<?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-2743830551611024781</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:09:50.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 520</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>238</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-6008159280601452541</id><published>2009-02-13T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:03:46.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy valentine's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we all love this day, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've got band and what not tomorrow, so not really looking forward to it. but it's a cool day.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you can't fool me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day where your heart stands still.&lt;br /&gt;As opposed to life, where the world&lt;br /&gt;Never seems to stop for you, but makes&lt;br /&gt;Exceptions on this awkard, unsuspecting&lt;br /&gt;Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people, a person in particular,&lt;br /&gt;Victim of that oh so skilled marksman,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you insist on using live ammunition?&lt;br /&gt;This is the day, this is the day that the man&lt;br /&gt;Has declared-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A curse on mankind, this day is.&lt;br /&gt;Let's throw in some chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;Curse them with that awful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Force them to see their insides,&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's paint the town pink!&lt;br /&gt;Have them send each other confusingly&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant gifts! Or maybe, we could&lt;br /&gt;Have them go insane, yes, for their&lt;br /&gt;significant others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give them medals for saying no.&lt;br /&gt;Take their hearts for saying yes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I know, let's force them to look their best&lt;br /&gt;For the people they love, it would seem&lt;br /&gt;Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done, Cupid, you've&lt;br /&gt;Done it. A wonderful array of&lt;br /&gt;'I.L.Y's and 'Happy' Valentines.&lt;br /&gt;Remember: You can fool everyone-&lt;br /&gt;But you can't fool me.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in response to the 'glory' that is happy valentine's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-6008159280601452541?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6008159280601452541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=6008159280601452541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6008159280601452541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6008159280601452541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-so-we-all-love-this.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-8134614442873949625</id><published>2009-02-05T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T06:14:00.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright guys! birthday lunch tomorrow at kap after art makeup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz it ends at 2.40. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway i had a pretty good day today. history test wasn't THAT hard, surprised to say. in fact the source based stuff was really easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had other periods and stuff, which was pretty boring. topped the class for el expository writing. doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had band after school so i stayed back for lunch with teik wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to borrow $1.20 from carly and eliza and friend who were there doing dear lord knows what, but i figured i didn't need to eat the prata bomb. and because teik wen was doing some crap with my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, you guys should try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway then i had band and DR LEE came back for a masterclass thing with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was paid, yes he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then right after band i had PIANO, which sucks cuz my theory exam is in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i suck at four-part harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway the rest of the day was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd better go to sleep soon, cuz i've been really tired recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-8134614442873949625?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8134614442873949625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=8134614442873949625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8134614442873949625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8134614442873949625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2009/02/alright-guys-birthday-lunch-tomorrow-at.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-7977966392749461299</id><published>2009-02-03T05:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:37:05.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprised to see this post, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blogger don't get rid of me that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's what i'm doing. i'm sitting down on a regular saturday night and i'm turning on my itunes right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there's this weird song that pops up. it's weird cuz everyone was singing it last year, but i didn't listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went on youtube and i saw the mv. and i'm thinking to myself, 'if i were shane haboucha, i'd give anything for stacy to dig me. heck her mom.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right. GIANNA DISTENCA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it sucks cuz she's 19 now, and she doesn't do any movies or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, i'm moving back to the old place tomorrow because there's a house inspector coming to check out the new house. i'll be out of the house for about a week or so, and i'm spending my last birthday there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday's on the 8th, guys. it's on the 8th of feb. don't forget. i like cool ipod cases, or maybe you could put together a disc of your favourite music or something. or MAYBE, you could get me like an electric guitar. OR, you could probably get me one of those like digital alarm clock things? you know and they have like a radio, or you can hook up your ipod to it, or something. so like a radio alarm clock. or a stereo radio alarm clock. that will be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so mom says we'll be moving back on the 14th, which is valentine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we also have exams next week too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's gonna be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i own at mugging and essay writing. uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and duncan had a dream that we grew up and he heard me on radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who i became?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE GOT FONGSTAR IN THE HOUSE, YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i became a rapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i'm friki friki friki &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fresh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there's nothing else, oep photos are on facebook, you should go check them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-7977966392749461299?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7977966392749461299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=7977966392749461299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/7977966392749461299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/7977966392749461299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2009/02/waha-surprised-to-see-this-post-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-6594396517280918692</id><published>2009-01-11T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:10:45.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cause I try and try to forget you girl, but it's just so hard to do everytime you do that thing you do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i haven't posted in a while. it's been good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to choose between bass and electric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to post about. yesterday i had chinese tuition which was cool cuz she was a new chinese teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was pretty fun. we went to cine in the morning and then at 3 something we went to craggs house. i bought my 4 gig psp memory stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-6594396517280918692?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6594396517280918692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=6594396517280918692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6594396517280918692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6594396517280918692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2009/01/cause-i-try-and-try-to-forget-you-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-8098223910145146377</id><published>2009-01-07T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T05:06:55.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YODELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so friday's a holiday, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we have ib, and our ib rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before friday, there's TOMORROW. which is packed for me cuz i got school, then after that band, then after THAT i have math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but friday we're meeting at cine to watch a movie (PONYO!) at about 10.30. then after that we're going to CRAGGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like a bloody club, it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craggs Loft: For members only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring swim gear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keith is coming, so that means UBER SPLASH FEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2nd siliconphone case has broken. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forget it. cases are useless. i dropped it on the floor once and it literally shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping to get a recommendation from el and lit teachers for CAP and IGGY. I WANT TO GO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serious english ownage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i sang 'let's talk about sex' on earphone-mics. bug weiliang for the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S TALK ABOUT... SEX. LET'S TALK ABOUT SEX. LET'S TALK ABOUT... SEX. LET'S TALK ABOUT (DOOM..... DOOM.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to kap with davin, becker, ben sim, keith, and michael. and gordon. and euan (the skinny one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw DAHLBERG. and friend. but they didn't see me! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all as well. i have a huge nose zit anyway (so vain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my stereo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that i went home, had piano, end day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-8098223910145146377?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8098223910145146377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=8098223910145146377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8098223910145146377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8098223910145146377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2009/01/yodels.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-3111309149303865536</id><published>2009-01-05T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T04:53:47.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Equal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the stars in space&lt;br /&gt;Across the sky they lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the sun that loiters&lt;br /&gt;above your head at midday.&lt;br /&gt;And comes thrashing downward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the child who sleeps&lt;br /&gt;Across his bed he lay.&lt;br /&gt;And his vision pressing onward&lt;br /&gt;Because he knows he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the grains of rice&lt;br /&gt;Filling hands that pray.&lt;br /&gt;Children with great burden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the symmetry of life&lt;br /&gt;As a whole, everyday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything. Everyone is equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8 minutes, 8.45 to 8.53)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-3111309149303865536?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3111309149303865536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=3111309149303865536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3111309149303865536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3111309149303865536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2009/01/equal.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-1185475631339389537</id><published>2009-01-04T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T05:57:01.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Embarrassment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that sting you get when&lt;br /&gt;You have everything in the world,&lt;br /&gt;But you see others with everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's embarrassing to see how&lt;br /&gt;Easy it is to tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;When you find that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no one listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's embarrassing to know that&lt;br /&gt;You are the center of attention,&lt;br /&gt;But you're invisible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're calling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is when you look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And see a star,&lt;br /&gt;But you find yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can make you feel extraordinarily&lt;br /&gt;Happy for a moment,&lt;br /&gt;And break down into tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the very next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when you don't know why&lt;br /&gt;You love someone.&lt;br /&gt;But wait forever at her doorstep for a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most embarrassing fact of&lt;br /&gt;Life, is that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the universe,&lt;br /&gt;there's no one listening when&lt;br /&gt;you're calling out,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;the very next hello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-1185475631339389537?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1185475631339389537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=1185475631339389537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1185475631339389537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1185475631339389537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2009/01/embarrassment.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-3368821851775775854</id><published>2009-01-03T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T05:04:31.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay dudes new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grow closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get a 75% and above average. (shouldn't be too hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A super secret new year resolution that you won't know don't try guessing cuz you'll never get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Score at least 3 times. (raise your hand if you don't know what this is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Expand my game library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Work for a psp-4000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Get the next generation nano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Get 20 people or over to compliment my singing. (this is going to be tough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do BYOB on Hard. (GH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. 100% Beat it. (GH)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-3368821851775775854?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3368821851775775854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=3368821851775775854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3368821851775775854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3368821851775775854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-dudes-new-year-resolutions.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-366152303895760767</id><published>2009-01-02T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T04:32:17.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i came back to school short, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my totally complete highness and sugar rush disappeared after singing superbitch with tim lu. cuz i discovered i was short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T WORRY HEIGHT, YOU SHALL BE AVENGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, now that the depressing part is over, i come with news. lao shi might be transferred out of our class to another level cuz they need her someone else, so we might have a new form teacher. let's hope not lt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. went to queensway with michael they all today, then they left at about 2.15. i left at 2.40 cuz ma was stuck in traffic jam and we had to go to funan to buy new cordless phone for new house. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, nothing much today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not antisocial. i was just depressed. I'M SHORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not that i really am short, just. you know. shorter than ryan phuan. i need to be taller than ryan phuan. that's a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and craggs is MY HEIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well there's band tomorrow, which is okay. since my sl is MOST LIKELY not coming. you never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-366152303895760767?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/366152303895760767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=366152303895760767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/366152303895760767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/366152303895760767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-came-back-to-school-short-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-8787563939703783606</id><published>2008-12-28T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:10:25.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KABLAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet home, fongarama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played guitar hero and other xbox games last night with mom's friend's kids (well not kids, they go from p6 all the way to end of jc2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm all the way at the end. oh fudgenuggets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i had alot of fun! didn't see them guys for like a year. and woah. little darryl isn't so little after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and big darryl is getting bigger. and ryan, is well... huger than i am. WHICH IS AWESOME. it balances out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rachel yeo is uber tall. taller than my sister. heh. chubby. JOKING, ZHE, JOKING, RETRACT THAT LEG. and the killer teeth, zhe. those have to be hidden as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but stasha didn't come though her sister came. cuz stasha is still in japan or korea or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was only beatrice, rachel, and zhe, nicole, and stasha's sister (sp???? sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the girls all went up to play cards and watch titanic (such tragic music, indeed) while the all the guys stayed downstairs to massacre each other on halo and cod4 and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the draw of animated death was so powerful that even nicole came down to watch the utter destruction of soldier after soldier and spartan after spartan of explosive grifball and ctf fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beats the crap out of titanic, i'll tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and HONEY GLAZED CHICKEN! oh the world's second most favourite way of cooking the best tasting winged poultry (first is fried).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, yesterday night was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this morning was church, which was pretty cool. no lg though, so just end of year party (well, bonding time with lg, but since this year's lg is the same as next year's lg for my year, there really isn't anything to bond over anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe school's starting! so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seem's like yesterday i was blogging about lt and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'd better sleep. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;got band tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;(haven't said that in a while)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-8787563939703783606?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8787563939703783606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=8787563939703783606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8787563939703783606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8787563939703783606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/12/kablam.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-5680669968326292227</id><published>2008-12-28T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T06:32:00.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I awoke in a strange place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I awoke in a strange place.&lt;br /&gt;The grass was not green,&lt;br /&gt;and nor was the sky blue.&lt;br /&gt;The ground flowed,&lt;br /&gt;and the seas?&lt;br /&gt;Oddly calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke in a strange place.&lt;br /&gt;The grass was greener,&lt;br /&gt;and the sky was deep blue.&lt;br /&gt;The ground so hard,&lt;br /&gt;it felt like...&lt;br /&gt;I was drifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke in a strange place.&lt;br /&gt;Calmly unsettling.&lt;br /&gt;The people were...&lt;br /&gt;Oddly sane.&lt;br /&gt;And it felt heavenly,&lt;br /&gt;for hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke in a strange place.&lt;br /&gt;The cold wind brought heat.&lt;br /&gt;The music was silent.&lt;br /&gt;The light was dark.&lt;br /&gt;And I, healthy as ever,&lt;br /&gt;felt uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke in a strange place.&lt;br /&gt;There was no time,&lt;br /&gt;and night existed&lt;br /&gt;simply to divide the day.&lt;br /&gt;And it was normal for me&lt;br /&gt;to awake in a strange place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-5680669968326292227?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5680669968326292227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=5680669968326292227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/5680669968326292227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/5680669968326292227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-awoke-in-strange-place.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-430865871685015037</id><published>2008-12-26T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:22:27.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BHAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man's back. from blog hiatus. since it's nearly new year, and i'm bored shitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got a new stereo, all moved in. boxes are gone, i'm on xbox live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMILLA BELLE. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i had fun these couple of days and tomorrow ANOTHER christmas party (well, really boxing day party. or day after boxing day party. whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. i wanna go to school to see my friends, but i don't wanna go to school to see my teachers. and blank paper. *shivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the beauty that is the written word as completely been masked behind the three G's of my holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    - GOD - GUITARHERO - GAMING -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so merry christmas to all, i'm sure the holidays have been a struggle, but hey. it's happy, whappy, new year, and a verty very merry christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously though. 08 has been... not so great at first, but it ended spectacularly for me. and all the people i've met this year, the internet, through friends, whatever. you guys rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09 is gonna be pretty stressful, you know with the whole ip thing and all. i'm not sure if i want to go, i'm not sure if i need to go, but it never hurt to open up my options, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so craggs, chris, chin jin (AWESOME. they all start with C), 08's been a great fight. but for 09, i'm just getting started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (superhero/villan laugh mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIKI-FRIKI-FRIKI fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, it's time to listen to some music, and brighten up my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADIES, AND GENTLEMEN, IT'S MRFUDGENUGGETS (my xbox live ign), ON GUITAR HERO'S BASS, PLAYING DEMOLITION MAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dum dum, dum dum dum, dum dum dum, dum dum! dum dum, dum dum dum, dum dum dum, dum dum...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-430865871685015037?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/430865871685015037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=430865871685015037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/430865871685015037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/430865871685015037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/12/bham.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-4403330630430805408</id><published>2008-12-20T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:04:33.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BACK FROM MOVING FIESTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'll still be unpacking around the next couple of days, but the hardest part is over already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new room is damn cool. AND IT WAS ALL, YELLOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i asked for a chocolate coloured bed and a red coloured blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna put down some of life's great lessons. i have this on foolscap, but i can't remember when i wrote it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Laughter is the brush that sweeps away the cobwebs of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It's not how many hours you put in- but how much you put in your hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Smart people speak from experience. Smarter people from experience, don't speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Only when we have knelt before God, then, can we stand before men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Sometimes, the Lord calms the storm. But other times, he lets the storm rage on, but calms his child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. God never askes about our ability or our inability- just our availability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It's more important to know where you're going than to see how fast you can get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Character is what your are- in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The ultimate test for a gentleman is his respect for the people of absolutely no use to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When God measures a man, he puts the tape around the heart- not the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. It's not WHAT a man does that determines whether his work is sacred or secular. It's WHY he does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The way to get to the top is to get off your ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A man is not finished when he is defeated. He is finished when he quits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. He who has learned to obey, will know how to command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*15. God did not ask us to change before he loved us. He loved us first, and in doing so gave us power to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When all kinds of trials crowd into your lives, don't resent them as intruders, but welcome them as friends. Realize they have come to test your endurance. But let the process go until that endurance is fully developed, and you will find you have become men and women of mature character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Many of life's failures are people who did not realize just how close they were to success when they gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. We only pass from childhood to adulthood when we stop saying, 'It got lost', and start saying, 'I lost it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Choose your love, and love your choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You can never ever be anything if you always want to be everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The Lord votes for you, but Satan votes against you. You must cast the final deciding vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The greatest warriors never retreat. They simply advance in a different direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-4403330630430805408?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4403330630430805408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=4403330630430805408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4403330630430805408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4403330630430805408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-moving-fiesta.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-7796655002114744909</id><published>2008-12-11T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:20:17.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>really bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm thinking- what's the best way to turn a girl off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a list of the ten best ways to turn a girl off (or get her to laugh really hard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I think it's time you knew. I'm Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hey, when we get back to my place, we have to be really quiet. I don't want a scene with my Mom this late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you mind if we drop by my ex's place? I just want to see if anyone's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I really like you. Really, I do. It's just my parole officer doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm just not into the suicidal motif. I'm sure you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The guys back at the chess cult really are never gonna believe that I met someone as cool as you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. It's just a 500 yard restraining order! It's not like it's the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm afraid I just have a thing for sane people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Oh I gotta get back by 10 tonight. I hope that's okay. Just gotta drop by my underwear at the dry cleaners. They're having a promo this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You like this watch? I made it at rehab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-7796655002114744909?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7796655002114744909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=7796655002114744909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/7796655002114744909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/7796655002114744909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/12/really-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-4275369016674009471</id><published>2008-12-10T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T06:08:45.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a new phone today. yeah it's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c902. se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be moving to my new ice cube house soon so i took a couple of pictures to remind myself of my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/ST_M0WUGVuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3LgBa4nDVY8/s1600-h/DSC00015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/ST_M0WUGVuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3LgBa4nDVY8/s200/DSC00015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278162488016656098" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, that's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-4275369016674009471?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4275369016674009471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=4275369016674009471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4275369016674009471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4275369016674009471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/12/hey-guys-got-new-phone-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/ST_M0WUGVuI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3LgBa4nDVY8/s72-c/DSC00015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-4069788468642974649</id><published>2008-12-07T06:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:29:01.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>camp, camp, camp camp camp create!