<?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-15790224</id><updated>2011-08-30T20:11:25.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100% ray</title><subtitle type='html'>Fuck off if u ain't happy... This is my corner of the cyber space and i can pretty much do whatever i want with it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-4113008856512080986</id><published>2010-12-02T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T21:52:08.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gold Frogman...</title><content type='html'>heh, wan'er got me this watch after seeing me surfing it in the internet for so long... introducing the Casio Frogman GWF-1000G-1JR... yummy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/TPekDOLdNZI/AAAAAAAAADE/A9_DTXEdgnQ/s1600/DSC00968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546081841382765970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/TPekDOLdNZI/AAAAAAAAADE/A9_DTXEdgnQ/s320/DSC00968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/TPekCwAXRKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lOBXkpZtyTE/s1600/DSC00967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546081833283175586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/TPekCwAXRKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lOBXkpZtyTE/s320/DSC00967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-4113008856512080986?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/4113008856512080986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=4113008856512080986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/4113008856512080986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/4113008856512080986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2010/12/gold-frogman.html' title='Gold Frogman...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/TPekDOLdNZI/AAAAAAAAADE/A9_DTXEdgnQ/s72-c/DSC00968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-7701522167879647588</id><published>2010-08-07T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T00:19:39.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tissot T-Touch...</title><content type='html'>Bloody watch... bought it less than 3 years... went back for repair 3 times... cost me $1250 to get it... not worth it... so pissed off... now need another $300 to repair it... think just going to let it sit around at home and not do anything... feeling dam pissed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-7701522167879647588?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/7701522167879647588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=7701522167879647588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/7701522167879647588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/7701522167879647588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2010/08/tissot-t-touch.html' title='Tissot T-Touch...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-655231177247186454</id><published>2009-11-19T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:26:40.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gws Mustang IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405740831923210594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SwUMpVKbiWI/AAAAAAAAACs/XyGT7iynRAE/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, what happened to mustang III was that there was too much throw of the control surfaces. this causes over control and well it crashed on its maiden. lesson learnt, rather have slightly lesser deflection of control surfaces on maiden aircraft. increase deflection if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405740825682512770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SwUMo96iC4I/AAAAAAAAACk/gV3TRFpSZAg/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now Gws Mustang IV. Record breaking. took me just one day to assemble it to flight condition. made used of the firewall from previous aircraft. and baby helped me painted it using acrylic paint. well after coming back maroochydore, went to play at the field opposite the old seletar market. after the first battery, it went well except that i find it flying slightly fast. and then the "one more flight" mentally kicks in. on the second battery, flew the aircraft into a tree which was on the opposite side of the field. the tree was actually sticking out of no where... oh well... recover all the electronics and started building my next aircraft - Zero Fighter!&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/15790224-655231177247186454?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/655231177247186454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=655231177247186454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/655231177247186454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/655231177247186454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2009/11/gws-mustang-iv.html' title='Gws Mustang IV'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SwUMpVKbiWI/AAAAAAAAACs/XyGT7iynRAE/s72-c/IMG_0069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-1101091525188874215</id><published>2009-06-24T00:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:31:47.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gws Mustang II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SkEJ_1wUDvI/AAAAAAAAACc/FCQqv9Xsf5s/s1600-h/IMG_0303%5B2%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350568824658988786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SkEJ_1wUDvI/AAAAAAAAACc/FCQqv9Xsf5s/s320/IMG_0303%5B2%5D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350567401646517618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SkEItAns7XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/l5mvRxTEAfE/s320/IMG_0305%5B2%5D" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350567408249017378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SkEItZN3FCI/AAAAAAAAACE/WEz1Mq_0sB4/s320/IMG_0306%5B2%5D" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to build a custom made firewall instead of the stick which is used to mount the motor which i feel is flimsy. take note that the epoxy glue dries very fast, thus do not waste time applying too much or else the glue will dry without the firewall in place. luckily the firewall offset the motor to the right.&lt;br /&gt;the vertical and horizontal stabiliser are 90 degree to one another and the wing are also inline with the horizontal stabiliser.&lt;br /&gt;the built was more precise with the aileron. rudder was slightly to the left, due to the push rod not bend at the correct place, however problem rectified using trim on the controller. elevator was slightly off between the left and the right due to the hole drill not align, but rectified by just bending the rod.&lt;br /&gt;with the use of dremel tools, more precise holes can be drilled. the firewall can also be easily sand down to a precise fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350567412151212466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SkEItnwN2bI/AAAAAAAAACM/a5NPD4k40Eo/s320/IMG_0315%5B1%5D" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350567414400836274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SkEItwIkYrI/AAAAAAAAACU/bZz6Ex45WdM/s320/IMG_0316%5B1%5D" /&gt;maiden the plane with dad. flew really well and fast. need some down trim and left trim. other than that, able to fly 10mins+ with a 1800mAh 3S1P lipo. CG is at the tip of the wheel well nearer the bamboo stick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-1101091525188874215?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/1101091525188874215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=1101091525188874215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/1101091525188874215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/1101091525188874215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2009/06/gws-mustang-ii.html' title='Gws Mustang II'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SkEJ_1wUDvI/AAAAAAAAACc/FCQqv9Xsf5s/s72-c/IMG_0303%5B2%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-6746104317988828061</id><published>2009-06-14T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:55:47.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gws Mustang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SjUOhIS-rBI/AAAAAAAAABs/ROpFrX2oYdw/s1600-h/IMG_0302%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SjUOhIS-rBI/AAAAAAAAABs/ROpFrX2oYdw/s320/IMG_0302%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347196094897892370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SjUOhHKagAI/AAAAAAAAABk/j9C1IqGzMbU/s1600-h/IMG_0300%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SjUOhHKagAI/AAAAAAAAABk/j9C1IqGzMbU/s320/IMG_0300%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347196094593531906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maiden it myself. first hand launched low wing aircraft. second time i flew it, mid-air collision with another aircraft. mine disintegrated in the sky probably due it made of foam. hm... anyway, time to build another warbird... oh ya, find that it flew too slowly. going to make another faster aircraft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-6746104317988828061?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/6746104317988828061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=6746104317988828061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/6746104317988828061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/6746104317988828061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2009/06/gws-mustang.html' title='Gws Mustang...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SjUOhIS-rBI/AAAAAAAAABs/ROpFrX2oYdw/s72-c/IMG_0302%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-8807896043190591040</id><published>2009-06-14T22:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:57:50.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ST Model Cessna 182</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SjUN6cqaDBI/AAAAAAAAABc/quFMTdRrmBY/s1600-h/IMG_0297%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SjUN6cqaDBI/AAAAAAAAABc/quFMTdRrmBY/s320/IMG_0297%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347195430349966354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SjUN6EY9kEI/AAAAAAAAABU/I1AX_NrQla8/s1600-h/IMG_0296%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SjUN6EY9kEI/AAAAAAAAABU/I1AX_NrQla8/s320/IMG_0296%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347195423834345538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally love this trainer. rolls and loops are easy to execute. but sold it off for $60. Need cash for another plane. could be hand launch, but require runway to land. thus not very convient. hit a jogger before. heh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-8807896043190591040?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/8807896043190591040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=8807896043190591040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/8807896043190591040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/8807896043190591040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2009/06/st-model-cessna-182.html' title='ST Model Cessna 182'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SjUN6cqaDBI/AAAAAAAAABc/quFMTdRrmBY/s72-c/IMG_0297%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-625948008259791849</id><published>2008-08-14T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:31:07.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics - Celebrate Humanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dbG4cGsfB6o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dbG4cGsfB6o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" 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/15790224-625948008259791849?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/625948008259791849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=625948008259791849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/625948008259791849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/625948008259791849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics-celebrate-humanity.html' title='Olympics - Celebrate Humanity'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-2509478934440616024</id><published>2008-08-11T09:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T09:28:52.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Solo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SJ-VZUxMBKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4sjDGLJTp30/s1600-h/IMG_0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233065554332091554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SJ-VZUxMBKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4sjDGLJTp30/s320/IMG_0602.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 04/08/08, a date to remmember. Waited 6 weeks for this.&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/15790224-2509478934440616024?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/2509478934440616024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=2509478934440616024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/2509478934440616024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/2509478934440616024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-solo.html' title='First Solo...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/SJ-VZUxMBKI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4sjDGLJTp30/s72-c/IMG_0602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-4117081735834644730</id><published>2008-01-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:55:17.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's a struggle...</title><content type='html'>Nothing is easy in this world.&lt;br /&gt;If its easy, what makes u think it will wait for u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hanging on, i've learned how to deal with different people.&lt;br /&gt;There is still so much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;At least there is a direction now. A motivation. Hang on RAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-4117081735834644730?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/4117081735834644730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=4117081735834644730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/4117081735834644730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/4117081735834644730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2008/01/lifes-struggle.html' title='Life&apos;s a struggle...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-3060061178606347078</id><published>2007-08-28T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T13:20:55.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Chapter...</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr Ray Shaw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased to inform you that your medical has been cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are scheduling you for the Cadet Pilot training course commencing xxOctober20xx. Briefing will be on xxSeptember20xx at SIA Training Centre at 0845hours. Please confirm whether you are able to join this training course before we foward to you the Employment Contract/Joining Instructions by speedpost to your home address as stated in your application form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rgds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From :&lt;br /&gt;Officer,&lt;br /&gt;DIV SVCS(TALENT MGT&amp;amp;ORG CAPABILITY) (654xxxxx)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-3060061178606347078?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/3060061178606347078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=3060061178606347078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/3060061178606347078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/3060061178606347078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2007/08/next-chapter.html' title='The Next Chapter...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-3309921761683505156</id><published>2007-08-24T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T01:41:47.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing this waiting game...</title><content type='html'>SO SIAN!!!! everyday sleep late, wake up late. cant wait for SIA to start. i mean at least tell us which obs course will we be enrolled in lah?! not helping when gf is so fucking busy with her work. wonder if she will be like this when we get married. that is if we ever get married. she wants to tie the knot at 32 lah. i am thinking will we ever last that long? with the current situation, the future looks bleak. hai... wondering whats the reason behind when people get gf or bf? if suddenly one day there is no more reason, then what to do with the gf? so dumb. the more free i become the more i think. think going to explode soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-3309921761683505156?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/3309921761683505156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=3309921761683505156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/3309921761683505156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/3309921761683505156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2007/08/playing-this-waiting-game.html' title='Playing this waiting game...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-7025107711525864736</id><published>2007-08-20T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T14:22:03.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen this somewhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/RskyFkPlGWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XNuYCuMoepc/s1600-h/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100663124183554402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/RskyFkPlGWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XNuYCuMoepc/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/Rskx3kPlGVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nvLswQnNpMs/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100662883665385810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/Rskx3kPlGVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nvLswQnNpMs/s320/DSC00017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why is it that girls like to take photos of themselves? I dont see alot of guys doing it. Me, i dont even like to take photos because i always look like shit in them. Anyway, both photos are taken using my new sony ericsson W880i phone. heeheehee... finally i have retired the nokia 8250. Hopefully now with my new phone with camera, i will be updating my blog more often and flush out all the unhappy entries below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-7025107711525864736?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/7025107711525864736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=7025107711525864736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/7025107711525864736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/7025107711525864736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2007/08/seen-this-somewhere.html' title='Seen this somewhere...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cw5O6S01oBE/RskyFkPlGWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/XNuYCuMoepc/s72-c/DSC00022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-5475528268296035702</id><published>2007-08-09T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T01:12:11.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/4240/1927/300/z/1723/image-upload-50-738858.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Still, i'm unable to escape from her clutches... Got hurt along the way... surprised how i picked myself up... surprised at how determined i am yet so yielding... I'm so weak... but its not a weakness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-5475528268296035702?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/5475528268296035702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=5475528268296035702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/5475528268296035702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/5475528268296035702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2007/08/seven-year.html' title='Seven years...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-116245628763417167</id><published>2006-11-02T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T16:31:27.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Jobs Stanford Commencement Speech 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1R-jKKp3NA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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2005'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-116105313316510769</id><published>2006-10-17T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T10:45:33.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>舊愛還是最美...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UUx312AC9BY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UUx312AC9BY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/15790224-116105313316510769?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/116105313316510769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=116105313316510769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116105313316510769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116105313316510769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='舊愛還是最美...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-116097196350188047</id><published>2006-10-16T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T12:12:43.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th, 7th and 8th...</title><content type='html'>6th&lt;br /&gt;went drinking with friends... drunk but still conscious... still conscious that u are not here anymore... not lying here with me when i feel most vulnerable... u msg me telling me that u are willing to fetch me if i'm not able to drive properly... still remmember the last time i ask u to come fetch me, i've got a good scolding from u... hai... why the sudden change of concern? it just make me sad... its true, only when u lose something then u will realise how important that someone or something is... well anyway, eventhough i really feel like calling u to come fetch me, but i guess i have to be strong this time... its like either i start now or start later... i guess this is a phase in life... a phase where people grow stronger... things that dont kill me only makes me stronger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th&lt;br /&gt;went out with u... u still look as stunning and attractive as the first day i met u... everytime i see ur smile, it just reminds me of the time it picked me up with i was down in JC... longer hair, older looks, different dress sense, but the same smile... will i be able to find another one in this sea of people? people are just swimming, i dont know where are they swimming to? anyway, i'm happy we had a drink... i'm happy i've known u all these years... 7 years... its the best i've had... what more can i ask for? without u, i could still be in pits... time for me to crawl out myself now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th&lt;br /&gt;slowly, i'm keeping u at a little corner of my heart... like old photographs, i will still take u out from time to time to remind myself of my wonderful teenage life...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-116097196350188047?