand's song, frankly speaking, i dont understand what are they singing, but it was okay cause MUSIC WAS AWESOME. After that, i watch Incredible Tales. I Found it funny than scary. It was about some mirror , when someone say Bloody Mary 3 times with a candle in hand, the Ghost in the mirror will haunt that person. I shall not say what happened to the ghost cause you can type Bloody mary and go wikipedia check. Sorry, im lazy :D Well the effects for the show was okay, scary factor, none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, That's about it. i guess. Tomorrow will be hell, Motivational Workshop. Fantastic. 8am to 7pm first day, 6pm 2nd day , 5pm 3rd day. Oh man. Well tomorrow you guys will know what i suffer. STAY TUNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friggin Sadist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-7589751146893402400?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/7589751146893402400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=7589751146893402400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/7589751146893402400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/7589751146893402400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/06/huuuullllaaah.html' title='HUUUULLLLAAAH'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-395558274775970388</id><published>2008-06-13T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:06:14.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO WORLD!</title><content type='html'>alright i do not know what to put for the title...so yea, HELLO WORLD! anyway, was tired yesterday so i didnt post yesterday,hm i think i'll just talk about what happen during dinner yesterday. Well i had KFC with my cousins, i was like making a joke outta everything my cousins do and this little cousin of mine just laugh at everything i say. So while saying boring jokes to my little cousin, this older cousin of mine took some mashed potato and just so happen, the sauce dropped onto my flesh. and WOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. IT BURNS MAN. i kinda let out a piercing scream that made my little cousin laugh even more. Fantastic. and he was drinking pepsi that time, he almost choked : Well that's just about it. i guess. lets move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i woked up at 11am again, and had lunch straight away with my grandpa near my house. After that, i did some maths. And i was bored after doing like....2 questions :P Then THE SUPER DUPER LAME DUDE AVEN TEO KIN YEW OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT called me. 'Stuart..you have the psp game Ben 10?' OH MY GAHHHHHHH. i told you i dont have it alr. damn. 'then..cant you find it?' WHATEVER FOR?! lol. he always talk stuff that makes you wanna stab him in the face ten thousand times. dang. So after about half an hour and hearing aven crapping, he had to go off. PHEW. Then, after talking to him, i taught my cousin maths. A blink of an eye, it was dinner time. sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with grandpa again. If you guys are wondering why am i always having lunch and dinner with him? ITS BECAUSE MY GRANDMA ISNT AROUND,SHE WENT OVERSEAS. and yea and also because i love it. duh. haha. So here i am, typing this post. OH. and Edmond AKA SQUAREFACE asked me to link him. and there you go squareface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about squareface...imma watch sponge bob square pants, oh wait, it isnt on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-395558274775970388?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/395558274775970388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=395558274775970388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/395558274775970388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/395558274775970388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-world.html' title='HELLO WORLD!'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-5952215278067194718</id><published>2008-06-11T20:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:13:57.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY EARSSSSSSSSSS</title><content type='html'>Hmm what is it about my ear ? well you know that later. Firstly, I woke up at 11am cause i was feeling REALLY WARM! my mum off the aircon around 9 plus so it was 2 hours of  agony for me. Went to have lunch straight with grandpa and bought lunch back for my starving parents at home. while buying food, i was kinda embarrassed cause when i was queueing to buy food for my mum, this vendor was like looking at me, waiting for know what i want. BUT, i was tall (not tryin to be proud) and i couldnt see her face, so i didnt know. Then this uncle behind tapped me on the shoulder and i was like 'whuuuuut?' then he pointed to the auntie, and MAN! i was super embarrassed haha. Anyway after i bought the food, ZOOOOOM! i was gone. nah, im kidding. i just walked as fast as i can haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i reached home, gave my parents their food and continued to hibernate in the room until 4.30pm. Left the house and send my dad off for business trip. dang, not again. zzz. After that, went to have dinner with grandpa again, at pasta mania. and HAHA one of the staff there was super hilarious, cause when he said 'WELCOME' to us, he kinda like say it really sissy and stuff, so it was like weird . After that, Followed mum to visit the Clinic. My mum needed to get some cream for her dying skin, so yea, face is very important for her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Doctor was really fussy and told my mum alot of steps for her skin, my mum told the doctor to write it down instead. HAHA, plus that doctor said this to my mum 'you skin is very dry and you look OLD' woah, doctor, you dont have to be so direct right? just say like 'uhh, you skin are really dry, but you still look like a HOT MAMA' haha. im just being sarcastic about 'dont have to be so direct' thang, BUT THE DOCTOR WAS MEAN.  OH! and the doctor even ask my mum to sign up for some stupid treatment for 300 bucks for like 20 mins. idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. now, im hibernating infront of the comp, with the radio on. and guess what, SHE TUNED THE CHANNEL TO CHINESE RADIO STATION. i think its 883FM or something. and she kinda asked me if she could tuned it to chinese radio station. So i agreed. and i wish i could turn back time, to prevent all the deteoriation of my ear, haha. Well, its not that bad actually, just exaggerating. BOOOYA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-5952215278067194718?