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yodels and helloopies. i'm back from church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super fun! some bits were freaky, and some bits were just really really awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the theme for this church camp was build, fill, and shake the temple of god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the building was quite fun, especially making the flags and all that. btw, my group was called TUMBLER, which worked out great because i came up with an awesome cheer for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUM TUM TUM TUM TUM TUM TUM TUM TUM TUM TUM TUM TADADADA! DADA! TUMBLER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i liked filling the best.because of the AMAZING (G)RACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we wandered around sembawang park for alot of stuff, doing lots of fun things like making our way through the seven wonders of the sandy world (the playground) blindfolded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had my favourite game, the MUSIC STATION, run by rachel boen. so we had to scream out the lyrics of a song to our group members and our group members had to guess the title of the song. but we couldn't say anything to hint at the song name except for lyrics (e.g in the song 'i don't wanna miss a thing' you can't say, 'and i don't want to miss a thing')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got all the britney spears songs!!! yay. the first song i got was womanizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superstar, where you from how's it goin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S BRITNEY, KIDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the game most people will remember that i took part in is the box game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, another insanely stupid story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. so we were supposed to reach into these five different boxes to figure out what was in it. but we were assured that nothing that could hurt us was in the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the first box was jam. the second box was a sponge, i think. the third one was a flower. the fourth one was bread, and the last one was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was water in it, which was the first thing everyone felt before quickly withdrawing their hand and screaming, 'WHAT'S IN THAT THING???!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was actually really curious. so i just stuck my hand in, felt the water, and moved my hand to either one of the sides. and i felt something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like cling wrap, but it was damp. you know that rubbery feeling you get when you touch clingwrap? yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i moved my hand further down and felt this plastic-like feeling. it was sticky, and long, so i thought it was scotch tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i withdrew my hand, but didn't touch anything else with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after we discussed what was in the boxes, we agreed on the first four boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after apprehensively going, ' i think the last box is scotch tape', they nodded, before replying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'so you want to see what's in it?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other group members quickly rushed over, and after a quick peek they looked away and went, 'i knew it!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was the last to see. it was a frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cling wrap was it's skin, needless to say, but there's much speculation on the 'scotch tape'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the widely accepted one is 'it was the frog's tongue', which i'm starting to believe myself. but it could've been a large clump of the frog's skin, or it's leg, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we all agree that the frog (we named it kermit), wasn't the same after i had GOT TO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the third day we prepared a presentation of all our photos we took during the camp using the adult's laptops, and then after lunch we went for archery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after archery we had a barbecue, which was really fun, before we went into the conference room for the presentation, and... 'shake it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was supposed to be a surprise, so we went in not knowing what it was, but we thought that it was a dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end it was actually 'underground church', a game that we played to test our faith. some people cried in it, and couldn't complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically, the premise of the game was that terrorists (the adults) had begun persecuting christians in singapore, and that they had heard of our small christian gathering in the sembawang camp 'challenge'. they were going to bring us out to the concrete hard court for interrogation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were led out by the 'terrorists' (which btw weren't very mean, since we already knew who they were, LIONEL), and we were supposed to register our particulars and hand over any electronic devices, before being blindfolded and thumb-tied (i have to admit, that was pretty funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we were led into little groups where we were constantly asked to stand up and shift around, but we couldn't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, we were grouped up into groups and led in threes into a van, where we were driven to 'malta crescent', in order to have our faith 'tested'. there was supposed to be another station, the 'toilet' station, but i didn't go there because there were some time constraints (and it still ended at 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just went to malta crescent, and some guy pulled me aside, and we made some small talk. but i managed to keep my smart ass humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that he led me to a hole.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Guy: You afraid of the dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Abit. But not considerably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: You know what's down that hole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Well let's hope it's not bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Alright. Let me give you a chance. If you deny Christ now, you don't have to go down, and you get to go back to the van, have a cold drink, and relax. Then you can go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Sounds good. (turns around) So if you'd just untie me, I can go down the bunker now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: You sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: (unties thumbs LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Thanks. (smiles as he goes down the ladder.)&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after some feeling around, i managed to head to the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Ah! There you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Eh! Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Sure took your time, didn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Yeah. It's pretty dark down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Well make yourself comfy, you're gonna be in there for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Okie dokie. (leans against wall, and sighs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: So I'll give you a chance, if you deny Christ now, I'll turn on the lights and you can come up slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: I'm thirsty. You don't happen to have water, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Yeah. But I'm not gonna give it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Hmmm. I see. Do you think this vine can produce some water?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: These vines? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Do you think they can be climbed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: They look pretty thin, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: (leaps up and grabs the vine, begins to climb up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: I don't suggest you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: So, what can your... 'God', do for you now? How do you think I can be 'saved'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Well... uh. There is this book, you know. It's been like a bestseller since, forever. You should give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Yeah well the problem is, I've read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Uh huh. And?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: And what am I doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: You're right. Stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Tell you what, if you get out before my boss comes, I won't chase after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Nah. I'm pretty comfy down here, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: I'll give you 30 seconds to get out before the hatch closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Coolio! (smirks happily. makes sure his feet mimic the pattern of happy skipping. just to piss the bugger off.)&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i got out of the bunker and saw a blurry marcus (still didn't have my glasses on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i made my way down to where a blurry othilia was sitting and i was blindfolded and thumb-tied up again. (SERIOUSLY. THUMB???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while i heard the van pull over and drop off a new batch of dudes. then i got into the van, and heard another 'terrorist' call me.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Terrorist: Alex, move to your right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Wow. A terrorist knows my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorist: I did my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: You make a pretty bad terrorist, Darren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorist: I see you did your homework too.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went back to the camp site, and after a while of sitting down, we were led back to the conference room, and debriefed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to let everyone that couldn't complete the game ideally know, that the results of that game do not determine exactly the strength of your faith. remember that peter, one of the greatest apostles, himself denied christ. not only once, but THREE different times. and yet he was still filled with the holy spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was my SUPER UBER FUN CHURCH CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that night was pretty much fun. i didn't sleep much (only got one or two hours). and played tai ti for the rest of the night (morning. whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we got back to church, went to eat prata with my year, and then went for service (jade's hair is awesome).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome 13 hour sleep. hope i have another one later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-4069788468642974649?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4069788468642974649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=4069788468642974649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4069788468642974649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4069788468642974649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/12/camp-camp-camp-camp-camp-create-yodels.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-7669716979224407612</id><published>2008-12-01T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:04:21.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOREDOM HAS FORCED ME TO RETURN TO BLOGGING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas, mateys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dudes, i'm coming up with a new campaign called the 'yodel' fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a campaign where i, the great and super wondrous fable kick-assing genius who is also known as alex fongstaralicious, promote the new greeting which shall be hereby known to all who walk this planet we call earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YODELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is a replacement to hello, rather than an official alternative. i shall be used as a greeting of all sorts, common to all and accepted as an informal way of introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me explain the logical vantage point to which you shall soon view 'yodels' as a greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i shall explain the concept of yodeling, or jodeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yodeling is a form of singing that involves singing an extended note which rapidly and repeatedly changes in pitch from the vocal or chest register (or "chest voice") to the falsetto voice, making a high-low-high-low sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is most originally a method of communication between mountain peaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we now move to the subject of communication, since we now understand that yodeling was actually used as a form of communication in the swiss alps and later spreading to other cultures around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we are looking to intentionally communicate, i shall define the word, 'greeting' for you, so you can better understand why 'yodels' is a legitimate way to greet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greeting, or more formally 'accosting', is a way from human beings (or other members of the animal kingdom) to &lt;i&gt;intentionally&lt;/i&gt; communicate awareness of each other's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore, since yodeling was first used as a way to communicate between mountain peaks, we can therefore say that yodeling is a form of greeting, since it originally communicates to other mountaineers that they wanted them to be aware of each other's presence, hence declaring their presence to the mountains through yodeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i shall explain proper ways to react to 'yodels'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we are obviously now not living in mountains of the swiss alps, nor are we mountaineers trying to determine each other's positions, we relate 'yodels' to pop culture, where a more accepted greeting, 'yo', comes into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the first syllable is exactly the same, we shall reply a greeting 'yodels', by saying, 'yo.'&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 1: Yodels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person 2: Yo.&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the you understand the principle of 'yodels', and the appropriate response, you can now begin to spread the love and start yodelling to your friends. HELP TO START THE GREATEST GREETING REVOLUTION IN THE WORLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yodels- You can be a part of the mountainy sensation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-7669716979224407612?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7669716979224407612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=7669716979224407612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/7669716979224407612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/7669716979224407612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-1017756882160762211</id><published>2008-11-21T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:14:33.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know where i'm supposed to be, don't tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm supposed to be at prefect camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 2.30am today i woke up and told my mom that i had stomach pain, and not long after that i started to puke out my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mega pukage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had some milo, and i puked that out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i started to feel faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----drama begins------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clock was ticking. i knew that if i didn't get an ingestion of sugary fluid filled with electrolytes that i would be very difficult to awake once i fell into unconciousness. my parents then brought me to changi general hospital, and the ride there was no walk in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt my stomach lurch forward with every uncomfortable bump, and the urge to vomit was imminent. i knew there was nothing to expel from my digestive system, and my body was already running on reserve power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it felt like an eternity before i saw the white walls of changi general. i began the weightless walk to the waiting room, processed like merchandise as i swung from one counter to another. finally i had reached the consultant's room, and it then became clear that i was experiencing indigestion- i had swallowed my dinner too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i managed to squeeze in a 'thank you' wherever i could, and the vomiting had faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the diarhea had just come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was rushed to the toilet on a wheelchair, since i had lost the energy to stand. as i propped myself on the toilet seat, i started to feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the abdominal pain had started to decrease, and i didn't feel as faint. i felt more tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after returning to the consultant, we recieved three types of medicine, and we went home.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that is pretty much a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only ingest fluids now, but i haven't gone to diarhea in about 30 minutes since i took the meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for me, please, guys. this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-1017756882160762211?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1017756882160762211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i'm leaving for taipei tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at midnight i'll be on the plane already. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhhh i won't be OFFICIALLY back till the 28th, but i MIGHT post on friday because that's the night that i'll be sleeping at home before prefect camp the next day. and then when i get back i MIGHT post on the 24th, which is a... monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i get back i might not post because i'll be so happy that it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've got some free time now, so i guess i should just listen to a couple of songs, and change before leaving the house at about 10.30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you guys when i get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-5345727492752028383?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-4906717640086242892</id><published>2008-11-15T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:53:01.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sup dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. sup dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. i like constructing sentences in phrases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i went to craggs house this week again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had an awesome time playing pool and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his ps3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then alfred and eug came over and we played GUITAR HERO..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is one of the two best games ever made on the xbox 360.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second is FABLE 2 WHICH IS AWESOME IT IS THE AWESOMEST MOST FANTASTICA BRILLIANT GAME IN THE HISTORY OF FOREVERMORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just figured out that you can import saved data, so you can import someone else's hero into your own game, and his/her hero is as pro as you are too. HOW COOL IS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh lol and if your character is a male hero and you wear hot pants, it's considered as a public indecency (i consider it a public joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, today i had band and jenn chong didn't come again. brendan's dad came out with the set piece (director professor dr mr kelly tang, super successful musician) for the syf (singapore youth festival) central band judging competition, the biggest (or second biggest if you count sibf) event in any band career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty cool. but horns have like 1...2....3... 5 solos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they're hard syncopated solos with freaky accidentals. but it sounds pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we're playing symphonic metamorphosis (so hard to type) as our choice piece. which is awesomer than the set piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had math after that (doing sec2 algebra. grh) and then i came home and packed for camp before playing xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love xbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me, i won't be here from the 18th (monday) to the 28th. because on the 18th i'm going to taipei for holiday (because vineyards in san fransisco are just to damn expensive), then i'll come back on the 21st, go for prefect camp on the 22nd, come back on the 24th, and go for band camp on the 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'll come back on the 28th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, damn sian. sianer than all my other holidays (i love attatching suffixes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i'm in your prayers (please, seriously, pray for me), and i'll be sure to post before i leave for taipei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;left to right: eugene khoo, alex fong, alfred li.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SR7f5ljX0II/AAAAAAAAAPM/2INbjrZESvo/s1600-h/DSCN0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SR7f5ljX0II/AAAAAAAAAPM/2INbjrZESvo/s200/DSCN0274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268894794496069762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-4906717640086242892?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4906717640086242892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=4906717640086242892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4906717640086242892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4906717640086242892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-dudes.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SR7f5ljX0II/AAAAAAAAAPM/2INbjrZESvo/s72-c/DSCN0274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-8775716745884312963</id><published>2008-11-14T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T06:44:53.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt; (You have a problem?) Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt;(You think you're big?) Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt;(Make you go mad now.) Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got gas, in the car&lt;br /&gt;(Can't open the window)&lt;br /&gt;Nothing said, just a smell.&lt;br /&gt;(Can't talk without smellin' it)&lt;br /&gt;All the scent on your head&lt;br /&gt;(Don't wanna think about it)&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I'm going insane, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's aroma can't hide, you'll start getting pissed.&lt;br /&gt;You can't breathe, can't go high, it's such a nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;A disease, yeah that's right, it can control you&lt;br /&gt;It's too much abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the door sign.&lt;br /&gt;It says "Don't piss off the user&lt;br /&gt;He don't want a fight."&lt;br /&gt;Watch out you might just go underneath&lt;br /&gt;The door shakes&lt;br /&gt;And the guy bursts out the toilet&lt;br /&gt;So if you must falter be wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouts out  'Disturb me la!'&lt;br /&gt;He ain't used to smelling right.&lt;br /&gt;'Disturb me la!'&lt;br /&gt;Is he scarin' you tonight?&lt;br /&gt;'Disturb me la!'&lt;br /&gt;The enzymes sting like a bite&lt;br /&gt;'Disturb me la, disturb me la!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He goes in, and it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;(It's like it never came.)&lt;br /&gt;You feel like you are safe&lt;br /&gt;(The fart don't even stink)&lt;br /&gt;Oh he's gonna come out!&lt;br /&gt;Let all his shit out&lt;br /&gt;It's too much abnormal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's aroma can't hide, you'll start getting pissed.&lt;br /&gt;You can't breathe, can't go high, it's such a nuisance.&lt;br /&gt;A disease, yeah that's right, it can control you&lt;br /&gt;It's too much abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the door sign.&lt;br /&gt;It says "Don't piss off the user&lt;br /&gt;He don't want a fight."&lt;br /&gt;Watch out you might just go underneath&lt;br /&gt;The door shakes&lt;br /&gt;And the guy bursts out the toilet&lt;br /&gt;So if you must falter be wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouts out  'Disturb me la!'&lt;br /&gt;He ain't used to smelling right.&lt;br /&gt;'Disturb me la!'&lt;br /&gt;Is he scarin' you tonight?&lt;br /&gt;He shouts out  'Disturb me la!'&lt;br /&gt;The enzymes sting like a bite&lt;br /&gt;'Disturb me la, disturb me la!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt; Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt; Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt; (Disturb me la)Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Release me please this is damn gross!&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to breathe air but I'm struggling&lt;br /&gt;If you can go&lt;br /&gt;Please please go, (ughUGHUGHHUGHHHUGHH!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the door sign.&lt;br /&gt; It says "Don't piss off the user&lt;br /&gt; He don't want a fight."&lt;br /&gt; Watch out you might just go underneath&lt;br /&gt; The door shakes&lt;br /&gt; And the guy bursts out the toilet&lt;br /&gt; So if you must falter be wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouts out  'Disturb me la!'&lt;br /&gt; He ain't used to smelling right.&lt;br /&gt; 'Disturb me la!'&lt;br /&gt; Is he scarin' you tonight?&lt;br /&gt; He shouts out  'Disturb me la!'&lt;br /&gt; The enzymes sting like a bite&lt;br /&gt; 'Disturb me la, disturb me la!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt;  Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt;  Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop)&lt;br /&gt;  (Disturb me la)Ahh...ahhh... hoohhah... ugh...ugh...ah! (plop plop plop)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-8775716745884312963?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8775716745884312963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=8775716745884312963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8775716745884312963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8775716745884312963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-5160922211253922555</id><published>2008-11-12T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:26:33.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>discussing wei liangs facebook photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred Li: WHAT THE ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chern Jie: WHAT THE ****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt: What's so eff word about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: EVERYTHING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren: What the- the pic is quite nice what! Oh, but it could've been much better if you took the picture of the bus without you.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred and I talking about the Fable 2 character, the Commandant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Oh crap! What's that stuff on his head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: He has horns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred: No, they're not horns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Yes they are! They're like, protruding from his head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred: No, they're probably like... some pokey things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Oh yeah... yeah... You know they came up with a name for that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred: Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Yeah. You know what they call it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: HORNS.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Eug and Alfred at my place playing Guitar Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred: (jumps on the drums) Okay! Let's start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(first note comes out. it's an orange note)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred: (whacks drum. nothing comes out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex and Eug: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JOKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred (misses every single orange beat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Here let me try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(goes to the drum and restarts song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: (whacks drum. nothing comes out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! JOKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Hmm... there must be something wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eug: Yeah. Maybe it's not connected right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred: WHAT THE-&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! YAY. i've posted my material.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-5160922211253922555?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5160922211253922555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=5160922211253922555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/5160922211253922555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/5160922211253922555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/11/discussing-wei-liangs-facebook-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-5361963111996907467</id><published>2008-11-12T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T06:14:49.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>QUIZ! dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagged by zhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULE #2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse.&lt;br /&gt;These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We all have secrets. It would be a very unsecretive world if we didn't have secrets, wouldn't it? Though that's a secret, since we don't know what that would be like because we all keep secrets in a secretive world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a girl younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I'm not a pedophile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to school (ACSI)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love it when my friends are there. Other than that it's just really boring. I like that thrill you get when your with your friends and you don't know what's going to happen next (e.g. if Mr Gavin Ang will walk by and scold us for bringing food up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Donate to Operation Smile and church. Uh... By a Lamborghini Murcelago and a villa. Buy the world's most awesome computer. Invest in Google and Apple and retire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*5. Do you love yourself more than you love other people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh definitely. But I'm sure we all know that, so it isn't really counted as a quiz question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think I've answered this before. Loving someone who loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7. List out your 5 favourite songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Rockstar (fong remix)&lt;br /&gt;Take it All&lt;br /&gt;Ted Nugent Guitar Solo (GH Special)&lt;br /&gt;Leavin'&lt;br /&gt;Low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8. If you're single and your crush is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There are many piranas (?sp) in the deep blue sea.&lt;br /&gt;Or you can be like Alfred, quote, "I don't get crushes. I get LUST."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Guitar Hero 4. Battling Ted Nugent over and over and over again. Thinking about how much money I'm making in the video game also known as "Fable 2".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;10. What makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lt. (add about a billion very's before the angry and you got it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23. Damn good looking, in Law varsity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;God. Family. 1.9 dudes. A few 6.9 guys. uherr.... DUDES FROM CHURCH I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;13. What is the most important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Living on a prayer (living for god.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Single or attached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OH OH OH I KNOW THIS ONE! uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golden brown. reminds me of food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(quote zhe) Define&lt;em&gt; all&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;relationship,&lt;/em&gt; then I'll answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;17. What would be the 1st thing you say/shout/scream when you've reach the top of Mount Everest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;WAKE UP ALEX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;18. What are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stating the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;19. Do you prefer chocolate, tea, or coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Coffee. There's something about it that just makes me smile. If there's no coffee (no!!!) then I'll have chocolate, because chocolate is the sexiest food in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20. 5 people I have tagged:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cara, because I want to know if you read my blog or not (or, for that matter, if you read your own blog)&lt;br /&gt;Colin, because I want to see which you prefer, chocolate, tea, or coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Jie Qi, because you need something to take your mind off O's.