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/116097196350188047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=116097196350188047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116097196350188047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116097196350188047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/10/6th-7th-and-8th.html' title='6th, 7th and 8th...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-116072677141300817</id><published>2006-10-13T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:06:11.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caramon says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a tribute to the nice guys.. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and !^!@$ing about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is in honor of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support... This is in honor of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern.. This is in honor of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.. This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner... And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world... And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing “serious” between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: “oh, but we’re just friends!” And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should.. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t.. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative &lt;a href="mailto:!^!@$es"&gt;!^!@$es&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as “oh, he’s too nice to date” or “he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me” or “he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!” or the most frustrating of all: “no, it would ruin our friendship.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks.. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever... There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys... You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you... You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-116072677141300817?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/116072677141300817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=116072677141300817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116072677141300817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116072677141300817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/10/caramon-says.html' title='caramon says...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-116067654374611634</id><published>2006-10-13T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T02:10:52.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th night...</title><content type='html'>"when did 'take care' replaced 'i love you'?"... why turn away from what u are feeling? why kill the feeling? or is it already dead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-116067654374611634?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/116067654374611634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=116067654374611634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116067654374611634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116067654374611634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/10/5th-night.html' title='5th night...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-116059218991390460</id><published>2006-10-12T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T02:43:09.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th night...</title><content type='html'>still waiting... and i hope... dont know what to hope for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-116059218991390460?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/116059218991390460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=116059218991390460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116059218991390460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116059218991390460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/10/4th-night.html' title='4th night...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-116050322728490253</id><published>2006-10-11T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T02:04:41.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>third night...</title><content type='html'>Bee Bee &amp; I still miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-116050322728490253?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/116050322728490253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=116050322728490253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116050322728490253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116050322728490253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/10/third-night.html' title='third night...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-116041786597894589</id><published>2006-10-10T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:57:24.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2am...</title><content type='html'>read through all my entries from the first... man, why didnt i notice... u had this feeling since long time ago... all along... i've fail... once again as a bf... thought that this is the only thing that i might get an A in my life... i was wrong... i was forced to drop off the course... therefore i got an Withdrawal... or Did Not Complete... life sux no matter whichever side of the earth the sun is shinning down on... its u all along, its u... its u who are happy that we almost broke off the other time... u came back because u pitied me... i dont need anyone's pity! u are making me feel sick of myself... ARGH!!! i just want to stop thinking about u... stop going through old photographs... stop trying to put my memory in chronological order... stop wanting to remmeber how ur hair smells like... stop thinking about how ur face looked like under the moon light... stop trying to feel how ur skin feels like... stop wanting to hear ur voice, ur laughter, u making urself talk like ur pet, ur footstep... stop my heart from hurting everytime i think about u... stop myself from loving u... i want to stop everything... stop, just stop, just stop, just stop... stop moving, stop breathing, stop hearing, stop seeing, stop feeling... just stop...stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop... stop everything... stop this blog... and delete all my memories... all the pain i'm feeling... just stop... please... make it go away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-116041786597894589?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' 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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-15790224.post-116041315443438125</id><published>2006-10-10T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T00:59:14.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>second night...</title><content type='html'>i still wish u were here... its so sad, so sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-116041315443438125?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/116041315443438125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=116041315443438125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116041315443438125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116041315443438125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/10/second-night.html' title='second night...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-116040451577564215</id><published>2006-10-09T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:35:15.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>useless</title><content type='html'>whats the use of showing care and concern after everythings being done. no use... esp since its u who caused it. stop using other people's phone to call me. stop acting to be toh toh when u called me. i actually dont want to ans the call. i answered because the ring was irritating others in the comp lab. if u talk, talk to me as the person u are and stop hiding behind others, coward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-116040451577564215?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/116040451577564215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=116040451577564215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116040451577564215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116040451577564215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/10/useless.html' title='useless'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-116035319979824749</id><published>2006-10-09T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T08:21:05.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first night...</title><content type='html'>fuck it...&lt;br /&gt;u are so stupid ray...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-116035319979824749?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/116035319979824749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=116035319979824749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116035319979824749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116035319979824749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/10/first-night.html' title='first night...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-116020020364588900</id><published>2006-10-07T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:07:24.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts...</title><content type='html'>"The whole time, smiling on the outside to cover the pain.&lt;br /&gt;But on the inside all he was trying to do was get away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life, what is life... why are we being put here in this earth? why are we the only animals given the gift of intelligence? is it because we are the chosen one to travel to the far ends of the universe? or what? WHAT??? WHY??? whats the meaning of life? to work, eat, sleep and shit? or for some others it also includes sex. Intelligence has given us the ability to think. to create. to ponder. to solve problems. to do soooo many wonderful things. but at the same time, it is also the root of all problems... "why did it happen to me?" " why is it always me?" "does anyone experience what i've gone through or am i the special one?" and one of my favourite "why life is such a funny thing... first he gives u everything... making u feel like a million bucks... then all of the sudden, when u think of the shit that others or those that u see on TV is going through suddenly happens to u." yes my dear friends... one thing i have learned is that when u think u are bad enough, there is someone else in a more definitely more shittier state that u are. problems problems problems... the only domain in which i dont have problems is on the basketball court. once again, the court has become my refuge. the best thing that i can think of other than alcohol and mahjong. since i dont like to waste money on booze because i'm low enough in that aspect. same as in mahjong. i guess that leaves me with bball... funny thing... i think thats the best thing my brother has given... he has introduced me to basketball. basketball is all about balance. balance balance balance... why life is so full of unbalanced shitty stuffs. give me problems but never give me solutions... i need SOLUTIONS... but some problems are not even my problem... they are others' problems and i have to deal with it... WHY? fuck u cheebye... now... all i want to do is to take whatever remainding money that i've got and leave... just leave... go somewhere... as far away as possible. a place where i dont see, hear, smell, touch and most importantly feel anything. hm... wonder where could that be? well, on the bright side... things that dont kill u only makes u stronger... why am i put into such a torture? but its okay... i'm numb... so many scars are on me that i cant feel anything... scars over scars over scars... mend heal mend heal... ops... just broke up with my gf... hm... i guess being a nice bf aint the winning formula... tried and tested... it doesnt work... so all the guys out there? no need being super nice to ur gf. it doesnt work... not at all. oh well, i guess i havent reach the bottom of this pit yet... plenty more of freefalling to go... back to scars... i was just thinking the other day that all these strong emotions are ingrdients to someone's character. if someone's life is all vanila and nice, then whats the point. been through shit then u will know how does shit taste like... and the more u will appreciate the vanilla ice cream. its not like i dont love my gf... i love her... well, i guess its like that with girls... they just cant make up their mind... they hit everything within themselves. dont like to share. dont like to be open. want to deal with everything themselves. inevitably hurting everyone around them, esp those who are close... since they like to play a one-man-game, go ahead then. want to keep everything to urself and be selfish. dont want to share. forget it then. i think i've tried. then again, maybe its my fault. if its my fault, please someone point out to me. so that i wont make the same mistake again. why do girls always leave me? same thing happens to my first gf. super nice to her, then it just happen. haha... have been told since i was young that if u nice to someone, someone will be nice to u. so who will be nice to me? guess not, but its okay. if thats the lesson life wants to teach me, i will accept it. reciprocal rule doesnt apply to relationship. to gf, to friends to parents to everything. "happily ever after", its just a phrase that only happens in fairy tale. it always ends with happily ever after. why? cause thats what with all relationship, fairy tale in the beginning, but in the end, its always the opposite. but with mr disney being so smart, he wouldnt tell stories with sad endings. sad endings just would sell. at least not to kids. kids always like happy endings. yeah yeah... happen endings only happens in story books and movies. maybe thats why i love watching so much. because it gives a feel good feeling. once the movie ends and i step out of the cinema. *POOF* its back to reality. it hits u like a brick. mr reality will once again remind u that now u are back in the REAL WORLD and nice things like that just dont happen in the real world. i get that feeling everytime after i finish the film. suddenly the lights turn on. the cinema aint dark anymore. u can see everything so clearly. rubbish lying everywhere. the girl who is sitting beside u aint as pretty as the actress in the movie. and u urself aint the hero. no matter what u do, u still wont be able to save the world or stop the bad guy. u are just a nobody. just like the other nobodies in the same dark room. i'm still breathing the stinking hazy air. i'm still listening to 50cents rapping about girls boooze and sex... i guess u have to give it to the man who took a bullet in his face and survive huh... if i take a bullet in my face, i wonder will i be as successful as him... mr panda, i think i will go watch ur webcast now... u are really one of the nicest lecturer i've ever come across... for that sir, i will put in effort in ur module. as for digital signal processing... please, dont blame if the student is lazy... if the student dont see a point in ur module, its partly ur fault for not showing him the objective of the module, why? because who knows best other than the lecturers... i guess, if u dont give ur heart in teaching, i dont give my heart in learning... simple as that... no passion teaching produce students who have no passion in learning... in conclusion, dont give much thoughts about what i've said... its just random thoughts in my little brain when i'm doing nothing... plenty more from where that come from... so people, keep going on with ur materialistic and superficial life... chasing girls, cars, money, fame and power... i understand why... its okay... everyone is doing it, why not u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-116020020364588900?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/116020020364588900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=116020020364588900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116020020364588900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/116020020364588900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/10/thoughts.html' title='thoughts...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115981689138056489</id><published>2006-10-03T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T03:21:31.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/DSC03066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC03066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/DSC03069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC03069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;no more toe nail... btw... the auction is still on... can keep as a wonderful relic for years because its made with such good fibres, sure to last longer than the oldest mummy... can use to bluff ur friends too by saying its yours... HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115981689138056489?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115981689138056489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115981689138056489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115981689138056489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115981689138056489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/10/look-mom.html' title='Look Mom...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115978265938512533</id><published>2006-10-02T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:50:59.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toe nail 2...</title><content type='html'>its coming out now its coming out now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC03063.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC03064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody wants to buy my toe nail? going at $1. its very rare to have a toe nail that long u know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115978265938512533?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115978265938512533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115978265938512533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115978265938512533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115978265938512533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/10/toe-nail-2.html' title='toe nail 2...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115971316988153319</id><published>2006-10-01T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:32:49.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bee Bee's birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/Copy%20of%20DSC03058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/Copy%20of%20DSC03058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So handsome... dont u think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115971316988153319?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115971316988153319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115971316988153319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115971316988153319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115971316988153319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/10/bee-bees-birthday.html' title='Bee Bee&apos;s birthday...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115971287505513315</id><published>2006-10-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:27:55.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toe nail...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/DSC03061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC03061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/DSC03059.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC03059.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OUCH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;More photos when its off... somehow its still very stubborn and refuse to drop off... pulling it wont help cause it like the whole meat will come out with it if not done properly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115971287505513315?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115971287505513315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115971287505513315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115971287505513315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115971287505513315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/10/toe-nail.html' title='toe nail...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115797199436735937</id><published>2006-09-11T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:46:02.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit shit shit...</title><content type='html'>Those who know me probably won't believe the things that i'm about to announce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M GOING BROKE ! ! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! I'm going broke and I'm going on a strict money saving mode now. Going to get my money back from all those who still owes me money. Ready or not, here i come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited: Wait, I think I'm already broke... =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115797199436735937?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115797199436735937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115797199436735937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115797199436735937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115797199436735937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/09/shit-shit-shit.html' title='shit shit shit...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115709399625796395</id><published>2006-09-01T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:02:35.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yesterday</title><content type='html'>it feels like its only yesterday&lt;br /&gt;that i first had my lecture in lt7a&lt;br /&gt;raji, jack and sheila... friends that i sat with through all my lectures in year 1 now has gone our own separate ways&lt;br /&gt;feels like its only yesterday&lt;br /&gt;that my gf was only jc1 in AJ&lt;br /&gt;now she is stepping into the society eariler than you mr ray&lt;br /&gt;hey hey hey, stop wasting ur time thinking of words that rhyme with hay&lt;br /&gt;or else those notes and tutorials are gonna make u pay&lt;br /&gt;i think i should stop playing now before its the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;and do some work while i becoming fei2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, my english not bad wah, dont they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115709399625796395?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115709399625796395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115709399625796395&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115709399625796395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115709399625796395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/09/yesterday.html' title='yesterday'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115640439651511071</id><published>2006-08-24T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:26:36.