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/5952215278067194718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=5952215278067194718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/5952215278067194718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/5952215278067194718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-earssssssssss.html' title='MY EARSSSSSSSSSS'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-7639670416196577209</id><published>2008-06-10T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:26:56.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH STUPID BLOGGG</title><content type='html'>Yes. stupid blog. i spent the whole dang day yesterday working on the blog. firstly, picture didnt show up after i inserted the code,and boy, i racked my brain and found out the link for the picture was gone, thats why no picture appeared, so i just replaced it and TADA! Well, i faced more problems after the picture thang, but shall not talk more bout it. It will bore you, and prevent you from visiting my blog again, and it will make mascara man sad. very.    sad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Went to my dad's office and did my homework there. (psst actually i didnt really do that much, but i still did some alright?!) My dad's boss wasn't around so i hijacked his room and had the whole room for my own. My dad's Boss's Wife asked me to pretend to be hardworking, and she snapped a photo of me, to show it to her husband. hah. So yea, the whole day have been hibernating in my dad's boss office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY MUM AND SIS IS BACK FROM HOLIDAY! this means, i get to find out what they bought for me! My sis got me some white shirt with 4 weird glasses printed on it, a blue shirt which shows some star wars king kong (not the brown furry monster in star wars) shooting shards of lightning from hes fingers, sexay. and one green shirt with a micky mouse body with a missing head, and that head will be me. woah. THEY GOT ME A BLACK JEANS! BLACK! wooo! but it was tight! this calls for.......EXERCISE! My mum also got me a bra..BELT! not that bad. overall, THE THINGS THEY BOUGHT WERE AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Thats all Folks. Mascara man OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. *HEY STOP THROWING ME THE BRA YOU BOUGHT IN THAILAND SIS.* nah just kidding. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-7639670416196577209?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/7639670416196577209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=7639670416196577209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/7639670416196577209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/7639670416196577209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/06/ah-stupid-bloggg.html' title='AH STUPID BLOGGG'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3906072742408354586.post-5228848513614477350</id><published>2008-06-09T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T16:50:15.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP LOOKING!</title><content type='html'>It all happened when i was at Coffee bean with a friend. Both of us were waiting for another friend to finish tution, so we kinda slacked at Coffee bean. then, there were these 4 girls, i think they're from a girl's school,only 2 of em are hot, the rest are not, HAH. Anyway, one of the girls started to look at me, and talk to the other girls and they started to look at me too. i was like...what? after that, they started laughing. yes. laugh. at me. And there, Stuart was wondering what could have made them laugh, i checked my pants if i zipped my pants, but wait, i wasn't wearing jeans or any pants that has a zip at my men parts. Thankfully, my friend finished tution soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My agony didn't end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST NOW, in the afternoon, i was waiting for the bus at the bus stop. was sitting there, listening to songs. Then, there was this particular car that has like 3 girls at the backseat. All of em were pretty. One of the girl started to look at me, after that, she started to talk to the other 2 girls. i felt that the girl who saw me is telling the other 2 girls bout me. So, when the traffic light turned green and the car was going off, the girl who saw me first, started to wind down the window and the other 2 girls looked at me, NOT MY BODY OR WHATSOEVER, just the face. i dont know if they laughed or not, but it was certainly spooky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really weird. and WHY IS IT ALWAYS PRETTY GIRLS!? this is insane. I bet more of this will happen again real soon. For now, i think the only reason why they are looking at me is because of my eyes. Some people thought that i put on mascara, cause my eyes looks kinda dark. Hence, the name! MASCARA MAN! sounds pretty cool huh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IF YOU ARE THE GIRL WHO LOOKED AT ME FOR UNKNOWN REASONS, CAN YOU KINDLY PLEASE TELL MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. thanks. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i finally created a blog. alright, Be surprised. haha. i know i said that blogging was ridiculous, but after having this 2 weird events happening to me, i NEED TO GET THIS OFF MY CHEST. so yea. TA DA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3906072742408354586-5228848513614477350?l=the-mascara-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/feeds/5228848513614477350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3906072742408354586&amp;postID=5228848513614477350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/5228848513614477350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3906072742408354586/posts/default/5228848513614477350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-mascara-man.blogspot.com/2008/06/stop-looking.html' title='STOP LOOKING!'/><author><name>Stuart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12533799971584065725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UDX2mUHRu_M/SE1CWQ-8-oI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ul3vt2w1W_Y/S220/DSC00068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