&lt;br /&gt;Wei Liang, because I want to see how emo you will get.&lt;br /&gt;Myself, because according to my sister (and everyone else in the world), I have an ego complex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-5361963111996907467?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5361963111996907467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=5361963111996907467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/5361963111996907467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/5361963111996907467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz-dunno-why.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-170979708418546741</id><published>2008-11-09T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T06:11:21.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok... my first crack at 'MATERIAL' (day to day funny chunks of conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;craggs smsed me during lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Craggs: Hey dude! Wanna come over next week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (thinks for a while, because i was there last week.) Why? Aww....! I miss you too hon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Craggs: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah sure, I'm free on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Craggs: Yay! I love you too, HON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok ok dude? I was KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Craggs: ABOUT COMING?! WHY HONEY!!! WHY ARE YOU CHEATING ON ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ha, ha, ha.  (shivers for a moment) SERIOUSLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-170979708418546741?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/170979708418546741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=170979708418546741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/170979708418546741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/170979708418546741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-8172147170631278764</id><published>2008-11-09T03:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:14:38.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar hero is seriously awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can play expert bass!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get like 80% correct. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously it's damn hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.  friday- went to js at 1pm to see the teachers. we went after honours day celebrations cuz if not then we wouldn't get a chance to talk to the teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw caitlin and justin and alot of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that i left before seng foong and brian and they all cuz i had to go to tuition. but before that me and mom went to funan to check if guitar hero had come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT HAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we bought guitar hero. which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that i went to piano, then after that i played guitar hero 4 for a while before going to chinese tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last chinese tuition with li lao shi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sniffle sniffle sniffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow they've been teaching me chinese for forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. now they're going back to china.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on saturday i had band. after band came home and played guitar hero all the way to the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this morning we went to church and went to marina to watch QUANTUM OF SOLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good show. BUT NO GADGETS. noooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no cool james bond gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got home and i played GUITAR HERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that kinda wraps up this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-8172147170631278764?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8172147170631278764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=8172147170631278764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8172147170631278764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8172147170631278764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/11/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-8631814319084319340</id><published>2008-11-05T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:05:49.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OBAMA WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good for america.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the country needs someone like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a good guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-8631814319084319340?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8631814319084319340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=8631814319084319340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8631814319084319340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8631814319084319340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-won-good-for-america.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-8617823444300422335</id><published>2008-11-03T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T04:40:40.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAMILTON! BOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thus ends my fit of f1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn ticked off with timo glock. YOU IDIOT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL DID YOU LET THE BUGGER PASS YOU? IT WAS A GIVEAWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamilton didn't earn the championship. glock GAVE IT TO HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a typical example of, 'oh well, since i'm not going anywhere on the drivers championship board, let's make 3/4 of the world unhappy.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL CONGRATULATIONS TIMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i had band today, which was pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I BEAT MY HIGH SCORE ON QUADRAPOP!!!! 38975!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar hero 4 game only is out. the band set is coming out sometime this week. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i had an awesome dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOKOKOKOOKOKOOKOKOK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that i had precog. like you know, from the movie "next" (nicholas cage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precognition &lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt; Knowledge of something in advance of its occurrence, especially by extrasensory perception; clairvoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aside from being able to see 30 seconds into the future, i could also see what would happen all around me 30 seconds into the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's going on at my friend's place, for instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;precog- not my ideal superpower. i was hoping something like teleportation or telekinesis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i can see 30 seconds into the future, i can keep seeing into different possible futures to examine them and make the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like if i knew you were going to punch me, i'd just dodge. cuz i knew you were going to punch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm going to play tetris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-8617823444300422335?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8617823444300422335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=8617823444300422335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8617823444300422335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8617823444300422335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/11/hamilton-booo-booooo-thus-ends-my-fit.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-9163158738228738726</id><published>2008-11-02T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T06:05:18.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The longest road tunnel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up abit late. went to church. NONE BUT JESUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ying hock was right about the sabbath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU SABBATHING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me mom and zhe went to raffles place to eat. DIN TAI FUNG!!! XIAO LONG PAO GOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a professional xiao long pao eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first you rip out the skin. then you pour the soup onto the spoon, then after that you eat the skin, and while eating the skin, you squeeze any soup that might be in the meat. then you eat the meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the meat has gone down your gullet and there's nothing else in your mouth, you slurp the soup up really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the art of eating xiao long pao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN. we walked around abit and mom bought me my painting stuff FOR MY WARHAMMER MODELS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall take a picture and show you guys. MY CENTERPIECE LOOKS AWESOME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's alot of hard work. mixing and all to find the right colour shades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M ADDICTED TO WARHAMMER MODELLING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of fongoriginal wallpapers that YOU CAN DOWNLOAD AND SET AS YOUR WALLPAPER TO REVIEW EVERYDAY AS A REMINDER THAT FONG ROCKS YOUR WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQ2yy_7rm_I/AAAAAAAAANc/LJQDk5imIB4/s1600-h/ego+wallpaper+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQ2yy_7rm_I/AAAAAAAAANc/LJQDk5imIB4/s200/ego+wallpaper+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264060128690936818" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQ2yygdqgXI/AAAAAAAAANM/aMp_ZkYCCwU/s1600-h/ego+wallpaper+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQ2yyruae_I/AAAAAAAAANU/W1gsUlxxisM/s200/ego+wallpaper+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264060123266579442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-9163158738228738726?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/9163158738228738726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=9163158738228738726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/9163158738228738726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/9163158738228738726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/11/longest-road-tunnel.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQ2yy_7rm_I/AAAAAAAAANc/LJQDk5imIB4/s72-c/ego+wallpaper+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-25224145777610605</id><published>2008-11-01T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T04:35:36.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMGWTF THE DIRECTOR IS CHURCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER SAW THAT COMING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAIR ON MY HAND IS STILL STANDING UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-25224145777610605?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/25224145777610605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=25224145777610605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/25224145777610605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/25224145777610605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/11/omgwtf-director-is-church-i-never-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-716777480233595313</id><published>2008-10-31T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T00:41:08.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to the Karaoke showdown between Alex and iTunes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex, following the win of the 'rock-paper-scissors' match, is entitles to help iTunes pick 24 songs to fight against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, iTunes does not fall short of a handicap, with years more singing experience than Alex himself, and a strong vocal range that suits almost every song known to mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience, as if on cue, falls silent as Alex and iTunes take their respective places on stage, with Alex on the side of the home team, and iTunes on the other. iTunes wears it's goth gloves, in preparation for the first song, The Anthem, by Good Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bell rings for the first quarter to start! iTunes and Alex begin singing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't wanna be just like YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Looks like iTunes got burned by Alex's insulting punch. iTunes regains it's ground as it counters that attack!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THIS IS THE ANTHEM THROW ALL YOUR HANDS UP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Away goes wild for iTunes as the song approaches a quieter note. Alex grabs the bass from the audience, as he engages in a bass solo while singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I DON'T EVER WANNA, I DON'T EVER WANNA BE YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Things look bad for iTunes! But iTunes doesn't give up that easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bass line ends! Looks like Alex can't play that card until the next quarter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the song closes, iTunes grabs the guitar, and on the last chord, gives a nice whammy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first round goes to iTunes!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second song, 'Are you gonna be my girl', by Jet, has the audience rooting for Alex. He's familiar on this ground, and is his prime choice for practice. The end vocal is a strong point for Alex, and we expect him to win this round with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes grabs the bass from the audience! OOH! A strong point there! Looks like Alex shouldn't have wasted his bass run on the first song, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Alex has another trick up his sleeve! He pimped out his microphone so that it can hit Jet's intricately designed screechy passages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes begins the bass solo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! But the drumset drowns out his solo abit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Go!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex starts off well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'You don't need the money when you look lyk that do ya honaaayee!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes is clearly stunned out!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man Alex is dominating this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I said, Are you gonna be ma gir?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN! iTunes looks stuck! The bass loses prominence with a couple of slips. With a couple of 'boos' from the Away, Alex begins the descriptions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Big black boots, long brown hair, she's so sweet with her...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes is stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'GET BACK STARE!!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes collapses to the ground! Unable to play or sing anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Alex sings on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grabs the electric guitar from the audience and grabs the mic! He takes the solo by storm and the CROWD GOES WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILD!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he ends off the song, the audience falls silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said, Are you gonna be my girl!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE SECOND ROUND GOES TO A PROUD ALEX!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third song, Because You Live, by Jesse McCartney used to be Alex's strong point, but now, clearly iTunes dominates this R&amp;amp;B slash Soul category. Alex has lost confidence in fighting this song. When asked of his opinions of this song, Alex replied, "The only thing that I can hope for is not to get booed of the stage, innit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes, hearing this statement, has newly regained confidence as he stretches out his previously, uh, embarrassing defeat and approaches the new song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes begins nazaly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Staring ou', at the rain with a heavy hearrrrrrrt, it's the en', of the world, in ma miiiind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes has the audience singing with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex refuses to back down! He takes on the piano! The mordents have the audience stunned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been lookin' for the answer, SOMEWHERE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Alex is proving to be a strong competitor! Let's see what iTunes would do next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so glad I found an angel! SOMEONE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch! iTunes rebounds with the next stanza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When nobody else can help!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITUNES NAILS THE HIGH NOTE! AMAZING PERFORMANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex doesn't seem to be losing confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I carry on, when I lose the fight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex seems to have gained an edge from the likeness of the song to his current situation! It looks good for Alex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes starts singing with amazing amounts of soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because you live, I...... live. I? Live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THIRD ROUND GOES TO ITUNES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle is over! Let's ask Alex what he thought about the battle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just glad that we both just went out there, and we had a great time. I think iTunes is putting up a good fight, and I know that we're both just having fun."&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth song is a new song for both competitors! They've only listened to it once or twice, but with the lyrics flashing on screen, both competitors are evenly matched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'M HOT! YOU'RE COLD! YOU GO AROUND! LIKE YOU KNOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes begins well! Oh! But looks like Alex has snatched it from iTunes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHO I AM! BUT YOU DON'T!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes plays the guitar card again! A short solo follows, but Alex calls the next stanza for himself as iTunes tries not to slip on the guitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm burnin' up, burnin' up! For you, babe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice! The audience is going for Alex, even some of the Away are cheering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who! Turned the temperature hotter? Cuz I'm burnin' up, burnin' up, for you, babe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nails the high note! Fantastic! Alex looks ecstatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But iTunes snatches the rap away from Alex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get up and dance! Don't try to fight it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Alex goes in for the kill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Burnin' up, burnin' up, for you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes stops in utter amazement as Alex points to a beautiful brunette in the crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fourth song goes to Alex! AND SO DOES THE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOOOOHOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first quarter is over, with both performers evenly matched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 12 songs to go- who will win the Karaoke Showdown?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-716777480233595313?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/716777480233595313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=716777480233595313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/716777480233595313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/716777480233595313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-to-karaoke-showdown-between.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-7615884263767886846</id><published>2008-10-30T23:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:10:56.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the guitar part is awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-7615884263767886846?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-5360998557629546870</id><published>2008-10-30T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T05:42:52.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my blogsong makes me want to pick up drumming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM CHICKA BOOM BOOM BOOM CHICKA CHICK-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARHERO4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angry angry angry angry angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid shipment dates. *pouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I KNOW. let's play a hand game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hands are tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh right i need to show you guys a vid right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2bc30ddae93a1a5e" 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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make the chair skid to the wall, then i'd jump off the wall and back and make the chair skid backwards again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the phone ran out of memory. XD&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FEATURING- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE STAR: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPPORTING CHARACTERS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICODEMUS&lt;br /&gt;TIMOTHY LU&lt;br /&gt;DANIEL GN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRODUCER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL YIP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIRECTOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL YIP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-5360998557629546870?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2bc30ddae93a1a5e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-1286425263778461701</id><published>2008-10-30T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T01:51:11.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn this is a nice song.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Because You Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring out at the rain with a heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;It's the end of the world in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Then your voice pulls me back like a wake up call&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking for the answer&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see that it was right there&lt;br /&gt;But now I know what I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you live and breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help&lt;br /&gt;Because you live, girl&lt;br /&gt;My world has twice as many stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, I survived, I'm alive again&lt;br /&gt;Cuz of you, made it through every storm&lt;br /&gt;What is life, what's the use if you're killing time&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found an angel&lt;br /&gt;Someone&lt;br /&gt;Who was there when all my hopes fell&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fly, looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you live and breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help&lt;br /&gt;Because you live, girl&lt;br /&gt;My world has twice as many stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Because you live, I live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you live there's a reason why&lt;br /&gt;I carry on when I lose the fight&lt;br /&gt;I want to give what you've given me always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you live and breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help&lt;br /&gt;Because you live, girl&lt;br /&gt;My world has twice as many stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you live and breathe&lt;br /&gt;Because you make me believe in myself when nobody else can help&lt;br /&gt;Because you live, girl&lt;br /&gt;My world has everything I need to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you live, I live, I live&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had band today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS DR LEE'S BIRTHDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the confetti and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after band i stayed back to do octave jumps. you know, from G5 TO G6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh but it's no big deal, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm here listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoorah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-1286425263778461701?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-1969897305459014671</id><published>2008-10-29T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:46:23.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>discussing facebook class photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Peks: coughcoughblackcoughcough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teik: That's not a nice thing to say! Oh yeah. And I became more black today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peks: HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teik: I was in the sun more, so my legs have a more obvious tan line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peks: OMG. That's scary.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-1969897305459014671?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1969897305459014671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=1969897305459014671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1969897305459014671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1969897305459014671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/discussing-facebook-class-photo.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-8187053145640558764</id><published>2008-10-29T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:01:47.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The parties, the music, the dancing, the laughing. The love, the happiness, the attitude. That's life, and you can't deny it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has anyone noticed that rachel bilson and selena gomez look ALIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lazed around today. didn't do nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow i have band till 2. which, you know. rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i have math tuition at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on friday, i'm free, but i have chinese tuition at night and piano tuition in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad, my last chinese tuition with my teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's been teaching me for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, i like two and a half men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN MEN MEN MEN MANLY MEN MEN MEN MEN MEN MEN MEN MANLY MEN, WHOOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN MEN MEN MEN MANLY MEN MEN MEN, MEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be a jingle composer when i grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S GOT CORNS AND OATS AND WHEAT, IT'S THE SWEETEST BREAKFAST TREAT IT'S... MAPLE MAPLE, MAPLE!!!!!!!!!!! LICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll see you guys another time then.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-8187053145640558764?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8187053145640558764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=8187053145640558764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8187053145640558764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8187053145640558764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/parties-music-dancing-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-739583717885228843</id><published>2008-10-27T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:09:53.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>burnin' up! burnin' up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music video is damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T GROW A MOUSTACHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look who's talking, joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOKE UP AT ELEVEN TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to music. probably for the rest of the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's it. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-739583717885228843?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/739583717885228843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=739583717885228843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/739583717885228843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/739583717885228843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/burnin-up-burnin-up-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-3407272959585374653</id><published>2008-10-27T05:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T05:37:49.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AIN'T GOING TA CALIFORNIA NO MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abit disappointed, but heck it. i'm gonna go for prefect camp and band camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, my parents have already gotten me fable, and they're gonna get me guitar hero 4. and i'm gonna move into a new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's there to complain about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me folks rock!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to eug's place today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played guitar hero 3 most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASS ROCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alfred's sick. he's in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played abit of fable (which i've been unable to complete cuz my xbox is screwed up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want english armoured core!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we played cod4. LOL. it was so funny cuz alfred and eug were teaming up against me. and alfred kept killing eug.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene: DON'T SHOOT ME THIS TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred: Okay okay okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(shoots eug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene: WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alfred: What? I was testing out my gun!&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a pretty good day. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. niki huey is hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-3407272959585374653?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3407272959585374653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=3407272959585374653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3407272959585374653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3407272959585374653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-aint-going-ta-california-no-more-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-3328586106475196016</id><published>2008-10-26T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T05:58:27.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We're leaving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;damn i love that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, niki huey is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRAHHH my two favourite models in the world are both 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bette franke and niki huey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*goes insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church today. i actually forgot it was hiv awareness day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i came thinking there was life group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister stayed upstairs learning how to play the drums with the worship team, and then i went down to PAINT FOR HIV AWARENESS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drew that funky thing down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that me joseph andrew gabriel and colin went up to play bluff and dai di.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joseph rocks at card games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fudge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to funan where we found out---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------EMO AND ANGRY.-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT.... SNIFFLE... GUITAR HERO 4 DOESN'T... SNIFFLE.... COME OUT... SNIFFLE..... TILL... T...T....T....TW...TWO WEEKS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------/EMO AND ANGRY----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i told eugene and he... was unwilling to believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i finally convinced him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we ate at the food court there and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT FIRST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we dropped by siglap (new house).