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puzzle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/DSC03054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC03054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jigsaw, 2000 pieces, disney collection from the first ever mickey mouse cartoon to the most recent Heffalump Movie, 102 cm x 73 cm, cost 88 bucks w/o frame, 80 bucks for frame, 3 sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experience, priceless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop, the ultimate 4000 pieces jigsaw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115640439651511071?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115640439651511071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115640439651511071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115640439651511071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115640439651511071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/08/puzzle.html' title='Puzzle...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115471788088726853</id><published>2006-08-04T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T02:58:00.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rims rims rims...</title><content type='html'>aint it a beauty...&lt;br /&gt;18 inch racing hart C4R rims with eagle F1 tires in staggered. in other words, the rear tires are wider than the front. enjoy... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC03031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC03030.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC03033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC03035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115471788088726853?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115471788088726853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115471788088726853&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115471788088726853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115471788088726853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/08/rims-rims-rims.html' title='rims rims rims...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115366191586358094</id><published>2006-07-23T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T21:51:03.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>u are hopeless...</title><content type='html'>i send u to sch to hand things up for ur thesis. i cancel my mahjong session at night and thinking that maybe u need someone to accompany because u didnt sound okay when u called while i was playing basketball. i offer to send ur parents off early in the morning when i know u are not feeling well and hate driving. i drive all the way down to cineleisure just because u wanted to eat popcorns. i buy u macs when i know u haven taken lunch. i offer to fetch u to anywhere for dinner cause i know u have not taken dinner, and all i ask is for u to stay with me in the car while i drive to raffles place to collect a CD. u dont even have to get down, just help me look after then car if there isnt a lot. and i get "but baby i'm watching this show on TV..." and funnily, ur sore eyes will recover when u go meet ur friend in town. all ur illness will recover by tomorrow to go out with ur friends when all i ask is less than an hour of your time and u tell me TV is more important. gee... thanks for all that... i appreciate it... good work and a job well done at pissing me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115366191586358094?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115366191586358094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115366191586358094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115354338635832499?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115354338635832499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115354338635832499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115354338635832499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115354338635832499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh.html' title='oh...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115173957589475291</id><published>2006-07-01T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T15:44:40.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buys fancy cars, big old house with an aligator...</title><content type='html'>today is a good day...&lt;br /&gt;saw 2 yellow lambo and 2 red ferrari...&lt;br /&gt;NAY! BETTER...&lt;br /&gt;cleared ippt and won in catholic high basketball alumni!&lt;br /&gt;WOO HOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;didnt know that tay ping hui was from cat high,&lt;br /&gt;funny thing, his gf also taught me in NUS before... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/1074big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mx5... nice? lightweight sports car... 2 litre engine producing 170 whp... 0-100km/h in 7.9s. best selling roadster in history. paved the way for all those SLKs and Z's and S2000s... current dream car...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115173957589475291?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115173957589475291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115173957589475291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115173957589475291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115173957589475291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/07/buys-fancy-cars-big-old-house-with.html' title='buys fancy cars, big old house with an aligator...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115062416830099236</id><published>2006-06-18T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:24:19.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish list...</title><content type='html'>1. Tissot T-touch. aluminium. cost $998 at DFS after discount. dont know how long the discount is gonna last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/T33_7_788_51.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/T33_7_888_92.png" border="0" /&gt;But i still haven decide which one to get. the one ontop has a matt titanium finish, which i personally prefer. its not as bling as the one below which has a polished titanium finish. in other word, its like those chrome finishes. BUT, i prefer the graphite face of the second watch, more sporty attitude. even the numbering looks better on the second watch. what do u think? both should cost the same, around 1300 before discount. so far, i only found discount for the first watch at 998.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Nokia N80. cost $838 after 2 years contract. have to wait till i finish the contract in three more months and wait till the price drops a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/Nokia-N80-Available-In-March-2006-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;it has wifi, infrared, usb, 3mp camera with flash, miniSD, 3G... and the list goes on... what more can one ask for? i'm currently using a nokia 8250... who else using an older phone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 18 inch O.Z. Ultraleggera rims with matt graphite. cost $2900 after trading in the old 16 inch rims. need to shop around more at Stanford Tyres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/Ultraleggera2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; time to do a makeover for the brunette... this will definitely up its BLING factor...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hm... now where do i get the money?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115062416830099236?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115062416830099236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115062416830099236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115062416830099236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115062416830099236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/06/wish-list.html' title='wish list...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115056285578026814</id><published>2006-06-18T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T00:48:20.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>carrying a ladder around work this morning. ladder hit the ceiling lamp and broken pieces fell onto me, cut my finger and nose bridge. needed 3 stitches... but thats not worst... the worst was not able to catch garfield today... guess its alright...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115056285578026814?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115056285578026814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115056285578026814&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115056285578026814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115056285578026814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/06/ouch.html' title='ouch'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115056225561693080</id><published>2006-06-18T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T00:37:35.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Minor -  Where'd You Go</title><content type='html'>Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Some days I feel like shit,&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wanna quit, and just be normal for a bit,"&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone,&lt;br /&gt;I get along but the trips always feel so long,&lt;br /&gt;And, I find myself tryna stay by the phone,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me when I feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;But I feel like an idiot, workin' my day around the call,&lt;br /&gt;But when I pick up I don't have much to say,&lt;br /&gt;So, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so, Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the place where you used to live,&lt;br /&gt;Used to barbeque up burgers and ribs,&lt;br /&gt;Used to have a little party every Hallowe'en with candy by the pile,&lt;br /&gt;But now, you only stop by every once in a while,&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I find myself just fillin' my time,&lt;br /&gt;Anything to keep the thought of you from my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm doin' fine, I plan to keep it that way,&lt;br /&gt;You can call me if you find you have somethin' to say,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll tell you, I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', at times debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you that I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing "Where'd you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know it's a little fucked up,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm stuck here waitin', no longer debatin',&lt;br /&gt;Tired of sittin' and hatin' and makin' these excuses,&lt;br /&gt;For while you're not around, and feeling so useless,&lt;br /&gt;It seems one thing has been true all along,&lt;br /&gt;You don't really know what you got 'til it's gone,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career,&lt;br /&gt;When you come back I won't be here and you'll can sing it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so, Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone.&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;I miss you so,&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's been forever,&lt;br /&gt;That you've been gone,&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;br /&gt;Please come back home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115056225561693080?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115056225561693080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115056225561693080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115056225561693080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115056225561693080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/06/fort-minor-whered-you-go.html' title='Fort Minor -  Where&apos;d You Go'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115001935007612528</id><published>2006-06-11T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T18:04:20.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tony Rich Project - Nobody Knows</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I pretend that I'm glad you went away&lt;br /&gt;These four walls closin' more every day&lt;br /&gt;and I'm dying inside&lt;br /&gt;and nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;like a clown I put on a show&lt;br /&gt;The pain is real even if nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;and I'm cryin' inside&lt;br /&gt;and nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I say&lt;br /&gt;the things I needed to say&lt;br /&gt;How could I let my angel get away&lt;br /&gt;Now my world is just a tumblin' down&lt;br /&gt;I can say it so clearly&lt;br /&gt;but you're nowhere around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;The nights are lonely, the days are so sad&lt;br /&gt;and I just keep thinkin' 'bout the love that we had&lt;br /&gt;and I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;and nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry a smile when I'm broken in two&lt;br /&gt;and I'm nobody without someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I'm tremblin' inside and nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake it's a quarter past three&lt;br /&gt;I'm screamin' at night as if I thought you'd hear me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my heart is callin' you&lt;br /&gt;and nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How blue can I get&lt;br /&gt;You could ask my heart&lt;br /&gt;but like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn all apart&lt;br /&gt;A million words wouldn't say just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;A million years from now ya knowI'll be lovin' you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow mornin' I'm hittin' the dusty road&lt;br /&gt;gonna find you whereever, ever you might go&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna unload my heart&lt;br /&gt;and hope you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;said when the nights are lonely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-115001935007612528?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/115001935007612528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=115001935007612528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115001935007612528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/115001935007612528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/06/tony-rich-project-nobody-knows.html' title='The Tony Rich Project - Nobody Knows'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-115000711941798075</id><published>2006-06-11T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:05:25.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolving conflicts...</title><content type='html'>after being on this earth for so long. i realise that there is a common tactic that people use to resolve conflicts. i call this "u can do it, so why cant i." this method is reminds me of tai chi, pushing the blame from oneselves back onto others. okay, imagine a son caught smoking by their parents. when confronted, he can say "daddy can smoke so why cant i?" logical? sounds pretty much logical to me. imagine another scenario, a guy caught two timing by his girlfriend. a few years later, his girlfriend decide to leave him because she fancies another guy. when the guy confront her, she defence was "u did this last time, so why cant i do this?" well, sounds logical to me. i bet it sounds logical to u too.&lt;br /&gt;now let me introduce u to another variant of this defence. its called "since now i have done it, u have the license to do it too." example? imagine a guy slept with another girl, the girlfriend found out and confronted him. his defence is simply "since now i have done it, u have the license to do it too."&lt;br /&gt;now, my personal views on these kind of defence. firstly, on the person who produces this defence, he/she simply pushes the fault onto others, thus making others answer for his/her actions. in the end, the problem is still there. the boy will still continue smoking and the relationship between the couple will continue to worsen. secondly, the person has no intention of resolving the conflict, no intention of finding the real solution to the problem, simply finds the easy way out. by giving this sort of defence, he/she is saying that since so-and-so has done it, thus i can do it too, case close. in the end problem still unresolved. luckily i have a counter move for this type of defence. next time if u hear someone using this type of pathetic defence for him/her self, u just reply "then _______ (fill in the name of the person he\she puts the blame on) eats shit, u also eat shit is it?". so please dont use this kind of defence for urself. problems still left unsolved, and spirals downwards.&lt;br /&gt;haha, anyway, does it sound logical to u? maybe it does, maybe it doesnt. anyway, i dont know what i'm talking about. my examples are not real life examples okay? so dont go around speculating.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i'm dam sick of being nice, people will just take u for granted. i cant deal with this shit anymore. if i have to blow, i'll just blow. i wont even care...&lt;div 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conflicts...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114883506371708571</id><published>2006-05-29T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T01:22:37.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same monotonous routine...</title><content type='html'>she said: i love u&lt;br /&gt;he said: i love u too&lt;br /&gt;she said: bye bye&lt;br /&gt;he said: bye bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would rather experience the same monotonous routine with u then a fun exciting life with another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114883506371708571?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114856793991224981</id><published>2006-05-25T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:38:59.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sem 6 results...</title><content type='html'>even basketball doesnt help anymore...&lt;br /&gt;i'm losing it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114856793991224981?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114856793991224981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114856793991224981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114856793991224981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114856793991224981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/05/sem-6-results.html' title='sem 6 results...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114735908294435826</id><published>2006-05-11T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:51:22.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another hair cut</title><content type='html'>today knock off at 6 sharp. thus got time to get another hair cut. this time went to a neighbourhood hair saloon in serangoon central. and i must say, i'm very satisfy with it and it only costs 8 bucks! here look... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it so difficult? here is another pic...&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if anyone staying at serangoon central. the shop is called sissors... or somethings like that... if u are facing the POSB bank, turn left and walk, the shop is on ur left... anyway, they all wear black, so u cant miss them... 8 bucks only! dont go to orchard for some lousy "hair stylist" who cant cut simple hair style for nuts, esp when they charge 30 bucks and gives u crap. i got this feeling that if u ask some professional "hairstylist" to cut something that is not fanciful, they might be offended cause u know. maybe they feel that their "TALENT" is not suppose to be wasted on such simple hair style. what i think, if u cant even cut simple hair style, u cant cut for nuts... so 1 for neighbourhood barber shop and 0 for orchard hair saloon who charge u a bomb and pours u water and wash ur hair but cut like shit and expect u to pay 30 bucks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114735908294435826?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114735908294435826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114735908294435826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114735908294435826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114735908294435826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-hair-cut.html' title='another hair cut'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114727830694321662</id><published>2006-05-10T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:25:07.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eh...</title><content type='html'>its been sometime before i wrote anything here. well, i was kinda busy, with exams and projects. lets see where shall i start. okay, i have exams, the election, my intern, ERP and... and... eh... whatever, maybe it will come back later.&lt;br /&gt;exams. okay. well, incase u dont study in NUS, its over. yeah! and i must say that once again, i dont think i am going to do that well. because... well, i guess there is no one else to blame except for myself. oh ya, i suddenly remembered. for those who know me well, u would know that i'm sorta very competitive in nature and at the same time, i dont like to ask people for help. ya, i dont like to ask, even when i'm desperate. i would rather hand in something that is half done and get a C than ask someone for help which could easily have solved all my problems. but Noooo, i am so thick skin when it comes to this. it makes me feel that i'm very stupid. my mentality is "if he can do it, so can i."well, what has this got to do with exams. well, firstly i want to do well because i'm competitive and i want to prove to myself that i can do it, but on the other hand, i refuse to ask for help. die die i will not ask for help. see. so what happens in the end, i force and push myself until i get all stressed up and almost into a break down. yes, i thought i'm ironman, man of steel, never have i thought that i will break down, but luckily i didnt. things that dont kill u will only make u stronger. how did i find out about this? through the very treacherous ee3208 module. its called embedded computer systems design. dont ever take that module. no matter what, esp if we share the same character. i shall not go into details cause the experience will always be in my head from now on.&lt;br /&gt;next, oh yes. the general elections. i voted for WP because firstly, i believe that the government needs to be balanced and not dominated by just one party. secondly, i voted for WP because they suggests that the amount of salary to be paid to the ministers should be a multiplier of the average pay for singaporeans. which means, if on the average the people are getting paid lesser, then the minister should also be paid lesser. u know, something along that line. my england not good. thirdly, i voted for WP because i feel that during the whole election campaign, pap was just attacking GOMEZ when actually i feel that its just a small matter. an honest mistakes. psp should focus on more the different plans for singapore for the future. stop putting the gomez issue on every god dam front page of the straits time. oh ya, that brings me to the next reason as to why i didnt vote for pap. cause they playing a stinky game. ban all podcast and internet webpages concerning the election. i mean what?!?! then what does the opposition use to reach out to others? the straits times? come on, every tom dick and harry knoes that the government controls the main media in singapore. even the taxi driver knoes that. heh heh heh, luckily i still have this little space in which i can say whatever i want. lastly, i think its very inappropriate that one of our ministers in the pap uses the phrase FIX THE OPPOSITION and use MONEY TO BUY VOTES. i mean come on. if u are so smart, cant u chose ur words carefully? of course unless thats what u have in ur mind, to FIX and BUY VOTES. hai... i hereby declare that i will use my progressive package to buy one bottle of martell at zouk this coming friday. me and my friends will all get drunk and i will turn the Progressive Package into PISS in which i will PEE at the entrance of zouk. hai... got to wait for another 5 years to vote again.