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's about 80% done already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. when it's done it'll look like an ice cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went home and i spent the whole afternoon listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ROCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to eug's tomorrow after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to play GUITAR HERO 3 AND FABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in anticipation for guitar hero 4. world tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO EXXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;erom yli tub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and that's it. YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-3328586106475196016?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3328586106475196016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=3328586106475196016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3328586106475196016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3328586106475196016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-901159623622368361</id><published>2008-10-26T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T03:04:35.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leavin'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recorded by a homosexual. but damn it's a catchy song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby girl I've been watching you all day&lt;br /&gt;Man, that thing you got behind you is amazin&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to take you out and let it rain.&lt;br /&gt;I know you got a man but this is what you should say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell him that I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;Never to come back again&lt;br /&gt;You've found somebody who does it better than he can&lt;br /&gt;No more making you cry&lt;br /&gt;No more gray skies&lt;br /&gt;Girl we flyin' on the G5, G5&lt;br /&gt;And we're leaving never looking back again&lt;br /&gt;So call your shawty and tell him you found a new man&lt;br /&gt;The one that's so, so fly&lt;br /&gt;The one to keep you high&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll be singing all night&lt;br /&gt;Man she's gonna be singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I talk it girl you know I'm gonna walk it out&lt;br /&gt;Man I put my money, money where my mouth is&lt;br /&gt;You're the baddest little thing that I ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna ask you one time if you've got a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell him that I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;Never to come back again&lt;br /&gt;You've found somebody who does it better than he can&lt;br /&gt;No more making you cry&lt;br /&gt;No more gray skies&lt;br /&gt;Girl we flyin' on the G5, G5&lt;br /&gt;And we're leaving never looking back again&lt;br /&gt;So call your shawty and tell him you found a new man&lt;br /&gt;The one that's so, so fly&lt;br /&gt;The one to keep you high&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll be singing all night&lt;br /&gt;Man she's gonna be singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Don't stress, don't stress, don't stress.&lt;br /&gt;Just turn him to the left left left&lt;br /&gt;Don't stress, don't stress, don't stress.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we gone and we gone and we gone&lt;br /&gt;No stress, no stress, no stress&lt;br /&gt;Girl you deserve nothing but the best&lt;br /&gt;No stress, no stress, no stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you need to tell him that I'm leaving never to come back again&lt;br /&gt;You've found somebody who does it better than he can&lt;br /&gt;No more making you cry&lt;br /&gt;No more gray skies&lt;br /&gt;Girl we flyin' on the G5, G5&lt;br /&gt;And we're leaving never looking back again&lt;br /&gt;So call your shawty and tell him you found a new man&lt;br /&gt;The one that's so, so fly&lt;br /&gt;The one to keep you high&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll be singing all night&lt;br /&gt;Man she's gonna be singing&lt;br /&gt;I've been singing all night, night, night, night&lt;br /&gt;Man she's gonna be singing&lt;br /&gt;She gonna be singing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she gonna be singing&lt;br /&gt;She gonna be singing&lt;br /&gt;Oh we gonna be singing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-901159623622368361?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/901159623622368361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=901159623622368361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/901159623622368361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/901159623622368361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/leavin.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-4820622878234147730</id><published>2008-10-26T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T01:24:42.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright! picture time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on the last day of school we had to clear our lockers and take our locks home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is me sitting on my books and paper. bloody moron caught me in mid speech (that's why my mouth is shaped like that). MY EL MUSTACHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQQoO_BMSAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lHrYftqg7FY/s1600-h/DSC00637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQQoO_BMSAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lHrYftqg7FY/s200/DSC00637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261374502575294466" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my books and paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQQnt4eHDuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KXC_SLgHB3U/s1600-h/DSC00638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQQnt4eHDuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KXC_SLgHB3U/s200/DSC00638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261373933881855714" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIV. HUMAN IMMUNO DEFICIENCY VIRUS. YOU BETTA WATCH OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQQnuU2oxNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kLeiy4EfdUw/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQQnuU2oxNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/kLeiy4EfdUw/s200/DSC00639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261373941500921042" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for christ. awwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQQnuinkODI/AAAAAAAAAMk/n7yCUVZ71L4/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQQnuinkODI/AAAAAAAAAMk/n7yCUVZ71L4/s200/DSC00640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261373945195804722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-4820622878234147730?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4820622878234147730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=4820622878234147730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4820622878234147730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4820622878234147730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/alright-picture-time-so-on-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQQoO_BMSAI/AAAAAAAAAM8/lHrYftqg7FY/s72-c/DSC00637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-1902205131176012944</id><published>2008-10-25T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T06:16:33.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>awesome convo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teik wen says:&lt;br /&gt;SUP FONG DAWG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' it's F to the U-N-K to the Y. P to the O-E-T and I'm fly! And the way that we flow on mics is sky high leaving no seats free says:&lt;br /&gt;SUP FONG DAWWWWWG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teik wen says:&lt;br /&gt;homie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' it's F to the U-N-K to the Y. P to the O-E-T and I'm fly! And the way that we flow on mics is sky high leaving no seats free says:&lt;br /&gt;SUP TEIK DAWG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teik wen says:&lt;br /&gt;sup nigga!!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz' it's F to the U-N-K to the Y. P to the O-E-T and I'm fly! And the way that we flow on mics is sky high leaving no seats free says:&lt;br /&gt;look who's talkin' dude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-1902205131176012944?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1902205131176012944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=1902205131176012944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1902205131176012944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1902205131176012944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/awesome-convo-teik-wen-says-sup-fong.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-4192890128894496318</id><published>2008-10-24T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T07:24:57.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Make me strong, it's time to play our cards, DAI DI!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pun on the hi sku music lyrics for the basketball number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the name is FONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ain't wanna rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the name is FONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you ain't wanna sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the name is FONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaken, and stirred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school to return my report card. then watched a bunch of sweaty dudes play softball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for gn and teik (and later, ivan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol showed ivan my awesome card trick where i invert a chosen card from a deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i met up with tai sheng and craggs and we played abit of dai di before becker and ben sim&lt;br /&gt;got to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we waited a while for teik and gn to pack up before we cabbed to cine leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then while we were buying tickets michael and duncan dropped in on us. and we'd already got 11 tickets to see the show (hsm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was okay, except no storyline, super corny. yeah. not my type of show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only paid for the choreography, which i admit was pretty okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol like 10 minutes before we went in i saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dum dum dum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARLY ANN (not really.) and ELIZA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eliza didn't know it was me. but i knew it was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and carly knew it was me, but i didn't know it was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how screwed up is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we also saw thomas and his guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we saw justin chong and his guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we saw softball seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw JOSEPH SIM (who poked me in the stomache the first instant i saw him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i saw alyssa kau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol then we wanted to go play lan, so we went to e2max. michael and duncan met up with us there (they went to watch max payne).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then the rooms were all booked up so we decided to go to cathay to play instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we all went into a lift. UNBENOWNST to us, teik wen went into ANOTHER lift.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Ivan: Eh? Where's Teik Wen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Oh shit. We lost Teik Wen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Teik Wen! Teik Wen! Are you here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Lol. He's so dark we can't see him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: (calls teik wen) Teik Wen? Where are you? (says something over the phone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gn: Give me the phone. (takes phone) Teik Wen? You're in the lift????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(everyone starts laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gn: WE CAN'T SEE YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;walking to somerset mrt.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;Teik Wen: FINALLY! I CAUGHT UP WITH YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: YOU WERE FOLLOWING US ALL ALONG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Eh next time be careful not to press your dark sight button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teik Wen: (gives the pissed off face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: (guards vital areas) SORRY SORRY SORRY!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. just for entertainment. don't get ticked teik wen. you gotta admit that's pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after getting to the mrt we stopped by 7 11 to get some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT SOME NEW CARDS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then a couple of guys got a big gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went to the platform and waited there for my sister and then they all got in to the mrt to dhoby ghaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my sis came after 10 minutes or so with BELLE and JOSHUA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they got off at dhoby ghaut while me and my sis mrted home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had tuition and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. i got LOW stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE GOT THE APPLE BOTTOM JEANS AND THE BOOTS WITH THE FUR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-4192890128894496318?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4192890128894496318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=4192890128894496318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4192890128894496318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4192890128894496318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/make-me-strong-its-time-to-play-our.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-6880815493878584503</id><published>2008-10-23T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T03:08:37.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQBMBge0uBI/AAAAAAAAAME/UseZO6uq_Oo/s1600-h/Last+day....JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQBMBge0uBI/AAAAAAAAAME/UseZO6uq_Oo/s200/Last+day....JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260287953551538194" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of school. CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haiz. to 1.9- you guys rock. i'll never ever trade you guys for another more gay, retarded, fun, friendly, and sensible class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys have made my first secondary school year better than any other year of my primary school life. i never remember being so happy, ever. see you guys next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for keith, my heart goes out to you. i know that, though you say that it doesn't matter, you will do perfectly well in 2.4 stick it to 'em keith. you're a great friend- and an even greater influence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for michael, we tried. you tried. but if it's not going to fly, i just want you to know that we'll still see you at lunch, and we'll still be friends no matter where we are. i don't care how much of a lim peh you are. you rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*raises sprite. cheers to 1 oh 9.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-6880815493878584503?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6880815493878584503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=6880815493878584503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6880815493878584503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6880815493878584503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SQBMBge0uBI/AAAAAAAAAME/UseZO6uq_Oo/s72-c/Last+day....JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-2507213673570134373</id><published>2008-10-22T06:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T03:43:49.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE END OF THE YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the cliques that i'm in cahoots with (does pervy eyebrow quirk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO THE 1.9 CLIQUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i had a couple of issues at the beginning of the year. i'm glad that you guys never left me. never said 'dude that guy's emo let's stay away'. thanks. special thanks goes to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;davin chua, who's perky pervness makes me smile everyday.&lt;br /&gt;teik wen, who is one of the supporting pillars of my school life.&lt;br /&gt;zechariah, who runs almost all of my errands for me (i'm really really in debt to you)&lt;br /&gt;timothy lu, who's presence makes me feel all the more a part of something.&lt;br /&gt;keith, who's kind words help me through everyday.&lt;br /&gt;and weiliang, who's emoness balances out my happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have missed you, please feel free to tag and i'll edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO THE BAND CLIQUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;making this transition into (I) Band has been very tough for me, especially because most of my primary school bandmates aren't coming with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joel lee, who i think of every time i think of the band clique.&lt;br /&gt;clara and jie qi, who i love with all the pipes in my horn and more.&lt;br /&gt;justin and caitlin, who keep me connected, at least in some way, to js.&lt;br /&gt;and zach, who i've known since p1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have missed you, please feel free to tag and i'll edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO THE LONGTIME FRIENDS CLIQUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i either see you guys every week but never get a chance to talk to you, or hardly ever see you, and never get a chance to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alfred, who i had some issues with, but now we've both grown (or at least i think so. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;cara, who thinks i'm sexy (smart is sexy). HAHAHAHAHAHA. joking.&lt;br /&gt;colin, who is always there, whether i like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;reuben, who, half the time, i don't know what he's talking about (i don't speak soccer. i speak basketball)&lt;br /&gt;conal, who is the constant reminder for me to ALWAYS BE FRIENDLY.&lt;br /&gt;denise, who says i'm a 'stupid boy' but we all know the truth. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;huiping, who is my inspiration for some of my crappy poetry.&lt;br /&gt;jade long, whose aunt i owe the survival of my pinky finger (stupid splinter)&lt;br /&gt;el, who is my partner in our awesome denomination debating duo. bwahaha.&lt;br /&gt;marissa, who i need to take bowling lessons from since my bowling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;michelle, whose mom helped me pass year one (cip hours) and who i hung out with since i was like... well you get it.&lt;br /&gt;and othilia, who unknowingly gives me grey's anatomy quotes from time to time (HAHAHA)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and the person i owe my mental maturity to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have missed you, please feel free to tag and i'll edit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO THE BLOG CLIQUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i've only known you guys this year. to alot of you i'm this random, internet figure that you see drifting around your blog from time to time. time will provide substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reuben, who is our year level hands expert.&lt;br /&gt;nathaniel, who's my mep counterpart.&lt;br /&gt;carly, who is my ego buddy, and my random buddy.&lt;br /&gt;dahlberg, who is my OTHER random buddy.&lt;br /&gt;eliza, who is my magic trick test subject.&lt;br /&gt;and rachel yap, who is my 'life's problems' solving buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have missed you, please feel free to tag and i'll edit.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot has changed from the beginning of the year. i've gotten to know so many more great people that i can walk with, so many new people i can laugh with, i can cry with, i can enjoy life with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray that God strengthens our friendships, because that's the only thing that we'll remember of each other,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's how close we were as fierce, fierce friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-2507213673570134373?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2507213673570134373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=2507213673570134373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2507213673570134373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2507213673570134373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/end-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-2751419516030009623</id><published>2008-10-22T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:45:58.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. won 7 dai di games in a row.&lt;br /&gt;2. played dai di during sectionals.&lt;br /&gt;3. today is a sad day.&lt;br /&gt;4. michael keith and phuan (maybe) are going to 2.4&lt;br /&gt;5. and the rest of us are going to 2.9&lt;br /&gt;6. michael is our charismatic leader (in a positive way)&lt;br /&gt;7. keith is our charismatic keith (in a positive way)&lt;br /&gt;8. phuan might be switching with noel.&lt;br /&gt;9. i waited 25 full minutes for ms ee this evening. from 5.55 to 6.20.&lt;br /&gt;10. i'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;11. i have every right to be angry.&lt;br /&gt;12. but i need to show grace because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a man who had a very rowdy employee. This employee would eat on the job, and hand it late paperwork. Everything that an  employer could deem bad, he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, the man was talking to his wife. His wife told him this: "You need to show the poor man some grace. Tell him what he's doing wrong. And ask him to try to change. Only when he refuses blatently, do you then have the right to let him go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the man continuously said, "I've shown enough grace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks later, the man was charged with fraud. He was sent to prison, and when he got out, he was charged with fraud again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lived to an old age, and died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got to heaven, he stood before God. God handed him a document and a tape. After the man finished reading the document, which contained all the bad things he had done, he watched the tape of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man then began to feel remorse. He felt so sorry that he broke down and wept in front of God, saying, "Please, have mercy on me, Lord!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God looked at him, this poor man, and as he pleaded, the Lord spoke to the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've shown enough mercy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-2751419516030009623?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2751419516030009623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=2751419516030009623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2751419516030009623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2751419516030009623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-1224831639276128669</id><published>2008-10-21T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T03:22:54.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FABLE 2 ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i got fable. that means i have to wait till christmas to get guitar hero 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much today. lol. 'it's a boy girl thing' is the funniest show ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!! errrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda tired. now is even more tiring than before exams cuz i have band and still have tuition. dum diddly dum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay! i shall take a short nap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish I had the most perfect and beautiful words in the world to say to you because if I did I'd say them. I'd tell you how great you make me feel when I'm with you, and how I love that little thing you do with your nose when you smile. But hey, I'm just a dumb jerk. I don't have the right words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-1224831639276128669?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1224831639276128669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=1224831639276128669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1224831639276128669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1224831639276128669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/fable-2-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-7889353576557416916</id><published>2008-10-20T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:13:38.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOYOYOYOYOYYOYOOYOOOOYO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam reward checklist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warhammer tabletop: check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warhammer rulebook: check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar hero 4: HAAAZAHH! sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexy wexy sony w980 handphone: not check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fable 2: christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love my new blog song. feelin' soul musicky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Let it go,&lt;br /&gt;Let it roll right off your shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know,&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is over,&lt;br /&gt;Let it in,&lt;br /&gt;Let your clarity define you,&lt;br /&gt;In the end,&lt;br /&gt;We will only just remember how it feels,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are made,&lt;br /&gt;In these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders,,&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate,&lt;br /&gt;Time falls away,,&lt;br /&gt;But these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;These small hours...... Still remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it slide,&lt;br /&gt;Let your troubles fall behind you,&lt;br /&gt;Let it shine,&lt;br /&gt;Till you feel that all around you,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind,&lt;br /&gt;If it's me you need to turn to,&lt;br /&gt;We'll get by,&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart that really matters in the end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are made,&lt;br /&gt;In these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders,&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate,&lt;br /&gt;Time falls away,&lt;br /&gt;But these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;These small hours still remain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my regret,&lt;br /&gt;Will wash away some how,&lt;br /&gt;But I can not forget,&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel right now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders,&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, these twists &amp;amp; turns of fate,&lt;br /&gt;Time falls away but these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;These small hours, still remain.....yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Still remain,&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders,&lt;br /&gt;These twists &amp;amp; turns of fate,&lt;br /&gt;Time falls away,&lt;br /&gt;But these small hours,&lt;br /&gt;These little wonders still remain.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these twist and turns of fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-7889353576557416916?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7889353576557416916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=7889353576557416916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/7889353576557416916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/7889353576557416916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/yoyoyoyoyoyyoyooyooooyo-exam-reward.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-5951939050391200517</id><published>2008-10-17T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T06:46:50.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RESULTS TIME!!!! (requested by caitlin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;English Language:&lt;/span&gt; 89% (i think i topped the class for this one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Literature:&lt;/span&gt; 88% (this one too... hmmm. not quite sure. maybe not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese Language:&lt;/span&gt; 67% (BOOOOO!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathematics:&lt;/span&gt; 88.8% (good mark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geography:&lt;/span&gt; 84% (good mark)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History:&lt;/span&gt; 58% (still sighs. what a friggin disappointment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life Science:&lt;/span&gt; 77% (and thus, what happens when you mug for life science instead of history.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physical Sciences:&lt;/span&gt; 76% (and he maintains his good physics streak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall percentage:&lt;/span&gt; 80.6% (oh yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Class Position:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;/35. (KAAAAAABLAM BABY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rewards:&lt;/span&gt; Honours Day 2009, Warhammer 40,000 Rulebook and Black Reach Set, Guitar Hero 4, Sony Ericsson W980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked my effin ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god for his kindness through this period and forevermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us obsess about how hot elisha cuthbert is. and megan fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, band test tomorrow, DRLEE arranged for a test, nobody knows if he's still here or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for snyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. next week i'm getting guitar hero 4 when it comes out. is that not awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the les paul one. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh my warhammer assault on black reach set rocks the hell out of my basement. IT WAS EVERYTHING I'VE EVER DREAMED OF AND MORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall listen to eminem now and shower soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i cock my head to the left, and back to the right again, i think of what we'd look like together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-5951939050391200517?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5951939050391200517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=5951939050391200517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/5951939050391200517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/5951939050391200517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/results-time-requested-by-caitlin.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-7138220080362013428</id><published>2008-10-16T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T05:07:49.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't go around breaking young girls' hearts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO CAP! GO CAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm APPLYING FOR CREATIVE ARTS PROGRAMME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT SOUNDS DAMN FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so results are tomorrow. i'm starting to tense up abit, but i have a feeling that i'll do well for at least my english and lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, my itunes library has a new feel. hoorah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, megan fox is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i bought stocks for google and apple on my facebook tycoon app. IT'S DAMN COOL!!!!! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i shall play tycoon now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-7138220080362013428?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7138220080362013428/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-1388963470200621006</id><published>2008-10-15T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T02:59:28.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE THAT THIS IS WRITTEN IN THE VOICE OF A DRUG ADDICT AND IS NOT MEANT TO IMPLY ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into Rehab here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have no money anymore&lt;br /&gt;To buy myself a shot.&lt;br /&gt;My syringe made of glass broke,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry- I got caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Kit-kat, will you find&lt;br /&gt;Around my Chalet's yard.&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;super happy pills&lt;br /&gt;That I eat in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more 'pots' of plants, I have&lt;br /&gt;My profit has hit Zero.&lt;br /&gt;No more customers will buy&lt;br /&gt;From me, this fallen hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more am I married,&lt;br /&gt;At the thought of love I cringe.&lt;br /&gt;No more shall I get the whack&lt;br /&gt;For having heroin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye, I am a dealer.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm slowly turning old,&lt;br /&gt;With no way to escape this,&lt;br /&gt;Into rehab, here we go.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;How's everyone been lately?&lt;br /&gt;Is Dad still in bed?&lt;br /&gt;Send him my regards.&lt;br /&gt;Is my sister still with Ken?&lt;br /&gt;Send her my dearest love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom, I know you hate me now.&lt;br /&gt;I understand your pain.&lt;br /&gt;Your plight is my plight too.&lt;br /&gt;Will you write to me again?&lt;br /&gt;Will you please reply my letter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;I hope this letter becomes of use.&lt;br /&gt;You haven't been replying.&lt;br /&gt;Am I not your son anymore?&lt;br /&gt;About the drugs i was really trying.&lt;br /&gt;Can you ever, ever forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;My attempts have become futile.&lt;br /&gt;As you probably know by now,&lt;br /&gt;And I've given up all hope.&lt;br /&gt;And I've taken my very own bow.&lt;br /&gt;Warden Jeff wants to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mrs. Lim,&lt;br /&gt;John Lim was charged with drug possession.&lt;br /&gt;Put to death by hanging, at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Attached are four long letters,&lt;br /&gt;Which your son had written, and we'd found&lt;br /&gt;that they express his regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-1388963470200621006?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-8236377008808353743</id><published>2008-10-14T04:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T05:02:29.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>immortalizing my song in the spirit of ME (since i'm too sexy), and to lighten up my mood, here is the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M TOO GEEKY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to study for exams, too study for exams&lt;br /&gt;Good grades gonna leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to study for exams, to study for results&lt;br /&gt;Study till it hurts&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too geeky for Harvard too sexy for Harvard&lt;br /&gt;Oxford and Cambridge&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too geeky for your party&lt;br /&gt;Too geeky for your party&lt;br /&gt;No way I'm disco dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mugger you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;I do geometry on my laptop&lt;br /&gt;Yeah on my laptop on my laptop yeah&lt;br /&gt;I do geometry on my laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too geeky for my friends, too geeky for my girl&lt;br /&gt;Too geeky by the bar&lt;br /&gt;And I'm too geeky for my shirt    &lt;br /&gt;Too geeky for the girl of my dreams, how 'bout that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mugger you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;I do geometry on my laptop&lt;br /&gt;Yeah on my laptop yeah on my laptop&lt;br /&gt;I shake my protractor on the catwalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too geeky for my abs, too geeky for my work, too geeky for my milk (carton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I'm a mugger you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;I do geometry on my laptop&lt;br /&gt;Yeah on my laptop yeah on my laptop&lt;br /&gt;I just shake my protractor on the catwalk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too geeky for my *blank, too geeky for my *blank&lt;br /&gt;Can't thing of any thang (thang)&lt;br /&gt;I'm too geeky for the girl, too geeky for the girl&lt;br /&gt;Girl of my dre-eams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too geeky for this song....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-8236377008808353743?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8236377008808353743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=8236377008808353743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8236377008808353743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8236377008808353743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/immortalizing-my-song-in-spirit-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-7108344574661911130</id><published>2008-10-13T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:51:52.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Labels: Hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Welcome to the future.&lt;br /&gt;And the factory of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Where we process human beings&lt;br /&gt;And label them according to feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who wear glasses&lt;br /&gt;And study because they can,&lt;br /&gt;For those who are the meek&lt;br /&gt;We label them as geeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who are abit eccentric.&lt;br /&gt;And love life just because.&lt;br /&gt;For those who we leave alone,&lt;br /&gt;We label them 'weirdos'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who wear labelled clothes&lt;br /&gt;They, themselves, become trends.&lt;br /&gt;For those who discriminate the 'losers'&lt;br /&gt;We label them 'popular'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who hate our factory,&lt;br /&gt;And what we do, in general.&lt;br /&gt;For those who label others in spite&lt;br /&gt;of knowing that it's not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who say they hate 'labels'&lt;br /&gt;Yet they themselves issue prejudice.&lt;br /&gt;For those who should learn to just take it,&lt;br /&gt;We call them 'hypocrites'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chester the Insensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There was a little boy, once&lt;br /&gt;Who lived by the Bay.&lt;br /&gt;He had a little issue&lt;br /&gt;That he struggles with till today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a problem with emotion,&lt;br /&gt;A child who 'dares not speak'&lt;br /&gt;A teenager who says 'Oh, sorry'&lt;br /&gt;An adult who does not weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cannot feel hate or pain&lt;br /&gt;And does not require 'help'&lt;br /&gt;And because his heart cannot break&lt;br /&gt;He breaks others, kills love with his belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does not understand that&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to hear&lt;br /&gt;'Whatever' or 'Yeah I have to go'&lt;br /&gt;From someone you love so dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at him, only to look through him.&lt;br /&gt;As your heart melts to stone.&lt;br /&gt;He takes you by the hand before&lt;br /&gt;He says 'Buh bye, I'm gone'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why his parents gave up&lt;br /&gt;That's why his wife had left&lt;br /&gt;And all that's left is Chester and&lt;br /&gt;He's in a colossal mess.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we never ever ever know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-7108344574661911130?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7108344574661911130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=7108344574661911130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/7108344574661911130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/7108344574661911130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/labels-hypocrite.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-1061323720625736348</id><published>2008-10-13T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T02:32:36.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some old school picture fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's craggs. with his mad hairdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SPMUqMSo7GI/AAAAAAAAALU/-XEWiZ3iC_0/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SPMUqMSo7GI/AAAAAAAAALU/-XEWiZ3iC_0/s200/DSC00619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256567905157966946" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left to right: duncan teik and me. what's that duncan's holding? THAT'S RIGHT! it burns things (he looks like he' s attacking himself. more like teik wen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SPMUqIa6I2I/AAAAAAAAALc/8kogfzK3UvU/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SPMUqIa6I2I/AAAAAAAAALc/8kogfzK3UvU/s200/DSC00621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256567904118907746" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;left to right: becker gn and me. yes i'm the whiteset. lol becker just popped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SPMUq-7EbiI/AAAAAAAAALk/3xNQ862QAig/s1600-h/DSC00623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SPMUq-7EbiI/AAAAAAAAALk/3xNQ862QAig/s200/DSC00623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256567918749314594" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and michael searching for stuff on someone's com (coughcoughnotsupposedtobringcomcoughcough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SPMUq8Y5wlI/AAAAAAAAALs/WAkQ1FZjkYE/s1600-h/DSC00624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SPMUq8Y5wlI/AAAAAAAAALs/WAkQ1FZjkYE/s200/DSC00624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256567918069138002" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's craggs on phuan's ba- WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SPMUwiB1x1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/unYFOuv7QkY/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SPMUwiB1x1I/AAAAAAAAAL8/unYFOuv7QkY/s200/DSC00626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256568014072301394" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh hey and warren got an iphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SPMUq_w4BFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/u2YeoknfxvM/s1600-h/DSC00625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SPMUq_w4BFI/AAAAAAAAAL0/u2YeoknfxvM/s200/DSC00625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256567918974993490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-1061323720625736348?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1061323720625736348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=1061323720625736348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1061323720625736348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1061323720625736348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/some-old-school-picture-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SPMUqMSo7GI/AAAAAAAAALU/-XEWiZ3iC_0/s72-c/DSC00619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-115428812017153153</id><published>2008-10-12T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T06:19:12.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And then I turn into a rude dude." &lt;/span&gt;T-Pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm my cramps are much better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can try a couple of steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch. yeah. shouldn't have done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh... lost the windmill. i can't do it anymore. hurts like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey but i can still do swipe damn awesomely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i rock. uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh uh huh oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still high. i'm just gonna go take a shower, and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tomorrow i'll get a couple of papers back and scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm maybe i'll go to macs at sing poly if BAND would just lay off abit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-115428812017153153?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/115428812017153153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=115428812017153153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/115428812017153153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/115428812017153153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-then-i-turn-into-rude-dude.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-5839337317595531602</id><published>2008-10-10T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:23:02.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>B-E-T-T-E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F-R-A-N-K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(D-U-T-C-H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT MODEL IS THE HO-TEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoorah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the awesome part is she's only 19. WHICH IS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know who she is? HUGO BOSS AD, PEOPLE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just posted to say that. hmmmmmmmmmmm i love chopin. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-5839337317595531602?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5839337317595531602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=5839337317595531602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/5839337317595531602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/5839337317595531602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/b-e-t-t-e-f-r-n-k-d-u-t-c-h-that-model.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-9112530363473283932</id><published>2008-10-10T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T07:16:43.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let's get this party started!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;armoured core is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS... ARE... OVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they ended two days ago, but i've been too busy enjoying freedom to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, the sweet 4 days till monday (when i'll get my mep paper back and realise that i didn't do as badly as i expected. hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to boogie to the oogie till i just can't do it no more at craggs house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where i got cramps on both my calves cuz i didn't stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cuz i fell into the water too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then the next day i went to alfred's duplex with eug to play GUITAR HERO! which is the awesomest game ever in the history of forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoorah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hell. i'm a guitar hero everytime i sleep anyway. (cuz of my wacko dreams, if you've read my blog for a long time, you get the inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't manage to get a photo of me and keith macho posing after we showered at craggs house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( oopid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heroes is awesome btw. i love the good sylar. he plays the good guy and bad guy just as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just i love the bad guy more. he's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Sylar: You're more special than I'd thought. You can't die... and I guess, now neither can I.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spine-chilling.. but for sylar fans like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once it hits november i'm dropping by auntie faith's to get the letter (which SHOULD'VE come out by then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to get my groove on with christina aguilera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRTY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-9112530363473283932?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/9112530363473283932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=9112530363473283932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/9112530363473283932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/9112530363473283932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-get-this-party-started-armoured.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-3591467360364714224</id><published>2008-10-06T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:25:56.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>see? another bearer of the alex name is hot: alexa nikolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e-vry-ba-di dance now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boom..sh...boom! boom...boom...boom! sh....boom! boom..sh...boom! boom...boom...boom! sh....boom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to study for exams.... to study for exams... study till it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ain't gonna fail my exams.. ain't gonna fail my exams... ain't exam's hard enough... to keep me from getting to ib....&lt;br /&gt;uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye-----ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!haaaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(keep ya hands of ma gerl... keep ya hands of ma gerl... keep ya hands of ma gerl...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i'm just lovin life right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just lovin' it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudes... i'm high on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on wednesday when this all finishes i'm going to craggs house to veg in his POOOOOOOOOOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get dunked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AOOOOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna tell you all brothers that i'ma love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;and sista's lemme hear you flow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey cool christina aguilera is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna do something that cara did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chhowies.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chun kit the dude i met for three seconds but will remember for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    cara the girl i went to australia and drew a picture of barney with when i was like three. (it was an awesome pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    carly my ego bud. YOU ME LET'S BE EGO TOGETHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    caitlin my js junior's sister. and my freaky dream bud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    clara my awesomely awesome horn trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    colin ong the weird, water-polo-ball-kicking friend.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;conal lee the tall p6 classmate (damn! he's still taller!)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;denise the p4 and p6 tuitionmate who tortured me at camp when i was p4. (good times)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;dahlberg the person that i like to nudge the most. IT'S FUN TO PISS PEOPLE OFF.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;dom ting the dom ting.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;eliza the thornberry. LOL. eliza the assistant psychiatrist (tell dr shrink to decrease solarmoxyin dosage. i'm starting to finally lose the weird dreams)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;hui ping the girl who rocks my smelly socks off.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;ivan the teik wen's friend's friend. UH... ivan the knuckle punch dude.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;jade long the long.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;jie qi the awesomely awesome horn trainer.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;jessica ho the sarah's groupie. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;joel lee the glasses donning drumstick recepient. (girls dig drummers. damn.)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;jo-el tan the el. el el. el el el.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;justin chong the....uh.... huh.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;keith ng the dude who is my christian juvenile partner in crime. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;lisa the best sister in the whole wide world! (i should get a mug for that).&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;marissa the bowling church queen.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;michelle the person i hung out the most with when i was still in diapers.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;norman the ex-foodie.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;othilia the landlady of the cool white house and the awesome pool. (dang!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peks the zhi xiang.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;rachel yap the emo. (female)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;rachel tan the friend's friend's friend.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;wei liang the emo (male)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;warren seow the horny... uh i mean.... holy... care bear.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;xuan yi the doode. dude.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;zach chua the cannon bearer (dudes... he plays the euphonium. how cool is that? girls dig eupho players.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-3591467360364714224?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3591467360364714224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=3591467360364714224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3591467360364714224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3591467360364714224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/see-another-bearer-of-alex-name-is-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-199442206825325067</id><published>2008-10-04T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T05:10:30.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the pointless feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to be confused with hate,&lt;br /&gt;greed, happiness or envy,&lt;br /&gt;is the feeling that, usually,&lt;br /&gt;is the cause of our misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the monstrosity sweeps us off our feet&lt;br /&gt;and forces us to dance,&lt;br /&gt;in accordance to it's will,&lt;br /&gt;it pushes us into trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you resist the waves of emotion,&lt;br /&gt;the psychotic currents of interest?&lt;br /&gt;trust me, you won't be the last&lt;br /&gt;to think that you've been 'blessed'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's slaves enforce it's control&lt;br /&gt;over the mind and the mental state,&lt;br /&gt;it entices you to believe&lt;br /&gt;that you and her were fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;greed, anger, envy, gluttony,&lt;br /&gt;none of the above.&lt;br /&gt;the pointless feeling i'm talking of&lt;br /&gt;is none other than love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-199442206825325067?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/199442206825325067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=199442206825325067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/199442206825325067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/199442206825325067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/pointless-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-2856940137552277188</id><published>2008-10-03T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T07:19:39.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) physics was tough but do-able. a2.&lt;br /&gt;2) lit was pretty simple. a1.&lt;br /&gt;3) what do you want me to say for lc?&lt;br /&gt;4) i'm coming down with a flu. mild one though. small symptoms like cough, blocked nose.&lt;br /&gt;5) ghost whisperer freaks the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;6) you know how there's the rapid declination theory and the steady state theory of the universe? i think my chinese in on the rapid declination theory.&lt;br /&gt;7) because my chinese tuition teacher is moving back to china. this is it. i'm gonna fail chinese for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;8) i miss having fun. i miss being a moron and just sitting down. just sitting down so i can think (and talk about how awesomely hot acjc girls are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can gather some time now. but i'm gonna use it to sleep. cuz tomorrow morning i have MATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night, guys. pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-2856940137552277188?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2856940137552277188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=2856940137552277188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2856940137552277188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2856940137552277188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/10/1-physics-was-tough-but-do-able.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-4253281164885218995</id><published>2008-09-30T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T06:09:08.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SOIkw0VAKoI/AAAAAAAAALM/BRN7PX--JWc/s1600-h/equinox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SOIkw0VAKoI/AAAAAAAAALM/BRN7PX--JWc/s200/equinox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251800536566475394" 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;br /&gt;alright dudes. how's that look? EQUINOX. don't rip. i signed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mugging geog now. can't talk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-4253281164885218995?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4253281164885218995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=4253281164885218995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4253281164885218995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4253281164885218995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/alright-dudes.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SOIkw0VAKoI/AAAAAAAAALM/BRN7PX--JWc/s72-c/equinox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-3584144780402444025</id><published>2008-09-29T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T06:23:57.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since i'm going cleanup camp after exams (cip hours), i wrote a song (parodied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we clean!&lt;br /&gt;We clean!&lt;br /&gt;We clean up!&lt;br /&gt;We clean!&lt;br /&gt;We clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come as you are,&lt;br /&gt;You're a jani....tar!&lt;br /&gt;The soap's in your pocket and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel alkaline,&lt;br /&gt;running through your pants.&lt;br /&gt;Vein's throbbing fast,&lt;br /&gt;Look like you pissed in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Your pants are long and they're baggy&lt;br /&gt;they help with the cleaning and scrubs? Waterproof!&lt;br /&gt;Where you belong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Raise plungers up in the air and scream!&lt;br /&gt;We're finding the shit,&lt;br /&gt;following the piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we clean!&lt;br /&gt; We clean!&lt;br /&gt; We clean,&lt;br /&gt; We clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows the toilet better than we.&lt;br /&gt;The wetter the mop,&lt;br /&gt;well, the louder it squeaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we clean!&lt;br /&gt;  We clean!&lt;br /&gt;  We clean,&lt;br /&gt;  We clean up!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(We clean!&lt;br /&gt;We clean,&lt;br /&gt;We clean up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (We clean!&lt;br /&gt; We clean,&lt;br /&gt; We clean up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;Finally let it go,&lt;br /&gt;swabbed the floor so clean.&lt;br /&gt;Won't stop the sliding,&lt;br /&gt;'cause we love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not afraid to see,&lt;br /&gt;everything, plus pee.&lt;br /&gt;No more hiding out,&lt;br /&gt;In cubicles, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt; Your pants are long and they're baggy&lt;br /&gt; they help with the cleaning and scrubs? Waterproof!&lt;br /&gt;Where you belong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt; Raise plungers up in the air and scream!&lt;br /&gt; We're finding the shit,&lt;br /&gt; following the piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we clean!&lt;br /&gt;  We clean!&lt;br /&gt;  We clean,&lt;br /&gt;  We clean up!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows the toilet better than we.&lt;br /&gt; The wetter the mop,&lt;br /&gt; well, the louder it squeaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we clean!&lt;br /&gt;   We clean!&lt;br /&gt;   We clean,&lt;br /&gt;   We clean up!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Got the cleaning in our souls,&lt;br /&gt;And it's to clean, we want the most!&lt;br /&gt;It picks us up when we fall down,&lt;br /&gt;It turns our world around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cause we clean!)&lt;br /&gt;Camp Clean!&lt;br /&gt;We clean,&lt;br /&gt;We clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everyday and every night!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we clean!&lt;br /&gt;Camp Clean!&lt;br /&gt;We clean,&lt;br /&gt;We clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And we are gonna do it right!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;  Raise plungers up in the air and scream!&lt;br /&gt;  We're finding the shit,&lt;br /&gt;  following the piss.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cause we clean!&lt;br /&gt;We clean!&lt;br /&gt;We clean,&lt;br /&gt;We clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows the toilet better than we.&lt;br /&gt;  The wetter the mop,&lt;br /&gt;  well, the louder it squeaks.&lt;br /&gt;  (We go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we clean!&lt;br /&gt;We clean!&lt;br /&gt;We clean,&lt;br /&gt;We clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Raise plungers up in the air and scream!&lt;br /&gt;   We're finding the shit,&lt;br /&gt;   following the piss.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Cause we clean!&lt;br /&gt; We clean!&lt;br /&gt; We clean,&lt;br /&gt; We clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows the toilet better than we.&lt;br /&gt;   The wetter the mop,&lt;br /&gt;   well, the louder it squeaks.&lt;br /&gt;   (Here we go!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause we clean!&lt;br /&gt;We clean!&lt;br /&gt;We clean,&lt;br /&gt;We clean up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We clean!&lt;br /&gt; We clean,&lt;br /&gt; We clean up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We clean!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We clean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Clean!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-3584144780402444025?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3584144780402444025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=3584144780402444025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3584144780402444025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3584144780402444025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/since-im-going-cleanup-camp-after-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-1089635006455988768</id><published>2008-09-29T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T06:03:44.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Your mind is clear. Perfect."- &lt;/span&gt;Dasilium- Chaos Sorcerer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... not in the mood to talk. EXAMS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-1089635006455988768?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1089635006455988768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=1089635006455988768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1089635006455988768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1089635006455988768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/your-mind-is-clear.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-4927638481549256819</id><published>2008-09-28T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T05:24:23.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Big black boots, long brown hair... She's so sweet with that 'get-back' stare! I said: Are you gonna be my girl?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so i can successfully do a handstand now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to learn how to do it as a freeze at the end of a windmill. damn it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's tiring as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i know why breakdancers have big big muscles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't go to church today, cuz yesterday i got home at 1.20AM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f1 qualifying. poor alonso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eug is in paddock... but i was seated with my dad at the pit grandstands. they weren't exceedingly good seats. i mean you couldn't even see the cars much (unless we stood up, but that would be very impolite).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, it was a good time to bond with me dad. yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol my mom and sister were seated at turn 1 (which, apparently, were very good seats). and there were these four brit guys (hamilton) in front of her, and all the rest around her were ferrari fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when hamilton crossed as 1st, the brit guys went, "YES!' in that brit accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then massa cruises by with his pole position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then all the ferrari fans start screaming. and the brit guys sink furthur and furthur into their seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm done studying mep. i think gamelan is going to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm...but whatever it is, my practical will pull up my mep grade by alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd just like to take this time to talk about me. what i should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i be a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MUSICIAN (alright pay, but i'll be very very very happy with what i'm doing)&lt;br /&gt;2. DESK JOB CORPORATE LAWYER (incredible pay, but i won't be very very happy with what i'm doing. i'll be happy, and i'll like the rewards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS. I'D JUST LIKE SOME INSIGHT (especially people who've known me for forever) cuz i'm really in a dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's go baby let's go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-4927638481549256819?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4927638481549256819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=4927638481549256819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4927638481549256819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4927638481549256819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-black-boots-long-brown-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-2934532439347902167</id><published>2008-09-26T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:23:36.