&lt;br /&gt;next stop. my intern. doing my intern at quantum automation. their website is qa.com.sg... heeheehee. well, what the company does is to install all sorts of system. aircon system. carpark system. lighting system. security system. blah blah blah... u know, anyway everyday, i will go to singapore labour foundation building and connect wires. tones and tones of wires. why? cause they are upgrading their old system into new system. yupz... so incase u dont know where the fuck is ray. or what the fuck is ray doing? (like u even care. HA!) i've been busy with that. start work at 9am and ends at 6pm, but so far i've been ending 7pm earliest. today i knock off at 845pm. beat that! and i've been taking public transport to and from work. pretty dam proud of myself. well, u might think that whats so great about that? well? i dont care what u think.&lt;br /&gt;next stop. ERP. well, since sometimes i am a road user. i notice something vert funny. why does it always jam just before the ERP. i mean why is there always a jam just before an ERP gantry and the traffic seems smoother after the gantry. dont believe. drive the CTE towards town at around 830am. then u will know what i mean. firstly, u will slow down due to heavy traffic. then once u pass the gantry, everyone seems to be dirving faster. and u find urself start to pick up speed. hm... aint the ERP suppose to curb traffic congestion? then why is there still a jam and why is there a jam only before the ERP. its as though the drivers are saying "well, since i'm gonna pay for it, might as well use it alittle bit longer." or maybe "hm, maybe if i slow down a little, i might just pass the gantry after the ERP hours." well, what can i say, SPEED UP ASSHOLES. THE GOVERNMENT IS GONNA SQUEEZE U EITHER WAY. every morning, there is always a fix number of vehicles that need to travel from north to south. if u install an ERP gantry at CTE, it does not solve the fucking problem because other roads are going to jam because those previously using the CTE will now divert to driving local. anyway, ERP, like the COE, like the GST, like the increase in price of cigarettes like now i have to renew my passport every five years instead of ten and every renewal i have to pay 50 bucks, its just typical government policy. so much so for all the scholars in the government. i wonder how come there aint anyone in the government that can see this? oh ya, cause they are all the same.&lt;br /&gt;lastly, how come there aint any barber or hair stylist that can cut my hair according to what i have in mind? am i speaking a different language? or am i just not artistic enough to be communicating at their level. i just want this... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/Picture%289%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;is it so hard? i told this guy that i want those little boy hairstyle. i want it short and i dont want a hairdo that need wax of gel. just plain normal hair. and he gave me a fucking ugly hair cut that cost $30. dam!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, enough of talking nonsense. going to sleep now. tomorrow is a brand new day for me... hm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114727830694321662?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114727830694321662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114727830694321662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114727830694321662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114727830694321662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/05/eh.html' title='eh...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114669819747460494</id><published>2006-05-04T07:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T07:16:37.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsohg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.casosinsolitos.no.sapo.pt/acidente.wmv" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.casosinsolitos.no.sapo.pt/acidente.wmv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of french kids just driving around late at night. picked up a girl by the streets. asked where is she from. she said that she was killed in a car accident on that street years ago. kids met with accident just as she finishes her sentence. WATCH IT IF U DARE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114669819747460494?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114669819747460494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114669819747460494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114669819747460494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114669819747460494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/05/tsohg.html' title='tsohg'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114637613901461351</id><published>2006-04-30T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T13:48:59.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am totally stressed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/DSC01287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC01287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; totally need to find a place like this. took this picture when i went pulau aur, eh, or is it  tioman? not sure, but i dont mind staying here for the rest of my life. of course i also need a basketball court on this island too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/DSC01286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC01286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just laying back and chill. the sea as far as ur eyes can see. no handphone radiation, no tv, no radio, no high rise building, no traffic jams. just u and mother nature. letting her sooth ur soul. aaahhhh... this is what i call life. too bad my gf doesnt share this same idea. hm... she is more of a city rat whereas i'm a country mouse.&lt;br /&gt;really tired. got another paper on tuesday and a project to hand up on tuesday. revision half way through. project &amp;amp; project report not completed. never have i felt more stressed. is this what i want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114637613901461351?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114637613901461351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114637613901461351&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114637613901461351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114637613901461351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-totally-stressed.html' title='i am totally stressed...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114494085147413893</id><published>2006-04-13T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T22:03:41.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which sports car are u?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;I'm a Porsche 911!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="251" src="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar/images/911.jpg" width="415" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have a classic style, but you're up-to-date with the latest technology. You're ambitious, competitive, and you love to win. Performance, precision, and prestige - you're one of the elite,and you know it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah biang, how come 911? dont care. must get either lambo or S2000... tbc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114494085147413893?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114494085147413893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114494085147413893&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114494085147413893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114494085147413893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/04/which-sports-car-are-u.html' title='Which sports car are u?'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114482188062305922</id><published>2006-04-12T13:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T14:04:40.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>printer cartridge part 2</title><content type='html'>cut everything short. the boss is a cheat. bloody hell, went back to the shop. ask for a refund. die die dont want to give refund. why? because the boss say my printer head spoil thats why cannot print the colour out properly. he claim that this happens every 2 to 3 years. he also said that if u dont use ur printer frequently, u might face this problem. u know what i say to this. BULL SHIT! i can print properly when the previous cartridge lah! and all my previous cartridges are all third parties one. and u know i print alot. cause engineers alot of notes and tutorials to print. hee. BUT, in the end, this only points to 2 conclusion. ACUJET SUX EVEN AS ISO CERTIFIED and THE BOSS IS A CHEAT. makes me wonder what the hell people at ISO is doing.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, later they found out that they gave me the wrong cartridges. they gave me the 'photo magenta' rather than 'magenta'. so they say this is the problem. anyway, i already lose confidence in their products liao. never gonna step into their shop ever again. not just that, i'm going to tell all my friends that their customer service sux shit together with their printer cartridges.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, one more thing. remember the girl with cheena accent? EQ not very high. keep on asking me who sold me the cartridges. at first i dont want to say, i just say i forgot lah. anyway got recept, dont need to pinpoint who sell to me. BUT, she still ask, then my patience level began to drop. then i say its her loh. bloody hell. i say its her she still dont want to admit. see lah. now her boss know that she gave me the wrong cartridge. so what u found out who sold me the cartridges? its either u or ur colleagues lah. either u chop ur own head or u sabo ur colleagues. what good does it make? geez...&lt;br /&gt;anyway, in the end i got the original printer cartridges with a discount. fucking hell, still feel cheated. anyway, i learn a lesson. not gonna to make it again. harden by all these shit shop. last time was the sony at bishan. but after quarreling, they reluctantly refund me the money...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114482188062305922?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114482188062305922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114482188062305922&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114482188062305922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114482188062305922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/04/printer-cartridge-part-2.html' title='printer cartridge part 2'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114468453934428408</id><published>2006-04-10T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:55:39.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>printer cartridge</title><content type='html'>chao chee by... fucking hell bought this whole freaking set of printer cartridge for 8 dollars per colour. so thats like 24 bucks for 3 colours - magenta, yellow, cyan. came home, found out that none canbe used. TOMORROW GOT TEST LAH. I NEED TO PRINT THE NOTES! now i'm stuck with unwanted and useless printer cartridge. this means i need to spend time going back to the fucking shop at sim lim and ask for refund. fucking counter girl with the fucking cheena accent, think lim bei easy to bluff right? i specifically asked her whether or not the printer cartridge can be used. "CAN CAN, CANNOT U CAN COME BACK FOR REFUND. THIS PRINTER CARTRIDGE ONLY OUR COMPANY CARRY ONLY." u know what i say to that. " FUCK U!" now u blood hell wasted 30 mins of my precious time trying to fix my printer. wasted so many papers to check the nozzle check. SO FUCKING PISSED OFF NOW! why are there dishonest people around. WHY?!?! i fucking hate people who cheat. u know whats the best thing, because she said so convincingly, i just bought the cartridge from them. then i went up to the next floor just to shop shop around cause its not usual i have time to come sim lim to shop. then saw this other brand of printer cartridge which i previously use. and they are selling cartridge at half the price of what i bought from the first shop lah! then i thought "NA BEI, haiya, nevermind lah, who call me so lazy dont want to walk a few more shops." then came home. this shit happen to me!!!! WHY?!?! oh ya, i support ORINK third party ink and boycott ACUJET, REMEMBER ITS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ACUJET = SUX THIRD PARTY INK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, u might say that why cant i buy the original? the original cost 16 bucks lah. third party cost 8 bucks. do the math urself. well, if u still think that i'm such a crying baby, then u can take ur own original printer cartridge, turn it ever so slightly, AND SHOVE IT UP UR CANDY ASS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOOO!!!! that felt alot better. now it felt so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK, ON OF THE PACKAGING OF ACUJET, IT SOMEMORE HAVE THE CHEEK TO PUT ISO9001 CERTIFIED. CERTIFIED MY ASS! CERTIFIED TO FAIL. CERTIFIED TO TURN WHOEVER BOUGHT IT INTO A LAUGHING STOCK! ARGH!!!! i'm going to take this lousy product back and throw at the boss's face. PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114468453934428408?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114468453934428408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114468453934428408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114468453934428408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114468453934428408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/04/printer-cartridge.html' title='printer cartridge'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114456620663834691</id><published>2006-04-09T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T15:03:26.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drifting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/cars_mitsubishi_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/400/cars_mitsubishi_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I drift not because it is a quicker way around a corner, but it is the most exciting way" - Keiichi Tsuchiya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114456620663834691?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114456620663834691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114456620663834691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114456620663834691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114456620663834691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/04/drifting.html' title='drifting...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114443003593368045</id><published>2006-04-08T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:13:55.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner anyone?</title><content type='html'>came home from bball.&lt;br /&gt;called up my girl.&lt;br /&gt;"want to have dinner?"&lt;br /&gt;"okay, but i ate already."&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"would u come fetch me?"&lt;br /&gt;"sorry, i want to pack up my room."&lt;br /&gt;sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;ma de...&lt;br /&gt;dont hear me saying&lt;br /&gt;"i feel like sleeping. would u go sch urself?" on thursday morning.&lt;br /&gt;so sad. feeling just a little sad. =(&lt;br /&gt;so its chicken fold over and me for friday night.&lt;br /&gt;my best bud, the mac chicken fold over.&lt;br /&gt;always have meal with the chicken fold over.&lt;br /&gt;but funny thing, everytime just before dinner ends.&lt;br /&gt;my bud disappear.&lt;br /&gt;even chicken fold over doesnt want to have dinner with me.&lt;br /&gt;hai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114443003593368045?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114443003593368045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114443003593368045&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114443003593368045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114443003593368045'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114383644831185587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114383644831185587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114383644831185587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114383644831185587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/04/email-my-gf.html' title='email my gf...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114348188388533502</id><published>2006-03-28T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T01:56:45.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my behaviour...</title><content type='html'>dam disgusted by myself today. had my human resource module in the morning. we had this little role playing activity thats done in this behaviour room at the biz fac. behaviour rm = those interrogation room that u see in cop and thieves movie. u know, those that have this big ass one way glass that allows one side to see through equipped with cameras. okay. at the end of the class, we saw a shot video tape of ourselves and i'm quite disgusted by myself. things like i the way i sit, the number of times i try to tidy my hair (haven cut since start of sem), and most importantly, the way i speak. my voice doesnt sound like how i think it should sound. its annoying and kiddy. i also tend to be very assertive. if i'm my group mates, i will be dam annoyed by myself lah! this guy who thinks he's what ah? well anyway, shall try to be gentler and kinder and stop tidying my hair. maybe its a sign for gettin a hair cut. got a chance, maybe u should try having one of these activities in this room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, its coming to the end of the semester. and i feel that i'm losing steam. no good no good. this is what killed me last sem. hai... hope i can get back on track again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got duaed. my friend, its not that i dont want to meet u. but its like i always get duaed by u. dont dua me next time kay? it screws up my already screwed up timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture to brighten up this dark blog... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/s2002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a honda S2000. cool eh. convertible with 2.0l vtec engine (going to be 2.2l soon) that revs up to 9000rpm. around 240 bhp. why i like this? because its rare. not like the wrx's or sti's or evo's. they are all nice cars, but this is a rare beauty. i think i've seen ferrari more than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, to my friend who only gets 30 dollars a month during her JC "are u going to teach me ur secrets to success?" =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114348188388533502?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114348188388533502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114348188388533502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114348188388533502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114348188388533502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-behaviour.html' title='my behaviour...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114330424332397349</id><published>2006-03-26T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T02:00:26.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 dollars a month</title><content type='html'>i just read my friend's blog. i found out that she gets only 30 dollars a month during her JC. and she has to beg for 50cents from her friends inorder to buy a donut which will sustain her till she gets home. now, she is earning $2500 from giving tuition and totally independent and definitely doing dam well in sch. and when i say dam well, I MEAN CAP 5 KIND OF RESULTS. sometimes i wish that my parents are not so well off. i wish that during my younger days, my parents will throw me into such situation. this might sound crazy but its true...&lt;br /&gt;if u think that i'm talking cock, then i got nothing to say and the owner of this blog doesnt welcome u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114330424332397349?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114330424332397349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114330424332397349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114330424332397349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114330424332397349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/03/30-dollars-month.html' title='30 dollars a month'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114312237254815312</id><published>2006-03-23T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:59:32.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner at home...</title><content type='html'>tell u seriously, i am starting to hate eating dinner at home... i fucking hate them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pissed off. from now on, i'm only going to have dinner on sunday. every other day i will just be busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114312237254815312?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114312237254815312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114312237254815312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114312237254815312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114312237254815312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/03/dinner-at-home.html' title='dinner at home...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114285407303881503</id><published>2006-03-20T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:33:15.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final destination...</title><content type='html'>almost had an accident while driving home from school just now. it was drizzling and i was waiting at a traffic junction. immediately after the junction was a left turn. without warning, my rear end skidded right. almost instinctively, using my initial D skills, i perform a counter steer (for all those n00bs, it means steering against the direction of travel) with almost perfection. too bad its not perfect, thus the counter reaction was too strong, bringing my rear end swinging a full 270 degrees clock wise. alas, a poor drift. the lady driving the copper red mercs was stupefied. looks as if its her first time watching a drift king performing. wat a n00b... anyway, i gave her a smile and a little wave, assuring her that it was intended, and carried on with the boring journey home.&lt;br /&gt;luckily for me, i found out that my gf wasnt a n00b. during the drift, she didnt even scream until after, she was excited and begged for more.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, think i'm going to change tires this weekend for sure. my right rear tires was leaking, causing the tire tread to wear out. either that, maybe a 4wd car with a traction control will probably help. hm... that sounds like EVO to me. heh heh heh...&lt;br /&gt;here is a picture of an EVO9 for all those n00bs out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/Mitsu_lancer_evo9_63-1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was just lucky today. for all those drivers out there. drive really slowly when the road is wet, cause u'll never know when such accidents might happen to u. luckily for me there was no incoming traffic, or else i dont know what will happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114285407303881503?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114285407303881503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114285407303881503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114285407303881503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114285407303881503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/03/final-destination.html' title='final destination...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114217401994199064</id><published>2006-03-12T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T22:34:30.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why...</title><content type='html'>hai... life is like a box of chocolate, u never know what u gonna get. how come all my chocolate spoilt one? *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114217401994199064?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114217401994199064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114217401994199064&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114217401994199064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114217401994199064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/03/why.html' title='why...'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114111376140999942</id><published>2006-02-28T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:15:41.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ee33 fucking 04</title><content type='html'>digital design system.... just buang the fucking test. FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;really doing badly in everything these days. cant seem to remember when is the last time i did something right.&lt;br /&gt;stress is really builing up.&lt;br /&gt;u know sometimes, when things get really down, u try to divert ur attention onto something else, something happy and something nice. but these days, nothing seems to make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;HAI.... today's mood not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm, cars always make me happy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/studio4_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Rx8. velocity red exterior with 2 tone interior decor. 18 inch rims.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think i should post pictures of cars everytime i feel down. good idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114111376140999942?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114111376140999942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114111376140999942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114111376140999942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114111376140999942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/02/ee33-fucking-04.html' title='ee33 fucking 04'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114086786119737819</id><published>2006-02-25T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T19:44:21.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walk of shame</title><content type='html'>learnt a lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;u will never improve if u think that u have nothing to improve.&lt;br /&gt;admit that there are better players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got creamed today. not very good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114086786119737819?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114086786119737819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114086786119737819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114086786119737819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114086786119737819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/02/walk-of-shame.html' title='walk of shame'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114076558868576333</id><published>2006-02-24T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:21:34.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ray shawn!</title><content type='html'>haha, this guy added me on MSN. i did the same to him. i have no idea who he is and this is our conversation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray.... says:&lt;br /&gt;helo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;soo what have you been doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray.... says:&lt;br /&gt;erm. nothign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray.... says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry ah, but whois this huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;Raven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock is inviting you to start a Video Conversation. Do you want to accept (Alt+C) or decline (Alt+D) the invitation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray.... says:&lt;br /&gt;raven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;ya ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray.... says:&lt;br /&gt;raven who? i'm terribly sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;Racen antiquiera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;Raven antiquiera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;from darby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing head phones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray.... says:&lt;br /&gt;darby? u know who am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;ya your rayshawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray.... says:&lt;br /&gt;no no no.... ray shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;ehh do you remeber Derek ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray.... says:&lt;br /&gt;not ray shawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray.... says:&lt;br /&gt;wrong guy dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray.... says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm in singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;ehh !?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray.... says:&lt;br /&gt;its 28 degrees celsius here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;thenn i got the freaking wrg hotmail adress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray.... says:&lt;br /&gt;i think so too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock says:&lt;br /&gt;well nice seeing tyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ragnarock has canceled the invitation to start a Video Conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray.... says:&lt;br /&gt;nice seeing u too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ray.... says:&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!!!! this is classic man. probably want to initiate some cyber sex or something....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114076558868576333?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114076558868576333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114076558868576333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114076558868576333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114076558868576333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/02/ray-shawn.html' title='ray shawn!'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114066844161013041</id><published>2006-02-23T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T12:20:42.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/DSC02607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02607.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmd, 1210 in the afternoon still sleeping. so happy somemore. reminds me of this....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;why am i surrounded by piggies?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;must be my bed, too comfy already. so, as u can see, dont u try sleep infront of me, i have a habit of taking ur picture when u are at your most ugliest and post them on the web. heh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114066844161013041?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114066844161013041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114066844161013041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114066844161013041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114066844161013041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/02/jealousy.html' title='jealousy'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114061893131000951</id><published>2006-02-22T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:35:31.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>braces....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/DSC02597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02597.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to get my lower braces done. tmd fucking pain lah when i bite. cant even eat the mee goreng at the hawker centre just now. guess its back to thomson porridge again. found this great porridge store at thomson area which have 24 hours porridge. YUM YUM! got century egg porridge, pork porridge, chicken porridge, fish porridge, raw fish porridge.... u get the idea and so far its the best tasting porridge place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai.... people say i look like i have lost weight. actually i just divert all of them to my stomach area only. think i am going to start joggin soon. think only....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, the x-ray of my aching back is back. the doctor say its not my bones. WHEW! so he says its either muscles of tendon, nothing to worry about. YEAH! back to bball already. show u this shirt that i like.... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02604.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;yupz, thats how i feel. BATTLE FOR COURT SUPREMACY! everytime its a battle to own every player on the court.... heh heh heh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;btw, thats my room tenant up there.... everyday just sleeps on my bed. thats like the only time he's awake and willing to pose for a pic. ciao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114061893131000951?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114061893131000951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114061893131000951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114061893131000951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114061893131000951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/02/braces.html' title='braces....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114054122280320026</id><published>2006-02-22T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T01:00:22.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming in....</title><content type='html'>the sea of love. HAHA! lame shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/OlympicsHeart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114054122280320026?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114054122280320026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114054122280320026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114054122280320026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114054122280320026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/02/swimming-in.html' title='swimming in....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114021823863299203</id><published>2006-02-17T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T07:22:54.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piece of cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/BirthdayBoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/BirthdayBoy.jpg" 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/15790224-114021823863299203?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114021823863299203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114021823863299203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114021823863299203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114021823863299203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/02/piece-of-cake.html' title='piece of cake'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-114014174348835225</id><published>2006-02-17T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T10:02:23.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/DSC02565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me! Got a call from my niece Daphane first thing in the morning. What a way to start another year. =) cant believe it, 24 years ago, i took my first breathe in this world. forgot how much i weigh at that time, but now i'm 74.2kg according to my dad's digital weighing machine. Ray, its been a long way, u are a quater through ur life in this world and there are still many things for u to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*btw, the picture was taking on V-day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-114014174348835225?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/114014174348835225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=114014174348835225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114014174348835225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/114014174348835225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-my-birthday.html' title='ITS MY BIRTHDAY!!!!'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113821561634222410</id><published>2006-01-26T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T03:00:16.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quote for a friend of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages." - William Shakespeare&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113821561634222410?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113821561634222410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113821561634222410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113821561634222410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113821561634222410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/01/quote-for-friend-of-mine.html' title='a quote for a friend of mine'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113787831205157106</id><published>2006-01-22T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T05:21:26.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ray the sony whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/RayTheGay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/RayTheGay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;my crazy girlfriend has too much time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113787831205157106?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113787831205157106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113787831205157106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113787831205157106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113787831205157106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/01/ray-sony-whore.html' title='ray the sony whore'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113744982503159167</id><published>2006-01-17T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T06:17:05.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cant sleep</title><content type='html'>yupz. its 0612 now and i still couldnt sleep. neighbours waking up. newspaper man delivering newspaper. poeple taking showers and brushing teeth. i'm here blogging cause for the whole time, i dont feel sleepy. very soon the sun will rise and it will only makes matters worse. its been like this for awhile now. my bio clock is completely screwed up. my life is completely screwed up. oh, i just heard the bell of the nearby church ringing. birds are chirping away. please let me sleep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113744982503159167?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113744982503159167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113744982503159167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113744982503159167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113744982503159167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/01/cant-sleep.html' title='cant sleep'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113717217963230926</id><published>2006-01-13T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T01:09:39.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tissot T-Touch</title><content type='html'>i simply love this watch. where function meets style. analogue meets digital. best of both worlds. plenty of cool functions like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that u will not be lost anywhere in the world or NUS. u can make mental notes like "LT1 is northeast east of LT2" or "travel in the south direction from engin canteen to reach LT6". or maybe u can use it to arrange ur bed in such a way to escape the morning sun, thus allowing u to stay in bed longer, before the sun cooks u under ur blanket. remember, the sun rises from the north and sets in the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/dyn5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know some morning when ur alarm clock rings, then u activate the snooze function and goes back to sleep. in ur head u know that the alarm clock will ring every 9 mins (maybe urs different) to remind u to wake up, but because the previous night, u spend the whole night surfing on cars, u lost count of how snoozes u deactivate liao, and u dont really want to open ur eyes to check the time cause any sunlight will just blind ur eyes forever. dont worry, this watch will act as a secondary alarm for u. telling u exactly when is the point of no return - either to continue sleeping and miss lectures and can safely switches all alarm now or to jump out of bed and rush off for lectures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/dyn4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altimeter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u know i love bball. this way i can measure accurately how high my vertical jump is, boasting to people "i jumped 30 inch last week and i'm doing 60 inch this week, beat that asshole! oh? u dont believe, come, i measure on the spot let u see." or u know sometimes, 2 childish friends of urs asked u the old primary sch qns "hey, who is taller huh?" then i can take out my watch and rest it on their head, thus giving me a digital readout of who is taller. oh ya, u know sometimes when ur date is so boring and she is like talking about her studies or how cute her nieces are, then u are going "uhuh, uhuh, oh really? no way. serious!?" this is the time u can divert ur attention by using ur tissot t-touch's altimeter function to measure the rise time of all the escalators and lifts in orchard and compare which is the fastest in town. simply divide the change in altitude by the time taken to reach that altitude. when u find which is the fastest, then u can write down in ur blog or some forums so that others with the same watch could verify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/dyn3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next is the chrono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure some of the scholars in NUS will find this function very useful during exams. "sure or not? u did it in 1 hour. tell u hoh. i finished my paper in 48 mins 32 secs and 8 milliseconds okay? fast right? i think this paper i finish faster than u lah. last one u faster by 3 min 43 sec and 4 milliseconds, but this one i beat u already. luckily i got my watch here to time myself." or some other nerds will measure the time needed to travel from location to the other location. "hm, last week i took the shuttle bus from the EA to central library and it took me 10 mins altogether. this week, i walked from EA to central library, cutting through E1 and E2 and it took me only 6 mins, that is if i walk at a speed of 1.69696969 metre/second. hm, like that it saves me a whole 4 minutes. that extra 4 minutes i can either read 1.434343 pages of my lecture notes or do 0.878787 of a qns in a tutorial. okay, next time i will take this route."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/dyn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thermometer is useful for the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haiyo, this LT2 is so cold leh. i think its colder than just now that LT6 leh." "no lah, LT6 where got cold. LT2 colder okay?" "u dont believe u see (show friend her watch) my watch says that this LT colder by 3 degrees okay. and current temperature is 20 degree celcius" "wah, really leh. so cold. not good for skin u know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/dyn1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly metro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats metro i also dont know. think its something to do with the air pressure. maybe a bunch of guys got together and drank too much and are all getting abit drunk. then they decide to compare who has the most power fart among them (because everyone drinking beer, so alot of gas in their stomach). what better way to measure than to place the watch near their ass and let out a huge fart and record the amount of air pressure it creates. automatic disqualification if shit is found on the face of the watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/dyn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! so many functions for this watch. i just got to have it! which design is nicer? huh? huh? huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113717217963230926?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113717217963230926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113717217963230926&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113717217963230926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113717217963230926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/01/tissot-t-touch.html' title='Tissot T-Touch'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113708976023251496</id><published>2006-01-13T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T02:16:00.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pimp my ride MTV!</title><content type='html'>WooHoo!!!! just personally pimped my ride just now. haha, even though it only cost $15 bucks, but it sure does worth it. now it looks so much more meaner and slick. haha. so happy that even i have to blog about it. anyway, its a sticker plate. u know, one of those number plates that people just sticks onto their bumper rather than putting it onto a plate and attached the plate onto the bumper. MUAHAHAHA! next project will be to change the rims. those ugly 16 inch has to go soon man.... lets wait and see....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113708976023251496?