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this from alot of people's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane: yeah. at first it was pretty cool then subsequent times it was pretty pissing. cuz you know when you wake up there's this big ring of eye shit on your eyelashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean: ARE YOU KIDDING? THERE ARE SHARKS IN THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at school: what, like... physically?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart: that's rhetorical right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair: YES. once in p2, twice in p4, four times in p6. and once today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: dude, i'm cool. i'm not despo. (hint hint... yes i have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails: a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like: it's yellow and it's bright and i think that it's awesomely cold right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you: what, left or right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate: chicken (drools for steak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: couldn't stop scratching at that crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sore throat: i never knew my throat could hurt like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: well if you count the time they glued my head back together because i slammed it against a brick wall, then yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: i forsee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight: a believe in puppy love at first sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics: haven't been on one in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You danced with: davin. (i'm telling you it was totally professional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made you smile: for real? my group members during iso presentation today (which they rocked in, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at: my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like: like? like like? no. but i talked to me best homie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed anyone: i think my lip talent should be saved till later, don't you guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get sick: no. coughed abit. but no. no real sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to an ex: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat: this is a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world: when you know that you've made a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: PEEKABOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed: alot of dust bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you really hate: them folks who can't shut up (and who look like they're asking for a nosebleed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now: 10.25pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-2934532439347902167?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2934532439347902167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=2934532439347902167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2934532439347902167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2934532439347902167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-this-from-alot-of-peoples-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-1319781798220137735</id><published>2008-09-26T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T07:10:24.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The only way to kill hope is to starve it to death. And I'm not letting it go that easy."&lt;/span&gt; Alex in response to the 'How do you think you're gonna do for EOY's?' question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm typing this now because i just spent a good hour on life science (bio). and tomorrow i have nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means i can enjoy (with a little geog and a couple of zuo wen here and there) MY SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg my chinese tuition teacher rocks. he's damn pro at like chinese philo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDES. I WANT TO BECOME A WRITER. seriously can you guys imagine me as a writer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't answer that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got our lit mock papers back. i got 20/25 (which rocks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess how much our dear duncan got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't find the photo... but i have a feeling in my gut that it's somewhere in my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he got 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right people. 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;upon 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's 8/100. EIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he just wrote a couple of lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gn was better. he got 10. he wrote 2 paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how awesome is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean i just chionged it for the last 10 minutes. (further emphasis on how much i rock at lit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMEON IS NOT GOING FOR CAMP!!!! damn. oh well. at least josh is going (he'd better be going. he's mom's the organiser...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those unaware, i go for this awesome end of year camp with my english tuition class (currently my ex-english tuition class).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seriously rocks. like we go hiking, rock climbing, we do heights, and then we have kfc everyday, and it basically just rocks any other camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we (well the dudes in the same class as me last year, anyway) sleep on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in front of the tv at my teacher's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watch soccer til 1am. and it ticks her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol and then all the other more senior ex-best-english-tuition-in-the-world-goers (15 to like... really really old) sleep inside right under the fan and play taitee till kingdom come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm gonna go listen to a couple of songs and i'll see you guys whenever, alright?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-1319781798220137735?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1319781798220137735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=1319781798220137735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1319781798220137735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1319781798220137735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/only-way-to-kill-hope-is-to-starve-it.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-6960799088890577860</id><published>2008-09-24T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T06:32:33.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a) Put your ipod on shuffle mode, then forward to the next song each question. The song title's your answer for that question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Tag five people to do the quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Nike 10k: Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nickname?&lt;br /&gt;STRONGER. yeah baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Right now you feel like:&lt;br /&gt;Stayin' Alive (omg my ipod is like telepathy or something)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favourite thing to do on weekends:&lt;br /&gt;Promiscuous. dammit ipod. just when i thought we were starting to get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;My Love. okay ipod. i love you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favourite subject?&lt;br /&gt;Apologize. wow. i must be some badass dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your friends describe you as:&lt;br /&gt;Complicated. WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. One crazy thing you'd do any day:&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend. hmm... that must mean i like getting dates. that is untrue. (or is it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. One thing you wouldn't do for a million bucks:&lt;br /&gt;Rockstar. (NOOOO. I WANNA BE A FONGSTAR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Age?&lt;br /&gt;Play My Music. ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How broke are you?&lt;br /&gt;Dare you to move. yeah. you talk about my cash one more time i'ma own you stateside yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What if I said, let's go get married in Vegas. Now.&lt;br /&gt;Shut up (Black Eyed Peas). YEAH. SHUT THE HECK UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Religion?&lt;br /&gt;Take it all. God you rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What's your mood like right now?&lt;br /&gt;Summer Love. oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. One bad habit you have:&lt;br /&gt;Inconsolable. hmm. must mean i'm emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. One thing you'd like to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;Hook me up. yeah. my first and my last thought- all about girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The first thing you would buy if you struck the lottery:&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know... I DON'T REALLY TAKE PART IN LOTTERY SHA-DINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Your favourite place to be on weekends:&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Take the Wheel. i guess that means church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you more of a gambler or a dealer?&lt;br /&gt;Clumsy. yeah. i'll be clumsy as both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Define the word "broke".&lt;br /&gt;Crazy in love. that's what love does to you, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Describe the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the name. yo. remember the name yo. it's F to the O to the N to the G. FONG.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-6960799088890577860?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6960799088890577860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=6960799088890577860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6960799088890577860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6960799088890577860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/put-your-ipod-on-shuffle-mode-then.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-1705080136812074201</id><published>2008-09-24T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T06:18:33.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>photo uploadsion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says: 1.9 Kicks Ass: By DC Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SNo9ikopy9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/sw_vmNfunqA/s1600-h/DSC00606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SNo9ikopy9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/sw_vmNfunqA/s200/DSC00606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249575979812768722" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you can't see, it says: ELDERLY WOMAN ROBBED AT SUPERMARKET: BY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MEGAN FOX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SNo9i5iqHFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vr5WGlC0pYA/s1600-h/DSC00609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SNo9i5iqHFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vr5WGlC0pYA/s200/DSC00609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249575985424768082" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SNo9jAbKmKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ogF6wNwiNHo/s1600-h/DSC00610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SNo9jAbKmKI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ogF6wNwiNHo/s200/DSC00610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249575987272390818" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who's arm that is? MINE. yeah. veiny as hell. that's fong's arm. seriously. for real. nobody is as white as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SNo9jYD0uZI/AAAAAAAAALE/u9gNty3g8Jo/s1600-h/DSC00611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SNo9jYD0uZI/AAAAAAAAALE/u9gNty3g8Jo/s200/DSC00611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249575993616939410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-1705080136812074201?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1705080136812074201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=1705080136812074201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1705080136812074201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1705080136812074201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/photo-uploadsion.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SNo9ikopy9I/AAAAAAAAAKs/sw_vmNfunqA/s72-c/DSC00606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-2237990576469182477</id><published>2008-09-22T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:49:53.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Brothers of the 4th Hour, it's time. Quickly, before the light approaches! Raise your flamers, and let the galaxy burn!"- &lt;/span&gt;Occidio Rissal, Chaos Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiatus till the end of eoys. i'll see you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-2237990576469182477?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2237990576469182477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=2237990576469182477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2237990576469182477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2237990576469182477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/brothers-of-4th-hour-its-time.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-3078731579048427264</id><published>2008-09-20T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:56:51.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the grim darkness of the far future&lt;br /&gt;Mankind teeters on the brink of extinction.&lt;br /&gt;There is no time for peace.&lt;br /&gt;No respite. No forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;There is only war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;hey guys. warhammer madness has hit me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i just finished history. damn thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church today was awesome. really felt that god spoke to me about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARHAMMER MADNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna get the collectors rulebook first. then i'll decide which models to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which terrain to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna start WARHAMMERING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna drink water. seriously. damn thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-3078731579048427264?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3078731579048427264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=3078731579048427264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3078731579048427264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3078731579048427264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-grim-darkness-of-far-future-mankind.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-375007074489727960</id><published>2008-09-20T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T06:28:17.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past, present and future.&lt;br /&gt;What lies beyond our grasp?&lt;br /&gt;The realms of space and time.&lt;br /&gt;The worst of them, the most known,&lt;br /&gt;Is the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past was full of problems.&lt;br /&gt;Solved, or too challenging to fight.&lt;br /&gt;The past was full of questions,&lt;br /&gt;with or without answers given,&lt;br /&gt;is a question in it's own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present is like a blanket&lt;br /&gt;Of troubles, and woes and the 'day-to-day'.&lt;br /&gt;Issues that demand ourselves&lt;br /&gt;To sometimes, even if we don't want to,&lt;br /&gt;look the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future? It's a dense fog.&lt;br /&gt;Will we be able to overcome it?&lt;br /&gt;But the question that we should be asking,&lt;br /&gt;Is not whether it's like the past,&lt;br /&gt;But if we will even see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time. Time. Time.&lt;br /&gt;The astonishing word that has our tongues.&lt;br /&gt;The mysteriously spellbinding topic is:&lt;br /&gt;Time. Time. Time.&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough to just say it once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                          Alex Fong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-375007074489727960?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/375007074489727960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=375007074489727960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/375007074489727960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/375007074489727960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/time.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-9060726449685663216</id><published>2008-09-19T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T23:59:59.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can't stop staring at my calender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says: t...t...t...t...twelve days to eoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr.. heh. 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please lord. not 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. is it getting hot in here or is it me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. i think it's the air conditioner. i mean it hasn't been this warm for a while. it's either outside or-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh butterbiscuits. it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i not prepared? nope. i'm prepared. i'm good. i'm alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am. yes. i know you're getting bored of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is Alex ranting about how hot his room is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good question. i will keep that question in a secret folder marked 'secret'. everybody knows that that's the most secret folder ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. let's talk about cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's talk about cookies and milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i freaking out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not freaking out. i just think that when the day comes, i'll faint. that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i wanna take official breakdancing classes instead of just learning from youtube. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you know there's a godtube? that's cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i deleted all the games from my com and installed avg. everybody knows that's the best FREE antivirus program there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel safe. and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to play xbox now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom went out for an errand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i change my skin? i think i should. i mean, it get's kinda irritating since there are no archives. yeah. why the heck aren't there any archives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's odd, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a happy saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-9060726449685663216?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/9060726449685663216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=9060726449685663216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/9060726449685663216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/9060726449685663216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-stop-staring-at-my-calender.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-4099536423915287634</id><published>2008-09-18T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T06:12:04.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In Texas they lynch Negroes. My teammates and I saw a man strung up by his neck and set on fire. We drove through a lynch mob, pressed our faces against the floorboard. I looked at my teammates. I saw the fear in their eyes and, worse, the shame. What was this Negro's crime that he should be hung without trial in a dark forest filled with fog. Was he a thief? Was he a killer? Or just a Negro? Was he a sharecropper? A preacher? Were his children waiting up for him? And who are we to just lie there and do nothing. No matter what he did, the mob was the criminal. But the law did nothing. Just left us wondering, "Why?" My opponent says nothing that erodes the rule of law can be moral. But there is no rule of law in the Jim Crow south. Not when Negroes are denied housing. Turned away from schools, hospitals. And not when we are lynched. St Augustine said, "An unjust law in no law at all.' Which means I have a right, even a duty to resist. With violence or civil disobedience. You should pray I choose the latter."- &lt;/span&gt;Denzel Whitaker as James Farmer Jr. in the Great Debaters&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I LOVE THAT SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's damn inspirational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i haven't got much to post about these days. pretty much just preparation for exams and the usual fun we have in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's hopei get a 75% for my eoys. or i'm have to say goodbye to ip next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NERDY DUDE POWERS.... ACTIVATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A brilliant young woman I know was asked once to support her argument in favor of social welfare. She named the most powerful source imaginable: the look in a mother's face when she cannot feed her children. Can you look that hungry child in the eyes? See the blood on his feet from working barefoot in the cotton fields. Or do you ask his baby sister with her belly swollen from hunger if she cares about her daddy's work ethics?"&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-4099536423915287634?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4099536423915287634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=4099536423915287634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4099536423915287634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4099536423915287634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-texas-they-lynch-negroes.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-4452596214897868753</id><published>2008-09-16T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T05:28:07.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey wassup guys. school was great today. i felt great too. just thinking about my future. it made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it then. i'm addicted to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading about investment banking and paul said: so good. thinking about your future already. i prefer to live in the moment, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i told him- and i'm also gonna ask you guys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which do you prefer, a life of happiness or a life of meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't have both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to have a life of true happiness, you need to constantly live in the present, not caring for the past or future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to live a life of meaning, one must wallow grievingly in the past and unceasingly obsess about the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't have both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END EMO SPEECH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uploading school photos now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. this is one of craggs hamsters. damn cute right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SM-ku8qjtCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/L3aqQWLD0ks/s1600-h/DSC00599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SM-ku8qjtCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/L3aqQWLD0ks/s200/DSC00599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246593217375482914" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. this is the day we went out. check this out: adidas header.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SM-ku7MEOKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hG6iQbANd1A/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SM-ku7MEOKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hG6iQbANd1A/s200/DSC00600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246593216979155106" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SM-kvEyHpSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/q-iTo9iPVM8/s1600-h/DSC00601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SM-kvEyHpSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/q-iTo9iPVM8/s200/DSC00601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246593219554682146" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and nike shoes. WTP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. my favourite hamster of all. duncan lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SM-kvR5ZOEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VV1nB9A7Fwg/s1600-h/DSC00603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SM-kvR5ZOEI/AAAAAAAAAJc/VV1nB9A7Fwg/s200/DSC00603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246593223074854978" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. gn got punished by the geog teacher for playing with his sweater. so he had to stand up and put his sweater on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look what he's doing. swinging the sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SM-kvOmtk-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/lMrb1bYqqHU/s1600-h/DSC00602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SM-kvOmtk-I/AAAAAAAAAJU/lMrb1bYqqHU/s200/DSC00602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246593222191191010" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teik wen's seat. LOOK AT HOW MUCH DANDRUFF HE HAS! (lol. just joking. it's holepuncher bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SM-kzYbZF4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3B4_2KQY1_g/s1600-h/DSC00605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SM-kzYbZF4I/AAAAAAAAAJk/3B4_2KQY1_g/s200/DSC00605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246593293547542402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-4452596214897868753?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4452596214897868753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=4452596214897868753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4452596214897868753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4452596214897868753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-wassup-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SM-ku8qjtCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/L3aqQWLD0ks/s72-c/DSC00599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-1070086032499232851</id><published>2008-09-14T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T07:20:11.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with becker, michael, teik wen, gn, duncan and tim lu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A NEW IPOD CASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is leathery and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around for abit. actually, i was on my way home when mom took the wrong exit- alexandra road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while she was driving to find a detour, i told her that the guys went to queensway. and she was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"QUEENSWAY? i can drop you there now, if you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so she does. she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to macs and i was dared to eat a mcnugget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smothered in curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dipped (smothered) in salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it tasted like bullcrap. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freeday!!! nothing, nothing, absolutely nothing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;synonymous with CHURCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which was cool. apparently kit slept at 1++ last night cuz he was watching soccer. pfft. and i got to church later than he did. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about forgiving and forgetting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that my family went to a bedok camp (kopi tiam in the east) to eat. mee rebus rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to see SIGLAP (house that's currently under construction)!!! it's half done. all they need to do is put the roof up, plaster, and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we got us a new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i'm having trouble with the lack of haven. see in my current house i've got this place called 'THE BASEMENT". dudes who've been to my house, you know. it's like. where i held sleepovers, halo parties. iso meetings. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now there's no more private haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobs in disdain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people don't understand my pain! lol. but it's an awesome house lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tomorrow i got school, so i'd better get to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night guys. i'll see you whenever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-1070086032499232851?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1070086032499232851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=1070086032499232851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1070086032499232851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1070086032499232851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/friday-went-out-with-becker-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-5379923002320956157</id><published>2008-09-12T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:58:09.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D...M...C...4... ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is DAMN FUN. too bad exams are coming up though. EOYs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give it all i got. and veg on the couch later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY-&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... oh right we had life science quiz. i got 62% (technically it's 80% since mdm didn't go through chapters 9 and 10 with us) so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i haven't been posting much guys. just really busy (and plus you guys aren't tagging. so no motivation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much is happening in school, everyone's just playing msps (maplestory private server) cuz they're just so damn cheap. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this devil may cry video out. the 'kid' is nero. and the tough guy (hint hint: the sword was stuck inside his chest) is dante. dante rocks. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E1Z46URQmck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E1Z46URQmck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-5379923002320956157?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/5379923002320956157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=5379923002320956157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/5379923002320956157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/5379923002320956157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/d.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-7619286816279233569</id><published>2008-09-10T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T02:43:19.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had swimming today. which was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol justin you rock at changing. strip down to your underwear, then put your trunks over it. then pull out your underwear from the inside. genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we not just wear the speedos to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA. I'M LAUNCHING A CAMPAIGN AGAINST PEOPLE WHO PICK ON GUYS THAT WEAR SPEEDOS. my chest got whacked twice. BULLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today becker was wearing gn's specs. so he was like 'eh i actually look smart leh'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got it on camera.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SMeV1b7LzqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/G9b0wa0woZ8/s1600-h/IMG000008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SMeV1b7LzqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/G9b0wa0woZ8/s200/IMG000008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244325036357832354" 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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are smart, becker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol davin was listening to music with me. I SHOULD BRING MY DOUBLE EARPHONE CABLE. that's damn cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you guys around then. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i got devil may cry 4 today. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-7619286816279233569?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7619286816279233569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=7619286816279233569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/7619286816279233569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/7619286816279233569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-guys_10.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kFCLUFia-3w/SMeV1b7LzqI/AAAAAAAAAI0/G9b0wa0woZ8/s72-c/IMG000008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-8551914271732063629</id><published>2008-09-09T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:15:49.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wussup dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudes wussup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeeah (in that awesome rapping style).