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113708976023251496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113708976023251496&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113708976023251496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113708976023251496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/01/please-pimp-my-ride-mtv.html' title='Please pimp my ride MTV!'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113672035967393515</id><published>2006-01-08T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T22:18:05.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolutions....</title><content type='html'>1. definitely must do better this coming semester. at least a B+ for every subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. exercise constantly. 3 times per week maybe. jogging and usual bball on friday. 100 push ups and 100 leg raise at the end of each workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. keep in touch with friends. stop being hermit the crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. going to be a permanent resident in the library. dont know whether or not i should get a room in eusoff, but definitely going to make the library my next home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. no more relationship problems. studies come first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. do not give up during exam period. tough time dont last tough men do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. pick up a new sports. golf maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. save mony to buy the tissot touch. cost $1300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. keeping my room neat and tidy. maybe rearrange the furniture abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. keeping my braces clean and sparkling. never ever have i thought my teeth are so precious when i couldnt use them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113672035967393515?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113672035967393515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113672035967393515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113672035967393515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113672035967393515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/01/resolutions.html' title='resolutions....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113636033698206841</id><published>2006-01-04T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T15:38:57.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/DSC02436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 wisdom tooth for sale! 2 still intact while the other two are in bits and pieces. oh ya, some flesh are still stuck onto the tooth, thus ensuring its freshness. i have to apologise that 2 are in pieces, the dentist saw it up in pieces before it was being taken out. even though its so big, but they in mint condition cause i've never use them. it was hidden under my gum all these years so u wont find any wear and tear at all.&lt;br /&gt;like i said, its in perfect condition. perfect for making accessories like earings or rings or necklace. people wear shark tooth to show off that they killed a shark, imagine u wearing one of these babies. if u are a big jig-saw puzzle fan, then i bet fixing up the pieces of wisdom tooth will definitely be a challenge for u. or maybe u have a decaying molar, u can maybe glue one of these gems to ur molar, gurantee giving u the natural feeling. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02439.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;they are full grown tooth as seen in this pic. SO QUICK! leave me ur offers. mind u, the owner went through alot of pain and trouble to get these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113636033698206841?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113636033698206841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113636033698206841&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113636033698206841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113636033698206841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2006/01/wisdom.html' title='wisdom....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113499590830139046</id><published>2005-12-19T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T20:38:28.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>braces....</title><content type='html'>yupz. i've finally did it. i've totally convert myself into a NERD! yupz. the must have accessories for all nerd wannabe is the braces and i've just got my top braces fixed. with all the tension going on in my mouth, i'm constantly being reminded of how a nerd i am. now, because my smile look so ugly now, i shall talk less and listen more. ah ha! now i know how nerds do so well in their studies. oh ya, i'm not any ordinary nerd. i belong to the ceramic nerd because my braces are made of ceramics instead of the usual metal ones that u see on other common nerd. i'm a nerd with style. a nerd, yet still pay attention to my overall appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm going to sit right infront of the lecture hall. answer every single qns that the professor gives to the class and do all my tutorials and insists that my tutor marks them. haha! beware all u future electrical engineers.... shaw ray is now officially a nerd or geek or chao mugger or a combination of all.&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;okay, i've enough fun clowning around already. can someone help me take it off? what? cannot? 21 months?!?! SHIT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113499590830139046?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113499590830139046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113499590830139046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113499590830139046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113499590830139046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/12/braces.html' title='braces....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113480472873758897</id><published>2005-12-17T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T15:32:08.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lamborghini Gallardo....</title><content type='html'>met this beauty in the middle of orchard road.... let me introduce u to Miss Gallardo Lamborghini....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02280.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;aint she a beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;look at her curves.... yummy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;a marriage between the beauty and the beast....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;look at the way she smiles at u.... melt ur heart like how she melts mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i'm sorry, i'm a butt person. no women is complete without her rear asset.... wouldnt want to get too close or else it might burn u.... hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i've got her number alright.... a five litre V10 engine with 500 bhp churning out 510 Nm of torque. 0 - 100 km/h within 4.2 second. and the most important number of all.... she will set u back by $748,000.... hee.... unless of course u can apply for the DBS black card and hope that she picks u among others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113480472873758897?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113480472873758897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113480472873758897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113480472873758897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113480472873758897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/12/lamborghini-gallardo.html' title='Lamborghini Gallardo....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113458097737883484</id><published>2005-12-15T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T01:22:57.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty bedroom and messy bedroom....</title><content type='html'>empty bedroom.... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC01888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC01889.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC01890.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and now for my current messy bedroom....&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and yes, thats two different room.... x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113458097737883484?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113458097737883484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113458097737883484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113458097737883484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113458097737883484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/12/empty-bedroom-and-messy-bedroom.html' title='empty bedroom and messy bedroom....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113457953001975000</id><published>2005-12-15T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T00:58:50.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quote from the movie 'Coach Carter'....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/coachcarter_bigposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/coachcarter_bigposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our dark that most frightens us. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people don't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine as children do. Its not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsiously give other people the right to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." - Timo Cruz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113457953001975000?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113457953001975000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113457953001975000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113457953001975000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113457953001975000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/12/quote-from-movie-coach-carter.html' title='a quote from the movie &apos;Coach Carter&apos;....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113441137855094403</id><published>2005-12-13T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T02:16:18.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey raji....</title><content type='html'>this is what i've printed for u. thought that maybe u would like a photo of ur friends in NUS when u go for exchange. well, here it is, maybe u can get it from me when u are back. heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and if u noticed, its printed on glossy paper okay = expensive paper.... hee! kidding.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113441137855094403?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113441137855094403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113441137855094403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113441137855094403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113441137855094403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/12/hey-raji.html' title='hey raji....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113258646737734035</id><published>2005-11-21T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:27:26.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am such a lame killer....</title><content type='html'>Shit lah. my gf is a MANIC KILLER whereas i am just a ninja. =( why is she so much cooler lah! not fair loh, look at her photo below, she looks more like a pig rather than a MANIC KILLER loh. tmd, i better watch out for her, heard that she likes seeing people in pain. and why am i a girl ninja? i look so helpless lah, but then again, my skirt is kinda short huh. i look kinda sexy huh, dont u agree? heh heh heh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Ninja girl" src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/PainfulBliss/1112535025_izB_ninja_.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Ninja.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are like a samurai gone bad. The good side&lt;br /&gt;is no longer interesting you and feel that&lt;br /&gt;darkness is where you belong. Though you may&lt;br /&gt;think you are the evil one, you're not. Because&lt;br /&gt;deep inside there is still that little glimpse&lt;br /&gt;of who you once were. You don't like to&lt;br /&gt;associate with people that much and keep away.&lt;br /&gt;In your mind they are ignorant and not so&lt;br /&gt;interesting anyway. That means you are a lonley&lt;br /&gt;person who don't trust people, and you have&lt;br /&gt;really no desire to do so either. Life is a big&lt;br /&gt;pain and annoyance for you and you aren't quite&lt;br /&gt;sure on how to handle it. Other people see you&lt;br /&gt;as mysterious and secretive, and that is&lt;br /&gt;probably right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Main weapon:&lt;/b&gt; Daggers and throwing&lt;br /&gt;stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt; "I hate people. People make&lt;br /&gt;me pro-nuclear" -Margaret Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Facial expression:&lt;/b&gt; Frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20Type%20of%20Killer%20Are%20You?"&gt;What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113258646737734035?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113258646737734035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113258646737734035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113258646737734035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113258646737734035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-such-lame-killer.html' title='i am such a lame killer....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113258586174839498</id><published>2005-11-21T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T23:18:31.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>system and control....</title><content type='html'>shit, just did badly for the the paper today. SYSTEM &amp; CONTROL. my god, how difficult can it be? why did it not connect in my head? why ray. cause u are dumb. thats why. survival of the fittest. either u shape up or u ship out. who says army was tough, wait till u come into NUS engin. in fact i think physical torture is good. it makes u feel alive. ur body builds ontop of the push ups that u did yesterday. feeling alive, thats a feeling that i have missed for a long time. i think the last time i ever felt alive is when i step out of the C130. thats when i felt alive. cause when u toy with death, thats when u truely appreciate being alive. i will do anything to have that feeling again. any suggestions? everyday is like a battle for me now. everyday i wake up, its a brand new battle ground for me to conquer. i have to conquer others, as well as i have to conquer myself. others, i think its easy, its myself thats tough. once i settle my own shit, others will just fall into place. just like now, why are u blogging when u are suppose to be studying for the next paper? why cant u just sit ur fat ass down and study? why? self discipline is something i lack. or is it because i see that its going no where? electrical engineer. i love electrical engineering. infact system and control is one of my favourite module this sem. and lucky for me, thats where i want to specialise, power is nothing without control. u know, i always believe that only the things that u care, would most likely to hurt u the most. s &amp;amp; c is a module that i really like, thats why it hurts so bad now. same as relationship. same as everything else. back to the topic of going no where. where is everybody going? who can tell me what they are going to do when they grow up. haha, when they grow up, u are already grown up dear. i remember someone telling me that. seriously, can someone please tell me whether or not the things that they are studying are related to the things that they wanted to do? cause i dont really see mine. maybe thats why studying is so difficult as i grow older. the older i get, the more i see no point in doing. i spend time reading about cars and engine more than u am reading my notes combine. i religiously check all car forums to see what people are talking about recently. i guess its just study finish and fuck off. read an article in the Pioneer Magazine. it talks about this commando who went for a Gobi desert march. btw, i worked with that commando before. ha! we even attend the same airborne course lah. 10 OCS BAC. haha. so long ago yet i still remember. its all in the past now. anyway, it doesnt matter what rank u got in army. it doesnt matter how fast u run for ur 2.4km. doesnt matter how long km u walked. it doesnt matter how heavy ur field pack is. and it really doesnt matter whether or not u got RECON 1 for ATEC. it all doesnt matter, cause once u ORD, its like someone just pressed the reset button. everything is back to zero. all your records in army is erased. everyone is back on the same playing field. then another game will begin. everyone start swimming to the final destination. just that this time, i dont see a point in swimming so hard anymore. in the army yes, u need to be strong so as not to be a liability for ur buddy, ur platoon, ur company, ur battalion. u train hard so that u cover the guy next to u, so that he can cover u. u fight for the guy beside u. everyone work together as a team in achieving something meaningful. in NUS, there is no such thing. no one is ur teammate. the guy next to u hope that u are on his left on the bell curve. its every man for himself. its a lonely fight. its u against everyone else in NUS. if engin has a cohort of 2000 students, then its 1999 opponents waiting to knock u down. hai.... what a sad enviroment to be in. i went back to engine on sunday to study and guess what? cant find a place to study. CANT FIND A PLACE TO STUDY?!?! not only do u have to fight against them in the exam hall, even before that u have to fight for place to study lah! thats how bad life is like in engine. okay, back to Gobi March. yeah, i would like to do something like that, if he can do it, so can i. or some Ecochallenge or something. something to make me feel alive again. actually, one of the things that i hope to do before i die is to climb Everest. if some NUS punk can do it, so can i. in army, i learn something about my body. the strongest muscle on my body is my mind. u are only as strong as what ur mind tells u u are. so, anyone interested in such things? jio me leh. okay, before i go back to sleep, let me show u a picture of a pig fast asleeped. since this is my blog, i can basically do whatever i want except of course to criticise our garmen, or blog about some racist shit or whatever because i will get myself into trouble with the garmen. someone should watch the southpark flag episode man. it talks about racism. southpark is a really good cartoon. learn alot from them. oh ya, back to the pig. here it is, happily sleeping away on my bed. oh ya, this piggy doesnt have any exams this semester because it just so happened that all her modules doesnt have exams. oh, how coincidental =) baby, this is for u who put my ugly photos on your blog. i've always wanted to do this. heh heh heh.... &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and now for a close up shot. oh ya, this was taken when i was busy studying lah. imagine whats going on through my head. $%^&amp;*(&amp;amp;amp;^%$%^&amp;*&amp;amp;^%^&amp;%#$%^&amp;amp;*^&amp;)(^ WTF sleeping infront of me when i am suffering #$%^&amp;*&amp;amp;^%$%^*(*&amp;^%!!!! heh heh heh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC02006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113258586174839498?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113258586174839498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113258586174839498&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113258586174839498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113258586174839498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/11/system-and-control.html' title='system and control....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113205055674116592</id><published>2005-11-15T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T18:33:46.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>looking back....</title><content type='html'>looking back, i think i've been taken for granted by so many people. pushing me around because u think i'm such a push over. okay. u want to take my kindness for granted? u want to treat my friendship like a piece of shit? u think i dont know that u are treating me like a fool. u think i dont know whats going on in that fucking pea brain of urs. u think u can do things behind my back without me realising huh. u think ray is such a fool huh. u think u can fool me huh? well guess again asshole. i'm so sick of ur actions that i dont want to argue. its pointless arguing with someone whois so low and down and despicable and so full of shit. no point taking sense into someone who thinks that they are so smart that they can manupilate everyone. i like it when they think that they are so smart. i like to watch people thinking that they are in control of me. i love watching that grin on ur fuck face, thinking that you got it your way. i love to read u like a book, like a fucking picture book that flips by itself, its so easy to read. yea, i love reading u, its so fun. u have no depth. nothing. i know what u are thinking by just the look on ur fuck face. i know what u want even before u open ur fucking mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lets play. i'll play along. dont worry. i'll play along. i love games. dont blame me, BLAME YOUR FUCKING SELF!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113205055674116592?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113205055674116592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113205055674116592&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113205055674116592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113205055674116592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/11/looking-back.html' title='looking back....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113177455979459700</id><published>2005-11-12T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T13:49:19.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Beret....</title><content type='html'>Fighting soldiers from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Fearless men who jump and fight&lt;br /&gt;Men who mean just what they say&lt;br /&gt;Courage men of the red beret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Silver wings upon my chest&lt;br /&gt;We are men of Singapore best&lt;br /&gt;Hundred men will test today&lt;br /&gt;Only few wear the red beret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting off in nature land&lt;br /&gt;FIghting combat hand-in-hand&lt;br /&gt;Men who fight in night and day&lt;br /&gt;Courage men of the red beret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home his young wife weeps&lt;br /&gt;He has died for those oppressed&lt;br /&gt;Men who mean just what they say&lt;br /&gt;Leaving us his last request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put silver wings on my son's chest&lt;br /&gt;Make him one of Singapore's best&lt;br /&gt;He's the one who's tested today&lt;br /&gt;Help him win the red beret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/DSC00442.