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT PLUSHY BED NOW!!! which means that i can now jump on it without the springs getting screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love plushy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUNCAN BROUGHT MCNUGGET TO SCHOOL! it's damn cute. seriously. it's like 3 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. gn was holding the poor hamster in his fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then davin started to paint a picture of gn squeezing the hamster till it exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i did i mime of it. and gn was all... "SO MEAN!!! I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU ALREADY."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gn, dammit it was davin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my music. music rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess jonas brothers aren't THAT bad. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you know that this brit comedian was dissing them about wearing evangelical christian purity rings (with the promise to abstain from premaritial sex) and PARIS HILTON STOOD UP FOR THEM???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARIS HILTON, GUYS. i am pleasantly surprised. good on her. finally she did something worth applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of getting a bass. for real. well if i do well at the eoy... there are a couple of things i'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dawn of War Assault on Black Reach TTG Set.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bass Guitar.&lt;br /&gt;3. 4GB PSP Memory stick.&lt;br /&gt;4. An awesome hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;5. If I get into SNYO, I want the awesome slingbag french horn case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a new ipod screen cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn but i can only have one of the five things up there. DUDES WHICH ONE SHOULD I PICK???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-8551914271732063629?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8551914271732063629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=8551914271732063629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8551914271732063629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8551914271732063629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/wussup-dudes.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-6986265507433486089</id><published>2008-09-08T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T03:34:29.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sudden inspiration. please note that this is not to personally attack anybody. just a completion of what 1.09 started for our key-manager. fang jing you know that i love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fang Jing. (Jenny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a key-man,&lt;br /&gt;Who says he likes keys.&lt;br /&gt;Say he adores them,&lt;br /&gt;But he ignores us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fang Jing, What's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go for recess.&lt;br /&gt;It's in your pocket.&lt;br /&gt;You come back to class,&lt;br /&gt;and say you lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fang Jing, what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep us standing all outside.&lt;br /&gt;Got us going out of our minds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you say you want,&lt;br /&gt;Then you say "Dowan!"&lt;br /&gt;You keep us hanging on. (to the railing)&lt;br /&gt;We're not going off.&lt;br /&gt;Or going in.&lt;br /&gt;Fang Jing, you got us on our knees.&lt;br /&gt;Fan Jing, IT'S KILLING ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need 'your own space'.&lt;br /&gt;And you lock us out.&lt;br /&gt;And then they fine us.&lt;br /&gt;For not returning.&lt;br /&gt;Fang Jing, what's the problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me 'Read between the lines!' (laaaaaaah)&lt;br /&gt;Got us going out of our minds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you say you want,&lt;br /&gt;Then you say "Dowan!"&lt;br /&gt;You keep us hanging on. (to the railing)&lt;br /&gt;We're not going off.&lt;br /&gt;Or going in.&lt;br /&gt;Fang Jing, you got us on our knees.&lt;br /&gt;Fang Jing, IT'S KILLING ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you say you have,&lt;br /&gt;Then you say don't have.&lt;br /&gt;You keep us hanging on. (to the railing)&lt;br /&gt;We're not going off.&lt;br /&gt;Or going in.&lt;br /&gt;Fang Jing, you got us on our knees.&lt;br /&gt;Fang Jing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you say you want,&lt;br /&gt;Then you say "Dowan!"&lt;br /&gt;You keep us hanging on. (to the railing)&lt;br /&gt;We're not going off.&lt;br /&gt;Or going in.&lt;br /&gt;Fang Jing, you got us on our knees.&lt;br /&gt;Fang Jing, IT'S KILLING ME!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me...&lt;br /&gt;Fang Jing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-6986265507433486089?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6986265507433486089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=6986265507433486089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6986265507433486089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6986265507433486089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/sudden-inspiration.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-4868761321264870678</id><published>2008-09-08T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T03:57:10.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You were very liberal with the Mozart tempo. Don't ever do that. Other than that, very good! You demonstrate great musicianship and talent and you show great potential for technical improvement. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All you need to do is practice.&lt;/span&gt;"-&lt;/span&gt;Mr Wong Yoon Foong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. MEP TEST ROCKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i can get 34/40... yeah. that will for sure pull up my mep average for written test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty normal. we assembled in dining hall today. william rocks at saxophone. is tone is damn pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my hair. damn my hair is pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUT EGOISM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHOLD THE BACKGROUND OF MY FAVOURITE DAWN OF WAR CHAOS LEGION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 4th Hour (originally Brothers of the Chasm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"The night is darkest just before the dawn- and that's why that hour is always the longest."-Occidio Rissal (or-see-dee-oh rai-zeal) motivating his Chaos Space Marines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the dark reaches of the future, there lies a force of a slowly spreading interior faction of Chaos. They are Khorne's own blood, formed through the total conversion of a Space Marine Chapter who failed to escape the touch of an Occidio Rissal, Khevin Glory, and Apocalypto. A small armed group, the 4th Hour spread their influence through the eastern fringe of the Milky Way Galaxy. With their hammers of skulls they trudge through the red pulp that once was the iron fist of the Imperium, healing every fallen Space Marine with dark magic, converting them instantly with Khorne's hateful touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally men who cleansed worlds with bolter fire and holy flame in the name of the Imperium's God Emperor, these traitorous murderers haunt the minds of their opponents, relying on the power of the single God of Blood, Khorne. Instead of orbital fire, they mark the battlefield with blood in an insane and almost fanatical honour of their god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their name is a resemblance of the principle it's legion adopts. Khorne grants them the most power just before dawn, the forth or fifth hour of the day, based on the phrase, "The night is darkest just before the dawn." The 4th Hour focus on dark, tainted attacks rather than mere bolter rounds or simple infantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been operating quietly but surely through the very borders of the Tau civilisation. Tau Control Towers put in charge of monitoring these corrupted worlds listen to static, or a strained scream before dropping the connection instantly, prefering not to know what the voice on the other side has to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Ruinous Marine of the Hour is armed with a simple gun. They don dark red, signifying the blood that they have slain, already fused to their armour. With their sheer power their leaders bring down hammers wrapped in chains of unbreakable skulls, fortified by Khorne's hatred, onto their enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting on the lost worlds of Reach and Thordanus, these Chaos monsters combine their ranks to bring utter destruction to the Imperium and to Tau. From the front lines, the traditional Chaos Space Marine is replaced with Core Jump Shock Marines, who leap from the fiery depths of the Immaterium. Backing them up are of course, the Terminators of Well, who wield devastating purple flame and burn their enemies until only their gnashing of teeth can be heard. Armed with booster packs, the Rexus Squads are among the most deadly of aerial Chaos units, bringing the traditional Raptor Squad to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little is known to the followers of this almost unreal denomination, that their leader, Occidio Rissal (rhymes with 'gel'), was actually a sworn disciple of the Greater Good- the nephew of an Ethereal. He has been twisted by the Ruinous Powers, his body twisted into the filth of humanity. He has become half daemon- half man, leading his hunchbacked followers through Tau, taking revenge against his own race, of which he is no longer a part of. His name was originally Thor'Al. Cast out of his Empire as a heretic, he sought the help of Khorne, the Chaos God of Blood. Khorne granted Thor'Al a superhuman body so that Thor'Al could be a part of a race that was not Tau. This was done at a price- for Khorne soon requested Thor'Al to infultrate the Holy Library and burn the Imperium's scriptures in the name of Chaos. Thor'Al, not wanting Khorne to punish him, did as he was told, and donned a Space Marine armour, single-handedly entering the Holy Library undetected and destroying a quarter of religious texts. As Thor'Al journeyed to Holy Terra, in ancient times called Earth, he learnt the language of the Imperium, and renamed himself Occidio Rissal, which meant "The Comic (Comedian) of Slaughter". Today, Rissal leads hundreds of hell-jumping daemons into battle, but not without his two companions, traitors as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Rissal's left hand, stands the dark librarian, Khevin Glory (originally Kevin Glory). He was once a loyal keeper of scripture in the Imperium, but all that changed when Rissal infultrated the depths of the Holy Library, and had Glory stand against the wall, his faith trialed, tested, and failed. Glory leads mere squads of Shock Marines into battle, coming back with more than double the squad size. He recruits in the same manner Rissal did to him, with his two pronged hammer, he nails his opponents to the ground or against a wall, and questions, "Can the Emperor save you now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Rissal's right hand, lurks the shadowy leader, known only by his marines as Lord Apocalypto. He leads his Well Terminators into the fray, and disappears amongst them. As the battle ends rather one-sidedly, his Terminators exit the scene, with dark clouds hovering around them, and with a couple of new intiates trailing in their wake. Yet Lord Apocalypto still remains unseen, at least until they arrive back at the Chaos Temple. Lord Apocalypto speaks telepathically to his daemons through gene seeds, indicating some type of Apothecary like knowledge. Stories passed around by the Terminators tell that Rissal encountered Apocalypto on the fields of battle and sent daemons to surround him, driving the Apothecary insane after killing his entire squad of Terminator brothers. This is why Lord Apocalypto only leads Terminators into battle, and refrains from leading any sort of other troop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rissal's arsenal of renegade skull crushers are winning unknown battles for the cause of spreading the testimony of hatred- and for the sheer pleasure of killing. They are the merciless reavers of Chaos, intent on slaughter and pillage. They are the dealers of tainted bolters and fighters of cursing flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the one and only 4th Hour, terminators of the galaxy, and lords of worlds. Their opponents only hope of survival is to kneel faster than Rissal's hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the day we step up to the world of Terra (Earth), only then shall the Emperor know... Fear."- Lord Apocalypto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-4868761321264870678?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4868761321264870678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=4868761321264870678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4868761321264870678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4868761321264870678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-were-very-liberal-with-mozart-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-9177273263772456662</id><published>2008-09-07T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T06:28:37.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"We rock, we rock on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit camp rock is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lovato demi. lovato lovato lovato!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a camp just for musicians. damn that's gotta be cool. I WANT A CAMP FOR MUSICIANS!!! both rock and classical alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn that's gotta be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well tomorrow is mep prac. hope i don't fail. XD. i'm playing waltz in a-... the song that's on my blog yesterday. dawn of war fever man. dawn of war fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah demi lovato is awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovato lovato lovato!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church today was pretty good. i felt that lionel was talking alot of sense (but the questions were super hard today no?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna attempt to integrate god into everything i do. hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god, please make a rock music camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HASTA LA VISTA guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-9177273263772456662?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/9177273263772456662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=9177273263772456662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/9177273263772456662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/9177273263772456662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-rock-we-rock-on-dammit-camp-rock-is.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-333063912279195636</id><published>2008-09-06T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T07:19:03.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's happening dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lovato demi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a pretty good day. just goofed around alot. i was watching 'glory', which is a show about these black dudes and they were struggling with racism. very touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i downloaded abit of music, and that was it. not much to post about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think jessica alba is hot. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S IT. i will post tomorrow. about church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-333063912279195636?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/333063912279195636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=333063912279195636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/333063912279195636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/333063912279195636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-6745988470732389915</id><published>2008-09-05T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T08:00:34.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kudos to eliza who gave me this awesome idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FONGEVA. Weird ALex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are so what you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna order my cafe mocha-a.&lt;br /&gt;I can see that you like yours black with two sugars but&lt;br /&gt;I just don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time the order it'll come real fast.&lt;br /&gt;We got fongever left&lt;br /&gt;Let them blend what they gonna blend&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I just don’t really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby we are gonna live fongever!&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you all the things that we could do.&lt;br /&gt;All the coffee that we could drink together&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna spend the night with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah with you, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;We could make the night last fongever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve drank it all there is nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let's shift to booze.&lt;br /&gt;The Reds the Whites the Vintages tonight.&lt;br /&gt;We can taste them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you on the ride of your life.&lt;br /&gt;I've got a boat alright?&lt;br /&gt;We can sail till we fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause tonight I just don’t even care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby we are gonna live fongever!&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you all the things that we could do.&lt;br /&gt;All the coffee that we could drink together&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna spend the night with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah with you, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;We could make the night last fongever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets go to the vines&lt;br /&gt;We could just pretend, we could just pretend, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Grapes are what I like.&lt;br /&gt;Wine is what I like, wine is what you like&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on&lt;br /&gt;Just one taste and you’ll want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what your waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby we are gonna live fongever!&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you all the things that we could do.&lt;br /&gt;All the coffee that we could drink together&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna spend the night with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah with you, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;We could make the night last fongever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby we are gonna live fongever!&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you all the things that we could do.&lt;br /&gt;All the coffee that we could drink together&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna spend the night with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah with you, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;We could make the night last fongever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-6745988470732389915?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6745988470732389915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUDDEN INSPIRATION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No Hair&lt;/span&gt;: Weird ALex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm supposed to date with no hair?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should die of disbelief&lt;br /&gt;It's 'cause you took my wig away&lt;br /&gt;Got no wig... it like living in a world with no hair&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;My head won't move, it's incomplete&lt;br /&gt;If there was a way that I can make you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That how do you expect me&lt;br /&gt;To live hairless with just sheen&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my head is bald, it's&lt;br /&gt;Shiny and so hard for it to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm supposed to date with no hair&lt;br /&gt;Can't kiss can't date with no hair&lt;br /&gt;It's how I feel whenever you no air&lt;br /&gt;It's no hair, no hair&lt;br /&gt;Got me out here on the bench that's windy&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I gon' chase after wigs?&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't here I just can't date.&lt;br /&gt;It's no hair, no hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hair, hair&lt;br /&gt;No hair, hair&lt;br /&gt;No hair, hair&lt;br /&gt;No hair, hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried, Applied, Cream, And I pulled&lt;br /&gt;Right off the roots, nothing came true.&lt;br /&gt;There's no gravity to hold my wig down for real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I'm still shining bright&lt;br /&gt;You took my hair, now I am bald&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'm gonna get girls out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you expect me&lt;br /&gt;To live hairless with just sheen&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my head is bald, it's&lt;br /&gt;Shiny and so hard for it to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm supposed to date with no hair&lt;br /&gt;Can't kiss can't date with no hair&lt;br /&gt;It's how I feel whenever you no air&lt;br /&gt;It's no hair, no hair&lt;br /&gt;Got me out here on the bench that's windy&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I gon' chase after wigs?&lt;br /&gt;If it ain't here I just can't date.&lt;br /&gt;It's no hair, no hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hair, hair&lt;br /&gt;No hair, hair&lt;br /&gt;No hair, hair&lt;br /&gt;No hair, hair&lt;br /&gt;No more&lt;br /&gt;It's no hair, no hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm supposed to date with no hair&lt;br /&gt; Can't kiss can't date with no hair&lt;br /&gt; It's how I feel whenever you no air&lt;br /&gt; It's no hair, no hair&lt;br /&gt; Got me out here on the bench that's windy&lt;br /&gt; Tell me how I gon' chase after wigs?&lt;br /&gt; If it ain't here I just can't date.&lt;br /&gt; It's no hair, no hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I'm supposed to date with no hair&lt;br /&gt; Can't kiss can't date with no hair&lt;br /&gt; It's how I feel whenever you no air&lt;br /&gt; It's no hair, no hair&lt;br /&gt; Got me out here on the bench that's windy&lt;br /&gt; Tell me how I gon' chase after wigs?&lt;br /&gt; If it ain't here I just can't date.&lt;br /&gt; It's no hair, no hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hair, hair&lt;br /&gt;No hair, hair&lt;br /&gt;No hair, hair&lt;br /&gt;No hair, hair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-6445025399356095836?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6445025399356095836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=6445025399356095836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6445025399356095836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6445025399356095836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/lol-sudden-inspiration.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-1805175803771119448</id><published>2008-09-04T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T04:16:36.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dudes i just slept for like an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i had this awesomely cool dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY. YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokokokook. this is one of the very few dreams i had in which i actually see grown up dudes faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grown up dudes that are my FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomgomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys were GROWN UP. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the future doesn't have silver jumpsuits, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOKOOKKOKOKOK. this time i didn't know which year we were in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but judging from how we looked, i'm guessing like... we were about 30 something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early 30's la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we were sitting in this western seti. and it was just a bunch of guys. just huddled around a coffee table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were just talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw GN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GN OKAY. GN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his face was longer. and he had less whacky hair. it wasn't as all over the place as it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i saw TEIK WEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he wasn't black. he actually looked tan. just tan. a normal tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not chao ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all laughing. and then i saw my family heirloom, this really really old cupboard with ladro (porcelain figures. people who have been to my house, you know what it is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm guessing that that was my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were popping wine and stuff. i went to the bathroom to wash my hands because we were about to break some bread (i have no idea why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i saw myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30++ me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a 5 o'clock shadow, and when i smiled my skin folded under my eyes. i don't really know how to describe it. and i was wearing contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either that or i went for lasic. whatever. i just wasn't wearing glasses and i could see perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back out of the toilet and we gathered around this old crumpler bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we broke the bread over it before peeling the velcro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we saw everything in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the yoyos, the hard drives, the crumpled worksheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then becker (who looked like a typical ang moh... he was either becker or tim lu lost alot of weight) picked up a textbook and went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember this. BLOODY TRIGO (trigonometry... chim math subject).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we all started laughing. then davin (who was much tanner) gave us his typical 'tsk' look. he furrowed his eyebrows, opened his eyes really big, and then frowned a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eh guys. i liked trigo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then out of the corner of my eye, this really really tall dude who had a mole on his cheek dropped a wine glass, and he was like "oh crap. here fongsta i'll get a cloth. don't step here first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mole on the cheek... the way he said 'fongsta'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARREN.... YOU BROKE MY WINE GLASS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i remember bending down and cleaning the mess up with warren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME EH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-1805175803771119448?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1805175803771119448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=1805175803771119448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1805175803771119448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1805175803771119448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/dudes-i-just-slept-for-like-hour.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-6419759701099684478</id><published>2008-09-02T23:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:21:00.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.roosterteethvideos.com/player/RT_player_ext.swf?file=http://files.redvsblue.com/RvBExtra/6xRockTheVote/RvB_RTV_ElectionNight_LoRes.mp4&amp;episodeNum=RvB: Rock The Vote PSA&amp;episode=Election Night&amp;clicktext=click to play" width="416" height="254" bgcolor="000000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.roosterteethvideos.com/player/RT_player_ext.swf?file=http://files.redvsblue.com/RvBExtra/6xRockTheVote/RvB_RTV_RockTheVeto_LoRes.mp4&amp;episodeNum=RvB: Rock The Vote PSA&amp;episode=Election Night&amp;clicktext=click to play&amp;autostart=false&amp;store=http://www.roosterteethstore.com/&amp;more=http://rvb.roosterteeth.com/"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="000000"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;veto: cancel game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vote to veto= vote to cancel game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-6419759701099684478?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6419759701099684478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=6419759701099684478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6419759701099684478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6419759701099684478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/veto-cancel-game.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-1940430858175401379</id><published>2008-09-02T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T00:49:51.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Prefect washout number 5... please step up! Begin the ridicule!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you guys can see, alexander fong has officially washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of prefect camp. and out of the prefectorial board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just couldn't take it anymore. but at least i took home some really nice life lessons, and a throbbing gastric pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we got there in the morning at 7am. then we were told to get into push up position, which in their words, is "KNOCK IT DOWN!!! KNOCK IT DOWN NOW!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this really hoarse voice. we got yelled at for every single thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all acsi dudes: appreciate the floor you step on... before you have to put your hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can show you guys how callous my hands are. we pounded them on the hard gravel floor over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the middle of the night as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were woken up twice last night, and i only got 3 hours of sleep. the second time we woke up, we had to carry down our instructors (year 3 and 2 prefects).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down five storeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had to make sure that we got downstairs in 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine that. you take 20 seconds to get up, 20 seconds to get to the staircase, and 10 seconds to realise that you gotta carry some dude down the stairs. how much time does that leave you to actually get the job done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ib kids- appreciate your bus bay. because we had to do pushups on that gravel floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the amphitheater as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to endure a gastric pain for about 2 hours before i couldn't take it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i still have a chance of becoming a prefect, but they're incredibly low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can swing either way now. but i know that i might not be fully ready to take up the responsibilities and sacrifices that come with that shiny prefect badge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great holiday guys (clutches stomache in pain)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-1940430858175401379?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/1940430858175401379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=1940430858175401379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1940430858175401379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/1940430858175401379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/09/prefect-washout-number-5.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-2736893594852382401</id><published>2008-08-31T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T06:38:01.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today i didn't go to church.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;i will be going to prefects camp tomorrow. which is going to be a blast (note sarcasm).&lt;br /&gt;they say that they wake you up in the middle of the night just to do push-ups. or run around the track chanting some insane line over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like: i'm not tired. i'm not tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or: i don't want to go to bed, sir! i don't want to go to bed sir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again and again. while running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some tribes go through blood initiation. other tribes go through immense pain, or offer burnt offering slain by their own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prefects? oh they're much worse. they do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some say that the to-be-prefects go insane and never ever obey school rules again. others say that they simply aren't the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carpe diem, lads. carpe diem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck on my crazy prefect camp. when i come back, i might be even more daddy two shoes than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or worse. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET READY FOR PREFECT INITIATION!!! see you guys on wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-2736893594852382401?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2736893594852382401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=2736893594852382401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2736893594852382401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2736893594852382401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/08/today-i-didnt-go-to-church.