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC00442.1.jpg" 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/15790224-113177455979459700?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113177455979459700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113177455979459700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113177455979459700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113177455979459700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/11/red-beret.html' title='The Red Beret....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113154389287740640</id><published>2005-11-09T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:51:06.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby....</title><content type='html'>why do u &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; that u do not love me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;when i still love u so much.&lt;br /&gt;is it because i've changed?&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i've changed,&lt;br /&gt;i still love u.&lt;br /&gt;u ask me why i love u despite of something.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt need any reason.&lt;br /&gt;is it because of another?&lt;br /&gt;but we are both transparent now.&lt;br /&gt;i did what u ask me to do.&lt;br /&gt;i've let u control me.&lt;br /&gt;is it because someone wrote something in this blog?&lt;br /&gt;but i've took it down.&lt;br /&gt;why do u have to compare?&lt;br /&gt;dont u know i love u?&lt;br /&gt;wasnt it just last night that u told me that u love me still?&lt;br /&gt;why a sudden change that took us 5 years to built?&lt;br /&gt;why, my baby,&lt;br /&gt;why do u have to hurt me like this?&lt;br /&gt;again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113154389287740640?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113154389287740640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113154389287740640&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113154389287740640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113154389287740640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/11/baby.html' title='baby....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113145246095359378</id><published>2005-11-08T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T00:22:10.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>godfather &amp; someone....</title><content type='html'>just finish the whole series of godfather. i must say that it is the best movie that i have ever watched. watching michael transforming and watching the people that he loved so much just leave him one by one. he has dedicated his whole life to protect his family, but in the end its just him alone. all alone in this lonely world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel that i have done an injustice to someone else in this world. someone who isnt that close to me has become a victim of my very very twisted world. i'm truely sorry for what i have done. it just seems that the person was around when i'm transforming into this person that i myself dont know at all. here i hope that the person will soon find the person that the person is looking for. someone who will just love that person for the person. until now, i still dont know what has happen to me. ironically, after all the harm has been done to the person, the person still talks to me and care about me. this i appreciate alot. though sometimes i still doubt that person, but i've decide not to doubt that person anymore. i know i was in the wrong previously. i hope that u will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love. when u love someone. u love all the good in that person. u love all his character. the way he talks. the way he moves. the way he makes u laugh. the way he hugs u and the way he cares about u. but dont forget. its not love if u cannot accept the negativity of that person. if u cannot accept some of his character. if u cannot accept that the person that u love has change. if u cannot love both the good and bad of the person, then its not love. from the Bible, love is patient love is kind. patient because its timeless. kind because u are able to accept all the blemish in the person. if u claim that u love someone. think about what u meant by that. and i hope that u will find that someone soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113145246095359378?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113145246095359378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113145246095359378&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113145246095359378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113145246095359378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/11/godfather-someone.html' title='godfather &amp; someone....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113138235753920654</id><published>2005-11-07T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:52:37.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams....</title><content type='html'>oh ya, just want to take a note that i shifted my domain back to my hometown, serangoon garden, on OCT 25. sort of like how michael corleone shifted from nevada back to new york in godfather. haha! nice to be back. everything seems to change for the better. except that there is no more serangoon garden cc, and thus the basketball cout. hai. grew up on that court. joshua's house is pretty much not the same anymore. no more 'husky' (josh's dog) that always basking under the sun. zebang is pretty much still the same except that he has started his own business. hope he returns me my 150 bucks soon. ZEBANG, WHERE IS MY MONEY! SHOW ME THE MONEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC01988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my pride. the best i've ever seen. it has this MARS explorer kind of attitude. alittle mysterious cause its black. a little MEAN looking, something like sonny. gives a dont mess around with me attitude due to its twin exhaust. haha. thanks to all my teammates, alvin, wywy and eng hong, to make it a dream come true. we named it the Discovery.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC01977.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;from nothing except an idea, followed by a drawing on a piece of crap paper to reality. its special when u see that ur idea turns into reality and it performs what its suppose to do. really hope that it will be on display for those taking EE2001 in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC01997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, i know, i look like crap. i didnt sleep okay! rushing for my own design portfolio. dont care what my result is gonna be for EE2001. in my heart, i already know that we scored A1 when our vehicle went up that ramp that wednesday morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/320/DSC01991.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay ray, times up, quit playing around and go into mugging mode. u rested enough during the hari raya and deepavali holiday. time to get serious. only got 4 papers to settle, shouldnt be that difficult. 2 engin modules, one business module and one crappy module. now that u have blogged too. so no more excuse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113138235753920654?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113138235753920654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113138235753920654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113138235753920654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113138235753920654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/11/exams.html' title='exams....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113032141704983156</id><published>2005-10-26T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T18:12:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some quotes....</title><content type='html'>trying to study.... they should really pay me to surf internet.... some quotes i came across.... they are from &lt;a href="http://www.wikiquote.com"&gt;www.wikiquote.com&lt;/a&gt;. quite nice. thought that i share....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always get the feeling that when lesbians look at me, they're thinking, 'That's why I'm not a heterosexual.' - George Costanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Driven Women to Lesbianism before, but never to a mental institution. - George Costanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Buck Naked. I'm a porn star. - George Costanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a lie if you believe it. - George Costanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, My name is George. I'm unemployed and I live with my parents. [Introducing himself to an attractive woman, just after deciding to do everything exactly contrary to his instinct.] - George Costanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(After getting dumped by a woman) "You're giving me the 'It's not you, It's me' routine? I invented the 'It's not you, it's me'. If it's anyone, It's me!" - George Costanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Cheesy music in the background) Believe it or not, George isn't at home. Please leave a message at the beep. I must be out, or I'd pick up the phone. Where could I be? Believe it or not, I'm not home. [George's Answering Machine] - George Costanza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, birthdays are merely symbolic of how another year's gone by and how little we've grown. No matter how desperate we are that someday a better self will emerge, with each flicker of the candles on the cake we know it's not to be. That for the rest of our sad, wretched, pathetic lives, this is who we are to the bitter end. Inevitably, irrevocably. Happy birthday? No such thing. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bookstore is one of the only pieces of evidence we have that people are still thinking. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog will stay stupid. That's why we love them so much. The entire time we know them, they're idiots. Think of your dog. Everytime you come home , he thinks it's amazing. He has no idea how you accomplish this every day. You walk in the door, the joy of this experience overwhelms him. He looks at you, "He's back, it's that guy, that same guy." He can't believe it. Everything is amazing to your dog. "Another can of food? I don't believe it." - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A two-year old is kind of like having a blender, but you don't have a top for it. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a thing that actually speaking in front of a crowd is considered the number one fear of the average person. I found that amazing - number two was death! That means to the average person if you have to be at a funeral, you would rather be in the casket than doing the eulogy. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there keys to a plane? Maybe that's what those delays are sometimes, when you're just sitting there at the gate. Maybe the pilot sits up there in the cockpit going, "Oh, I don't believe this. Dammit..I did it again." They tell you it's something mechanical because they don't want to come on the P.A. system, "Ladies and gentlemen, we're going to be delayed here on the ground for a while. I uh..Oh, God this is so embarrassing... I, I left the keys to the plane in my apartment. They're in this big ashtray by the front door. I'm sorry, I'll run back and get them." - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we just get rid of wine lists? Do we really have to be reminded every time we go out to a nice restaurant that we have no idea what we are doing? Why don't they just give us a trigonometry quiz with the menu? - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating is pressure and tension. What is a date, really, but a job interview that lasts all night? The only difference between a date and a job interview is that in not many job interviews is there a chance you'll end up naked at the end of it— "Well, Bill, the boss thinks you're the man for the job. Why don't you strip down and meet some of the people you'll be working with?" - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever notice, when you are sitting at a red light, that when the person in front of you pulls up a couple of inches, you are compelled to move up too? Do we really think we are making progress toward our destination? "Whew, I thought we would be late, but now that I am nine inches closer, I can stop for coffee and a danish!" - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are the leaders of the planet. If you see two life forms, one of them's making a poop, the other one's carrying it for him, who would you assume is in charge? - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs have no money. Isn't that amazing? They're broke their entire lives. But they get through. You know why dogs have no money? —No Pockets. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs want to be people. That's what their lives are about. They don't like being a dog. They're with people all the time, they want to graduate. My dog would sit there all day, he would watch me walk by, he would think to himself, "I could do that! He's not that good."That's why the greatest, most exciting moment in the life of a dog is the front seat of your car. You and him in the front seat. It's the only place where your head and his are on the exact same level. He sits up there, he thinks, "This is more like it. you and me together, this is the way it should be." He looks out the front. "What's he looking at? He's a dog. What are you going to make— a right or a left? I don't even know where I am."They have a hard time. They stand up, they sit down, they can't handle the turn either way. No matter which way you turn, he's not ready. They don't know what to do. And then comes the great moment of frustration. You stop someplace and get something to eat. This kills him. You get a hamburger, this blows his mind. "Instant food whenever you want it?" You know what this means to him? You ever see the look on his face? He looks over at you. "How'd you get that? Are they giving it to everybody now? You think I could get one?" They can't get anything. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so busy doing nothing that the idea of doing anything— which as you know, always leads to something— cuts into the nothing and then forces me to have to drop everything. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a parakeet that used to fly around the house and crash into these huge mirrors my mother put in. Ever heard of this interior design principle, that a mirror makes it seem like you have an entire other room? What kind of jerk walks up to a mirror and goes, "Hey look, there's a whole other room in there. There's a guy that looks just like me in there."But the parakeet would fall for this. I'd let him out of his cage, he'd fly right into the mirror. And I'd always think, "Even if he thinks the mirror is another room, why doesn't he at least try to avoid hitting the other parakeet?" - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in front of an ambulance the other day, and I noticed that the word "ambulance" was spelled in reverse print on the hood of the ambulance. And I thought, "Well, isn't that clever." I look in the rear-view mirror, I can read the word "ambulance" behind me. Of course while you're reading, you don't see where you're going, you crash, you need an ambulance. I think they're trying to drum up some business on the way back from lunch. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the best man at the wedding. If I'm the best man, why is she marrying him? - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world every day always just exactly fits the newspaper. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun. You don't stare at it. It's too risky. You get a sense of it and then you look away. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men and women all in all, behave just like our basic sexual elements. If you watch single men on a weekend night they really act very much like sperm— all disorganized, bumping into their friends, swimming in the wrong direction. "I was first." "Let me through." "You're on my tail." "That's my spot." They're like the Three Billion Stooges. But the egg is very cool: "Well, who's it going to be? I can divide. I can wait a month. I'm not swimming anywhere." - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men want the same thing from their underwear that they want from women: a little bit of support, and a little bit of freedom. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems to me the basic conflict between men and women, sexually, is that men are like firemen. To men, sex is an emergency, and no matter what we're doing we can be ready in two minutes. Women, on the other hand, are like fire. They're very exciting, but the conditions have to be exactly right for it to occur. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the true spirit of Christmas; people being helped by people other than me. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea behind the tuxedo is the woman's point of view that men are all the same, so we might as well dress them that way. That's why a wedding is like the joining together of a beautiful, glowing bride and some guy. The tuxedo is a wedding safety device, created by women because they know that men are undependable. So in case the groom chickens out, everybody just takes one step over, and she marries the next guy. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's very little advice in men's magazines, because men don't think there's a lot they don't know. Women do. Women want to learn. Men think, "I know what I'm doing, just show me somebody naked." - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it a "building"? It looks like they're finished. Why isn't it a "built"? - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would somebody please explain to me those signs that say, "No animals allowed except for Seeing Eye Dogs?" Who is that sign for? Is it for the dog, or the blind person? - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can measure distance by time. "How far away is it?" "Oh about 20 minutes." But it doesn't work the other way. "When do you get off work?" "Around 3 miles." - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I never get with the limo? The tinted windows. Is that so people don't see you? Yeah, what a better way not to have people notice you than taking a thirty foot Cadillac with a TV antenna and a uniformed driver. How discreet. Nobody cares who's in the limo. You see a limo go by, you know it's either some rich jerk or fifty prom kids with $1.75 each. - Jerry Seinfeld&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.... time to hit the books.... 500 words to go before i go home.... which is far far away....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113032141704983156?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113032141704983156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113032141704983156&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113032141704983156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113032141704983156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/10/some-quotes.html' title='some quotes....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-113007980971650820</id><published>2005-10-23T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T23:03:29.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its time....</title><content type='html'>yes its time. its that time of the year again. time to hit the books again. here i am. outside lt6 on a sunday night. my room is just not a studying place. i study better when i am in school. when i'm surrounded by all the chao muggers whom i hated to much. fuck the bell curve! i hate the curve. making my life so difficult. studying is suppose to be an enjoyable thing, but because of that. its like pointing a gun to my head. BANG! u are dead!&lt;br /&gt;sunday night, not that surprise to see people studying around the campus. cant even find a place to study. everything bench that has power point at the forum is like taken. fuck. even the bench near the engin bridge is taken. fuck fuck. fuck. something stinks. sour. 1054 now. by 1100 i have to get started. its gonna be another long week for me. plenty of deadlines to meet. fuck. everything is just not right recently. fuck knows why. feels like shit all the time. nothing seems to be going my way. i guess this is life. lift u high then let u drop. why haven i felt being lifted for a long time?&lt;br /&gt;if u not gonna make tings better. at least dont make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;ccb. this fucker playing his music so loud. some kind of michael buble type of music. piano and trumpet and all. screw him. being considerate is something that people lack of these days. fuck him.  1058. 2 mins of freedom left. argh! last taste of freedom.... FREEDOM!!!! haven felt that for a long time too. maybe she is right. i am wrapped up in a cling wrap.... haven felt alive. the only time i feel alive is during sunday bball session i guess....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-113007980971650820?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/113007980971650820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=113007980971650820&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113007980971650820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/113007980971650820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-time.html' title='its time....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-112973453321793741</id><published>2005-10-19T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T23:47:19.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the girl from ipanema....</title><content type='html'>hm.... i do know alot of girls from Ipanema....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is this one. then that one. then another one from school. and that and that and that and that and that. and that one too. oh! that one from JC. my year then later went HCJC. then one from primary school tution centre. SO MANY! i think i know almost all the girls in Ipanema already....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! i'm exaggerating.... so the million dollar question is, will u approach her or would u gladly sit and watch her swing so cool and sway so gentle to the beach everytime? hm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shifting house soon.... argh.... must travel further from school now.... should i stay in hall? if i ever gonna stay in hall, it definitely has to be eusoff.... what a cool place to be.... can walk to engin every morning.... hope i get the fourth floor. i just cant stand people walking pass my door or walking pass my window and peering in to see what the fuck am i doing lah. cause most of the time i'll be in my boxers.... so anyone? (eventhough i know that only ghost will read my blog but who cares) anyone willing to let up his room so that i can stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uni life is so busy. no time to relac one corner. no time to catch up with friends. its just sux. so inhumane now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tink engineers are just poor in language lah. cannot blame. today went for a tutorial, someone actually pronounce 'integrity' as 'integrate'. too many integration problems for that guy. haha.... makes me feel good about myself. at least i can tell the difference. everytime i cant pronounce something, someone will laugh at me. but its okay. i'm an ENGINEER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pictures of my house before i shift....