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-3681522877817798685</id><published>2008-08-29T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:21:51.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Three men went to a preparatory institution.&lt;br /&gt;They did chemistry, but&lt;br /&gt;Their eyes were as shifty as a chameleons&lt;br /&gt;They did trigonometry, but&lt;br /&gt;Their minds were unsettling, like a poet's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had choices to make, in their own decisions&lt;br /&gt;And those who woed at them took no notice&lt;br /&gt;Of their passion for writing, their&lt;br /&gt;Sheer joy for the written word.&lt;br /&gt;And the rest? Profanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain, O captain. In truth, what says you?&lt;br /&gt;Who trudges through the murky waters&lt;br /&gt;And sulks under a newton's tree.&lt;br /&gt;Who soars in the skies and marches&lt;br /&gt;Around smartly, every step resounding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a trumpet, a blaring trumpet.&lt;br /&gt;In truth, what says you?&lt;br /&gt;Woe to those who are bound&lt;br /&gt;By the addition of life!&lt;br /&gt;Or the calculation of freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom, equates to poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Prose, Drama, eclecticity&lt;br /&gt;The freedom of expression, not&lt;br /&gt;Melodramatism. A follower, but not a prisoner&lt;br /&gt;Of discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For, in truth, what says the man&lt;br /&gt;Who does not practice the art of the&lt;br /&gt;Written word? What does he do, then?&lt;br /&gt;Simply march around all day, yelling, "No," or "Sit".&lt;br /&gt;Or fusses about them trivial things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In truth, a man must learn to embrace&lt;br /&gt;The bright skies of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Captain, O Captain.&lt;br /&gt;What says you about this?&lt;br /&gt;This... this... mad truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the lovers of the written word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;YOYO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. gn bought a yoyo for me. AHHH!!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead poets society. is an awesome show. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teacher's day today... err... we had like one hour free period BACK TO BACK WITH RECESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we had this retro concert sha-ding. which was cool too. EVERYTIME YOU DO THAT THANG YOU DO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then me, teik wen, gn, becker, and KEITH NG went to alex craggs house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along the way, keith decided to kill me with a pearl from 'pao pao cha' (bubble tea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has a nack for shooting stuff at you in the eye. so he shoots this pearl at me, and i take off my specks to wipe the keith-saliva right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then i accidentally veer onto the road and this car comes along. luckily i put my specks on in time to avoid 'collision'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks keith. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after that my mom brought me to newton, so i too the mrt to bedok rise to see my primary school english tuition teacher (you know, the one who taught me how to get 24/25 for lit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was really happy to see me, and i brought stuff to her for my sister cuz of HAPPY TEACHER'S DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bussed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i got band tomorrow, then straight after that i've got math tuition. great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW IS THE LAST BAND FOR THE MONTH! WHICH MEANS NO BAND EVER AGAIN FOR ONE WHOLE MONTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gnight guys. i hug you guys again when school comes back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-3681522877817798685?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3681522877817798685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=3681522877817798685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3681522877817798685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3681522877817798685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/08/truth-three-men-went-to-preparatory.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-2834543326919241513</id><published>2008-08-27T00:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T00:58:19.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ouch, you cut me real deep just then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gn got hit by a softball. so now he's got luscious lips (they're swelling. ouch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and GN ROCKS AT THE YOYO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turns out mep is not counted in the average, so i got 82.3 this term. i'm getting devil may cry 4 for the 360.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's just term 3. term 4 is 70% weightage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, i do not regret what i last said. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuz i really meant it. for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDES. LET US ALL ENJOY THE UN-EMO ALEX WHILE WE STILL CAN. HAZZAHH!!! (geeky way of saying COOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna cube. XD. i'll see you guys whenever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-2834543326919241513?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2834543326919241513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=2834543326919241513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2834543326919241513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2834543326919241513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/08/ouch-you-cut-me-real-deep-just-then.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-4599277528200524866</id><published>2008-08-26T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T05:28:52.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>something really weird happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got 90 for art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S A HIGH A1. let me recite my history with art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p1: D+&lt;br /&gt;p2: C&lt;br /&gt;p3: C&lt;br /&gt;p4: FAIL&lt;br /&gt;p5: B-&lt;br /&gt;p6: D+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----QUOTABLE QUOTES------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: So anything interesting happened today, son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: I actually got 90 for art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Get outta here... Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Who did it for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: I think it was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Remember what I told you about integrity, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's exactly what my mom said too. and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;errr.... went to kap. then i had lunch there for about 30minutes (i eat slow) and my mom came to pick me up cuz she was in the area and she was going to pick up my sister from malay prelim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-4599277528200524866?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4599277528200524866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=4599277528200524866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4599277528200524866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4599277528200524866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-really-weird-happened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-2594961373501886555</id><published>2008-08-25T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:02:34.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then she's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She roams the streets, aimless.&lt;br /&gt;Without a meaning or a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;She douses flames of love with ice.&lt;br /&gt;And covers the blankets of lonely persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tells you 'It wasn't meant to be'&lt;br /&gt;And disappears into abyss&lt;br /&gt;She takes your hearts and rips them out.&lt;br /&gt;And scares the living daylights out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, 'You were the best thing'&lt;br /&gt;But never returns the ring.&lt;br /&gt;She tells you 'I don't like you'.&lt;br /&gt;But secretly she's longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dark she manages a tear.&lt;br /&gt;When you're lucky you can see her shiver.&lt;br /&gt;You turn to catch your breath, but when you turn back,&lt;br /&gt;She's gone, every last bit of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she get's angry, it's only because she's been wronged.&lt;br /&gt;That I'm sure of.&lt;br /&gt;But what you don't know is that she pleads&lt;br /&gt;And pleads and pleads for a sense of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you finally realise, and go, "Damn"&lt;br /&gt;It's too late, I'm sorry man.&lt;br /&gt;She leaves you a note, she says goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;And then she's gone, into the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the poor people that wait too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-2594961373501886555?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/2594961373501886555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=2594961373501886555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2594961373501886555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/2594961373501886555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-then-shes-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-7467505235296744055</id><published>2008-08-25T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T06:02:00.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Hey guys. I was hired to tell all of you that you're all going to hell. But I mean, hey. That's just me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REW (religious emPHAsis week) TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's all scream and shout for the dude who came to talk to us about faith, and how god in't gonna send us to hell just like 'snap' that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike the other guy who came to tell us, "What's up. Guess what? You're all going to hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i affirmed that i got 90 FOR MATH. which, you know. is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but damn, eug got full. NOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err... oh yeah. free period cuz mrs choo didn't come today. i was playing solitare. sorry i was so dao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's kinda it. and uh... guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;refrain from attacks against me, or anyone in particular on my tagboard. seriously. cuz it's really starting to tick me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-7467505235296744055?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/7467505235296744055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=7467505235296744055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/7467505235296744055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/7467505235296744055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-guys_25.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-3955662621303249409</id><published>2008-08-24T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T07:50:07.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are the better people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the pixels that make up tomorrow's picture.&lt;br /&gt;The plasma that fuels tomorrow's high definition society.&lt;br /&gt;We shape metal into pottery.&lt;br /&gt;And clay into shelters.&lt;br /&gt;Yet we do not know who are our ancestors.&lt;br /&gt;What did they do to help us into&lt;br /&gt;This hellhole we call the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are tomorrow's peacemakers.&lt;br /&gt;War-torn savages with broken lives.&lt;br /&gt;We are oblivious to today, or yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Only concerned for tomorrow's stocks.&lt;br /&gt;Yet we can't treasure our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Taken up by homework and 'recreation'&lt;br /&gt;Or other things, other distractions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the drivers of drifting mechanics.&lt;br /&gt;Quintuple-decker highways, since conventional ones&lt;br /&gt;Can't support the demands of today.&lt;br /&gt;The leaders are stressed.&lt;br /&gt;And we don't care about 'their needs'.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we have hearts?&lt;br /&gt;Or the lessons that history has taught?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the reapers of tomorrow's graveyard.&lt;br /&gt;A dull, damp, 'happy' society&lt;br /&gt;That God can't ignore.&lt;br /&gt;What must we do? Is it too late&lt;br /&gt;To reverse the damage that we've done?&lt;br /&gt;I think not. I think that we still have&lt;br /&gt;A flickering ray of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the 'spontaneous thinkers'.&lt;br /&gt;Who dash past the experiences and live in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Who claim to 'love' and tear ourselves apart.&lt;br /&gt;By guilt? Self esteem? Or perhaps&lt;br /&gt;Revenge. For what? For. What.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we continue to torture ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just look to tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are. We are. The better people.&lt;br /&gt;The people that make the right decisions.&lt;br /&gt;With respect, and dignity, we live in childhood.&lt;br /&gt;And adulthood is littered with happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;We don't need to be 'pixels' or 'plasma', or the 'happy' society.&lt;br /&gt;We were. And always will be.&lt;br /&gt;We are the better people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-3955662621303249409?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3955662621303249409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=3955662621303249409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3955662621303249409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3955662621303249409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-better-people.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-6421023457680018594</id><published>2008-08-24T01:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T01:17:19.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KEIRA KNIGHTLEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;davin's right. keira knightley is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO GET DMC 4 ON 360!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's awesome. seriously. the graphics are like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might get it if i get 80% for t3's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------QUOTABLE QUOTES-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my mom and i were talking about my decision to go to snyo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: I'm gonna pray (actually, 'play'. imitating poor pronunciation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Yes, you should pray about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex: Uh... yeah. I have a basement to pray in, I have a computer I can pray on, and a piano I can pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: OH! PLAY!&lt;br /&gt;----------------/QUOTABLE QUOTES-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like the time when my mom and dad were scouting out kindergartens for my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------QUOTABLE QUOTES------------------&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Principal : Oh, de chirren come here for blekfass den dey pray lor.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum : Oh, pray. I think it's good that even in a non-denominational school, children are allowed and encouraged to practice their own religion.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Principal : Y....eah, dey pray in de garden, pray indoors, and we even got praygroun for dem to pray in.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mum : OH! PLAY!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Principal : Uh, ya, PRAY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---from my sister's blog---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;----------------/QUOTABLE QUOTES-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;REUBEN MOEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you seriously rock at replying sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i sent him an sms at 9.31 last sunday. "You coming?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;three hours later, a 12.06, AFTER lg ended, he replies back. "No, I'm not."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;OBVIOUSLY RIGHT? doh. the same thing happened today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i sent him an sms at 9.33. "You coming?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;he was late. then, after crossroads (youth sermon), he smses me when i'm RIGHT NEXT TO HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"Yea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;REUBEN YOU ROCK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;well i'm gonna pray (like play) now. hmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;maybe abit of psp. or xbox. but not much fun on xbox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;WHAT TO DO... WHAT TO DO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-6421023457680018594?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/6421023457680018594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=6421023457680018594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6421023457680018594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/6421023457680018594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/08/keira-knightley-davins-right.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-3601417912296169282</id><published>2008-08-22T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:52:40.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. devil may cry is damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;2. went to craggs house. XD. i swam with my underwear on.&lt;br /&gt;3. jonathan, shut up about it.&lt;br /&gt;4. i'm serious. it's not funny.&lt;br /&gt;5. stop talking about fongalicious. it's not a giglo ad. it's not tacky. HOW LONG WILL MY GENIUS GO UNNOTICED?&lt;br /&gt;6. super tired.&lt;br /&gt;7. i have band tomorrow. with tutti. and then after that i have math.&lt;br /&gt;8. sian.&lt;br /&gt;9. oh well. at least sunday's gonna be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;10. i got 90 for math. secured 80% average, even if i get 70 for art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-3601417912296169282?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/3601417912296169282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=3601417912296169282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3601417912296169282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/3601417912296169282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/08/1.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-665625202184764090</id><published>2008-08-21T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T05:27:22.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i got 64 for life science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i know guys, you totally owned me. but hell. my average is still 80. so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for art (pray for a2) and math (pray for high a1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still considering going to alex's house tomorrow (you know, since we have a HOLIDAY) to play pool and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duncan, i totally disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CRAGGS!!! GET A POKER TABLE!!! wanna play texas holdem with weiliang. HOLDEM ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much today... just that. oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT OFFERED TO PLAY FIRST PART!!! YES!!! for the first time in a year, i'm finally playing first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgomg... yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's... it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-665625202184764090?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/665625202184764090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=665625202184764090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/665625202184764090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/665625202184764090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-64-for-life-science.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-4265283535607995878</id><published>2008-08-20T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T07:04:19.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For, tree, two, wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen up ya'll, 'cause dis is it&lt;br /&gt;The pack that I'm eatin' is delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fongalicious definition make them girls go loco&lt;br /&gt;They want my photos so they get their pleasures from going to KAP.&lt;br /&gt;You can see me, you can't tease me.&lt;br /&gt;Come at a price, I ain't nice.&lt;br /&gt;I got reasons why I'm ego.&lt;br /&gt;Girls just come and go like speedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fongalicious (so delicious)&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't a stupid pr***.&lt;br /&gt;And if you in denial,&lt;br /&gt;All that crap is my motto.&lt;br /&gt;I deal boxes (fwwwwwam!)&lt;br /&gt;That rids competition (gone, gone)&lt;br /&gt;And they be lining down the hall just to get their bruises treated (for, tree, two, wan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating (i'm hot hot)&lt;br /&gt;Irritating (competition's gone gone)&lt;br /&gt;Irritating (they all want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Fongalicious (ge-ge-ge-ge-ge go die go die)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fongalicious def-,&lt;br /&gt;Fongalicious def-,&lt;br /&gt;Fongalicious def- &lt;i&gt;["def" is echoing]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fongalicious definition make them girls go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;They always claim they know me,&lt;br /&gt;Comin' to me call me Fongyi (Ha! Fongyi),&lt;br /&gt;I'm the F to the O, N, G S T A R,&lt;br /&gt;And plus no other man can put it down like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Fongalicious (irritating)&lt;br /&gt;My body stays real fit&lt;br /&gt;I be up in the gym just working on my six pack&lt;br /&gt;Sir's my witness (PUMP 10!)&lt;br /&gt;competition's gone, gone&lt;br /&gt;And they be lining down the hall just to get their bruises treated (for, tree, two, wan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating (i'm hot hot)&lt;br /&gt; Irritating (competition's gone gone)&lt;br /&gt; Irritating (they all want a piece of me)&lt;br /&gt; I'm Fongalicious (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa- i am pro!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Vamp]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look here, look here, look here.&lt;br /&gt;If you're suicidal,&lt;br /&gt;Don't get near me, serious.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then you will survive.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be pissing, pissing,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be cov'ed with Mamee.&lt;br /&gt;It's so salty, salty,&lt;br /&gt;It'll make you thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FO to the NG, to the S T A R   - damn, it's salty, FO to the NG, to the S T A R   - damn, it's salty&lt;br /&gt;G to the A, to the L I C I O U S, to the G, to the A, to the, to the, to the, hit it Fongstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt; All the time I turn around brotha's gather round always looking at me up and down looking at my (yuck)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say it now - I ain't trying to round up gayers, fonger starer I don't wanna take your sanity.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm coming off just a little bit complacent and I keep on repeating how the girls love me so much&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tryin' to tell, that I can't be treated like clientele&lt;br /&gt;I've got no idea what that means i'm-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook 3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fongalicious (so delicious)&lt;br /&gt; But I ain't a stupid pr***.&lt;br /&gt; And if you in denial,&lt;br /&gt; All that crap is my motto.&lt;br /&gt; I deal boxes (fwwwwwam!)&lt;br /&gt; That rids competition (gone, gone)&lt;br /&gt; And they be lining down the hall just to get their bruises treated (for, tree, two, wan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Fongalicious (irritating)&lt;br /&gt; My body stays real fit&lt;br /&gt; I be up in the gym just working on my six pack&lt;br /&gt; Sir's my witness (PUMP 10!)&lt;br /&gt; competition's gone, gone&lt;br /&gt; And they be lining down the hall just to get their bruises treated (for, tree, two, wan)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irritating(hi, hi, hi, hi)&lt;br /&gt;Irritating(hi, hi, hi, hi)&lt;br /&gt; Irritating(hi, hi, hi, hi)&lt;br /&gt; I'm Fongalicious, ge-ge-ge-ge-ge go die, go die.&lt;br /&gt;I'm irritating(hi, hi, hi, hi)&lt;br /&gt; Irritating(hi, hi, hi, hi)&lt;br /&gt; Irritating(hi, hi, hi, hi)&lt;br /&gt;  I'm Fongalicious, ge-ge-ge-ge-ge go die, go die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;FO to the NG, to the S T A R   - damn, it's salty, FO to the NG, to the S T A R   - damn, it's salty&lt;br /&gt; FO to the NG, to the S T A R   - damn, it's salty, FO to the NG, to the S T A R   - damn, it's salty&lt;br /&gt;G to the A, to the L I C I O U S, to the G, to the A, to the, to the, to the, hit it Fongstar&lt;br /&gt; G to the A, to the L I C I O U S, to the G, to the A, to the, to the, to the, hit it Fongstar&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FO to the NG, to the S T A R   - damn, it's salty, FO to the NG, to the S T A R   - damn, it's salty&lt;br /&gt;  FO to the NG, to the S T A R   - damn, it's salty, FO to the NG, to the S T A R   - damn, it's salty&lt;br /&gt; G to the A, to the L I C I O U S, to the G, to the A, to the, to the, to the, hit it Fongstar&lt;br /&gt;  G to the A, to the L I C I O U S, to the G, to the A, to the, to the, to the, to the, to the...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-4265283535607995878?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4265283535607995878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=4265283535607995878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4265283535607995878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4265283535607995878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/08/for-tree-two-wan-listen-up-yall-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-8360167435442195139</id><published>2008-08-20T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T03:56:56.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going over to Jeff's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hi, honey.&lt;br /&gt;How was work?&lt;br /&gt;Did you get a raise, was there?&lt;br /&gt;Don't give me that face, I'm not letting you&lt;br /&gt;Go over to Jeff's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, darling.&lt;br /&gt;How were the kids?&lt;br /&gt;Did they behave well? Really?&lt;br /&gt;Please, please, please. Please let me&lt;br /&gt;Go over to Jeff's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, why are you late?&lt;br /&gt;You were supposed to be back by eleven.&lt;br /&gt;This always happens! Doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;That's it. It's settled. No more&lt;br /&gt;Going over to Jeff's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the important thing?&lt;br /&gt;This won't happen again, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hey. By the way, next week?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going over to Jeff's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never keeps his promises, Mr Chiatrist.&lt;br /&gt;He always misses dates.&lt;br /&gt;Or gives a crappy excuse.&lt;br /&gt;Like... like... "Honey,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going over to Jeff's"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psy, ol' buddy.&lt;br /&gt;Men gotta do what men do!&lt;br /&gt;Play poker late into the night.&lt;br /&gt;That's primarily the reason&lt;br /&gt;That I go over to Jeff's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Mr and Mrs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I have made my decision.&lt;br /&gt;I'm granting the divorce!&lt;br /&gt;Now if you'd sign below my name, "Psy Chiatrist",&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on my way to my friend Bev's.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the regular feuding couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and for fun. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-8360167435442195139?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/8360167435442195139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=8360167435442195139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8360167435442195139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/8360167435442195139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-over-to-jeffs.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2743830551611024781.post-4738464616226158563</id><published>2008-08-20T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T02:43:48.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DUDES!!! (dudettes) I AM COMPLETELY, 100% NORMAL AND OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M DAMN HIGH. HI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIHIHIHIH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember last term i got 62 for my physical sciences (physics and chem combined)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL I GOT 80 THIS TIME. HHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost to keith though. ---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the important thing is, I MOVED UP THREE GRADES! B4 TO A1!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now my average is 83. even if i get 65 for art, math and bio, i'll still get a 77 average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT 792 SONGS! not enough. i need to hit 5000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiliang, may i raid your ipod, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;4ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are so what you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;Do I gotta spell it out for you?&lt;br /&gt;I can see that you got other plans for tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Size me up you know I beat the best&lt;br /&gt;Tick tock no time to rest&lt;br /&gt;Let them say what their gonna say&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I just don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby we ain't gonna live 4ever&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you all the things that we could do&lt;br /&gt;You know you wanna be together&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna spend the night with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah with you, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;We could make the night last 4ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen it all I've got nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby just make your move&lt;br /&gt;Follow me lets leave it all behind tonight&lt;br /&gt;Like we just don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you on the ride of your life&lt;br /&gt;That's what I said alright&lt;br /&gt;They can say what they wanna say&lt;br /&gt;Cause tonight I just don't even care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby we ain't gonna live 4ever&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you all the things that we could do&lt;br /&gt;You know you wanna be together&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna spend the night with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah with you yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;We could make the night last 4ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets pretend you're mine&lt;br /&gt;We could just pretend, we could just pretend, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;You got what I like&lt;br /&gt;You got what I like, I got what you like&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on&lt;br /&gt;Just one taste and you'll want more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what your waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby we ain't gonna live 4ever&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you all the things that we could do&lt;br /&gt;You know you wanna be together&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna spend the night with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, with you, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;So come with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;We could make the night last 4ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby we ain't gonna live 4ever&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you all the things that we could do&lt;br /&gt;You know you wanna be together&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna spend the night with you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah with you, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Come with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;We could make the night last 4ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2743830551611024781-4738464616226158563?l=iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/feeds/4738464616226158563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2743830551611024781&amp;postID=4738464616226158563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4738464616226158563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2743830551611024781/posts/default/4738464616226158563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iceroadtrucker.blogspot.com/2008/08/dudes-dudettes-i-am-completely-100.html' title=''/><author><name>fongstar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