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/400/DSC00791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my room with my uncle from taiwan staying over....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/400/DSC00822.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my cousin and niece playing on my bed. yes, they are steph sun's greatest fans.... OI! got clean ur feet or not!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;just wondering how many people actually read this shit that i'm trashing out? so far i only know of 5 person who actually knows about this little corner of cyberspace....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-112973453321793741?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/112973453321793741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=112973453321793741&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112973453321793741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112973453321793741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/10/girl-from-ipanema.html' title='the girl from ipanema....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-112948137725883542</id><published>2005-10-17T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:49:37.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marriage....</title><content type='html'>how important is marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just say that if i can only make one correct decision in my life,&lt;br /&gt;i would want to marry the correct girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the one'? i dont believe in it, but i do believe in something around the vicinity....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making it work? i dont think trying too hard to will make things work eventually....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change for u? i would prefer no one change at all....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of a song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna make u smile whenever you're sad&lt;br /&gt;carry u around when ur arthritis is bad&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do is grow old with u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll get ur medicine when ur tummy aches&lt;br /&gt;build u a fire if the furnace breaks&lt;br /&gt;oh it could be so nice, growing old with u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss u&lt;br /&gt;i'll kiss u&lt;br /&gt;give u my coat when u are cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll need u&lt;br /&gt;i'll feed u&lt;br /&gt;even let u hold the remote control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink&lt;br /&gt;put u to bed if u had too much to drink&lt;br /&gt;i could be the man who grows old with u&lt;br /&gt;i wanna grow old with u....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-112948137725883542?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/112948137725883542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=112948137725883542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112948137725883542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112948137725883542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/10/marriage.html' title='marriage....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-112876096931705500</id><published>2005-10-08T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:07:08.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>basketball and me....</title><content type='html'>many many years ago, there is a kid and his brother. his brother saw that he is growing up to be a fat ass since the kid doesnt play any sports then. so he dragged him fatty ass to the community centre, serangoon garden community centre to be exact, to play bball. they walked, the kid was bouncing this orange ball that looks and smell pretty weird. arrived. after showing how to shoot underneath the basket, the brother left the kid and when to play some pick up game on the other side of the court. the kid, for the first time in his entire life was left with the ball, the board, the rim and the court. keep shooting he did. and he little did he know that he will be shooting for another 12 years. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/400/DunkFreethrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michael Jordan launching from the free throw line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;later the kid went to join his sec sch team, won a few medals. then JC team, won one medal i think. played for his beloved community centre, didnt win anything, heeheehee! joined a few 3 on 3 competition and got first for the most recent one. heeheehee! fluke lah! actually the opponents were lousy. &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/400/freethrowdunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another photo of MJ soaring through the air&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throughout his whole entire live, he was inseparable from basketball. he sweated, cried, bleed, broke 2 bones, went for operation, took all the punishing and pain just for basketball. why? because basketball has given him alot more. the court is his refuge, his hiding place, place that he goes to think and relax. On the court he feels at ease and at peace. the tall rim teaches him to reach up high, constantly reminding him to look up, not down. in pri sch, he tries to touch the board. in sec sch, he tries to touch the rim. in JC he tries to pull the rim. all these jumping and reaching changed his genes i believe. in his family, he is the tallest, standing at 176 when the next didnt even reach 170. the ball teaches that no matter how hard it was being hit, it always bounces back and the harder u hit it, it will bounces back even harder. its all about bouncing back. the sound of the ball dropping through the net "Swoosh" gives him satisfaction. satisfaction that he couldnt find in his studies. from the game, he learn that different persons have different strength and weakness, and learn how that in every organisation, its about maximising the person's strength. he learn thats its a team game, every player has its own job, though some may not be glamours or appreciated, but indirectly it helped the team. thus making him recognise that every single person in an organisation, from corporal to seageant, is important. he also learn that encouragement is a better tool that criticim. most importantly, through the game, it cultivated his fighting spirit and competitiveness. without basketball, all these he wouldnt realise. heeheehee.... kidding! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/400/wings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings." - William Blake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now at the age of 23, the boy realise that his dreams of playing in the NBA and his dream of dunking the ball will probably never be fulfilled. so.... i guess thats it for now my good friend. i shall visit u less often as my body is getting old and are more prone to injuries.... heeheehee.... dont worry, every friday, saturday and sunday i will still visit ya. no worries! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-112876096931705500?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/112876096931705500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=112876096931705500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112876096931705500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112876096931705500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/10/basketball-and-me.html' title='basketball and me....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-112867102539898928</id><published>2005-10-07T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:48:50.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IVP....</title><content type='html'>well, always wanted to end my bball career (but not so much of a career to begin with) by playing for school for the last time. but after reading this, u people will know that i got cut yesterday. usually, u see usually, i will go home, sit down, or in the bath room, or in my car, and i will just think. think about what went wrong, what happen, what this what that, how can i play better, whats my mistakes, is it my mistake or someone else's and blah blah blah. BUT yesterday, yesterday it was cool. everything was just cool. of course it sting alittle (the rejection feeling), but nothing that i cant handle. the main point is, it didnt hurt that bad. quoting from hattori hanzo from kill bill "i can tell u with no ego", that i am better than those who got in. maybe not all, maybe not more than half, but definitely i can get in if not for some factors in which the coach told me. some factors like i've miss all the previous trainings and only coming for the try out, i'm like year 3 engin already and he feels that he rather give the slot to a year 1 so that they can play for NUS longer, and he knows that through his experience, engin students only play for one year and then will concentrate in their studies in year four. from my point of view, they are all fucking crap except for reason number one. i did miss all trainings before that. reason number 2, crappy bull shit lah, they cant play shit man, pinning hope on them is a gamble. bball is not something that u can teach. i've been playing sch team since sec sch. all the tactics and shit is cannot be taught one. this tactic, that tactic. when the game begin, there is only the experience that counts. u cant teach a player to run here and run there and this and that. bball is a living thing, its not dead. only thing is to keep playing, and if u lose, most imptly is to learn from ur mistakes so that u dont make it again. feed on the losing feeling and transform it into something positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the whole, like i said, i'm not sad or anything, cause i know i'm good. period. this is not jealousy, its confidence with no self doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-112867102539898928?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/112867102539898928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=112867102539898928&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112867102539898928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112867102539898928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/10/ivp.html' title='IVP....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-112835201683795523</id><published>2005-10-03T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T23:06:56.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ifg, versus business....</title><content type='html'>fucked up day,&lt;br /&gt;fucked up night,&lt;br /&gt;fucked up school,&lt;br /&gt;fucked up life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is so fucked up today except for this fucked up post&lt;br /&gt;fucked up game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked up ray who fucked up his shots and getting fucked up 'travelling' call&lt;br /&gt;FUCK RAY! u play bball for how long already? still travel?!?! WTF!!!! u sux ray!&lt;br /&gt;but its okay, this post is going to remind u of the fucked up feeling that u are feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember what happen when the referee call for the travelling foul on u?&lt;br /&gt;remember what happen when u dribble in on a fast break and let go of a poor shot when u can just take it outside?&lt;br /&gt;remember how u got so worried that its going to be a barren game that u took that 3point without going through ur fucking head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember, it doesnt matter how many 3on3 or 4on4 games that u play, its the 5on5 thats counted. SO U BETTER SORT UR FUCKING MIND UP! fucked up ray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if engin beat business? who gives a shit about the game, u played like shit. u are a disgrace to urself. still want to join what IVP. go fuck urself lah. stop wasting time in bball cause u are a short ass and u cant play! no matter how long u practice or how many shots u make while practicing, its the shots made in the game that counts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now u lousy piece of shit.... fuck off and do some studying....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-112835201683795523?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/112835201683795523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=112835201683795523&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112835201683795523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112835201683795523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/10/ifg-versus-business.html' title='ifg, versus business....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-112801213578190065</id><published>2005-09-30T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T00:42:15.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spend Some Time.... (by Eminem)</title><content type='html'>[Eminem]&lt;br /&gt;If there's any bitches in this room, then there's something I gotta say&lt;br /&gt;For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way&lt;br /&gt;I've been down that road and now I'm back, sittin' on square one&lt;br /&gt;Tryna pick myself up where I started from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Obie Trice]&lt;br /&gt;I never woulda thought that I'd see you outta control&lt;br /&gt;Even though my penis was deep down in your hole&lt;br /&gt;You should know between us we was like mates to soul&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could intervene us, especially no hoes&lt;br /&gt;You was more or so the chalant type, I chose&lt;br /&gt;To more shows, haunted you nights I suppose&lt;br /&gt;That's how it go, with time spent, emotion grows&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, friends we decided to roll&lt;br /&gt;So who's responsible when you get excited, explode&lt;br /&gt;And Obie's grinning, then you invite that Obie's cold&lt;br /&gt;But bitches the gon' talk, niggas they gon' hate&lt;br /&gt;We established this way before we became mates&lt;br /&gt;So whats required is that you chill with all that fire&lt;br /&gt;Get your desire when I retire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd find someone to be mine&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows I was right cuz you just crossed the line&lt;br /&gt;Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eminem]&lt;br /&gt;I used to say I never met a girl like you before&lt;br /&gt;Still ain't got a fuckin' clue as to who you truly are&lt;br /&gt;Almost went as far as introducing you to my daughters&lt;br /&gt;Till you went as far as goin' and snoopin' through my drawers&lt;br /&gt;Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore&lt;br /&gt;You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls&lt;br /&gt;If you recall I used to treat you as a groupie broad&lt;br /&gt;When we fucked I refused to even take my jewelry off&lt;br /&gt;But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off&lt;br /&gt;It was a shock, it struck me as odd but it turned me on&lt;br /&gt;You started getting moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue&lt;br /&gt;And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me&lt;br /&gt;And who woulda even knew that who woulda even thought possibly&lt;br /&gt;Cupid could shoot another one of them God damn darts at me&lt;br /&gt;It's true that I got shot in the heart&lt;br /&gt;But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are&lt;br /&gt;But see, when you're in it it's too hard to see&lt;br /&gt;Till you pull up and see some other dude's car parked and reach&lt;br /&gt;Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat&lt;br /&gt;Before you make a decision that's life altering&lt;br /&gt;And just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave&lt;br /&gt;You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Stat Quo]&lt;br /&gt;In most cases, Stat's attitude is fuck-a-bitch&lt;br /&gt;My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch&lt;br /&gt;But you was different, thought we shared a covenant&lt;br /&gt;Even held your hand in public, we sufferin' because of this&lt;br /&gt;Shorty on some whole 'notha other shit&lt;br /&gt;Tryna play sick thinkin' i'mma trick off rick&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit, I was caught in the mix, down to commit&lt;br /&gt;Feed you the best of me, I shoulda fed you piss&lt;br /&gt;We started off closer than close&lt;br /&gt;But who coulda predicted to know, your triflin' ways woulda stopped our growth&lt;br /&gt;And the final result, back in that same boat&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself, do I love these hoes? NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[50 cent]&lt;br /&gt;Em introduced us, "50 this is Tanya, Tanya this is 50"&lt;br /&gt;Then slid off and left her to kick it with me&lt;br /&gt;I complimented her, I said you have very nice lips&lt;br /&gt;With my imagination, I could see her suckin' my dick&lt;br /&gt;We played the phone game, a week later, shit changed fast&lt;br /&gt;Had her comin' over in a cab to give me some ass&lt;br /&gt;Downtown Manhattan on the balcony, stare at the skyline&lt;br /&gt;Penthouse full of imported shit, you know how I grind&lt;br /&gt;She got to talkin', talkin' like an opportunist too&lt;br /&gt;Why talk when suckin' my dick is the real career move?&lt;br /&gt;Said she's an inspiring actress, she do videos for practice&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, know how many times I done heard that shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-112801213578190065?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/112801213578190065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=112801213578190065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112801213578190065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112801213578190065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/09/spend-some-time-by-eminem.html' title='Spend Some Time.... (by Eminem)'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-112754977056466798</id><published>2005-09-24T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T18:14:19.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raji's poems....</title><content type='html'>hey ray&lt;br /&gt;have you had hay&lt;br /&gt;do you have anything to say&lt;br /&gt;dont just say nay&lt;br /&gt;relax and on the beach u should lay&lt;br /&gt;will u do that okay&lt;br /&gt;.......................................&lt;br /&gt;My password is funny&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can take my money&lt;br /&gt;You can’t call me honey&lt;br /&gt;Cos I’m else’s bunny&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it’s so sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got some potatoes in the gunny&lt;br /&gt;I hope my nose isn’t so runny&lt;br /&gt;Or not it’ll be rainy&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so whiny&lt;br /&gt;It all started with my password being funny&lt;br /&gt;.......................................&lt;br /&gt;Hi, my name is AK&lt;br /&gt;I work at BK&lt;br /&gt;I wear a shirt from CK&lt;br /&gt;My boyfriend’s name is JK&lt;br /&gt;And he was born at KK&lt;br /&gt;And settled at HK &lt;br /&gt;I love LK&lt;br /&gt;Cos he bought me jewellery from SK&lt;br /&gt;And we like to hang out at TK&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is OK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-112754977056466798?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/112754977056466798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=112754977056466798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112754977056466798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112754977056466798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/09/rajis-poems.html' title='Raji&apos;s poems....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-112745820740595922</id><published>2005-09-23T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T15:16:11.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye In the Sky....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Lead vocal - Eric Woolfson)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't think sorry's easily said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't try turning tables instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You've taken lots of chances before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But I'm not gonna give anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;That's how it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause part of me knows what you're thinkin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't say words you're gonna regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't let the fire rush to your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've heard the accusation before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I ain't gonna take any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The sun in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Made some of the lies worth believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am the eye in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Looking at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can read your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I am the maker of rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dealing with fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can cheat you blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;And I don't need to see any more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;To know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I can read your mind, I can read your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't leave false illusions behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't cry cause I ain't changing my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So find another fool like before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause I ain't gonna live anymore believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Some of the lies while all of the signs are deceiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-112745820740595922?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/112745820740595922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=112745820740595922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112745820740595922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112745820740595922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/09/eye-in-sky.html' title='Eye In the Sky....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-112739902887073383</id><published>2005-09-22T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:23:48.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brownie....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/1600/DSC01834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/400/DSC01834.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my own soft toy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7826/1473/400/DSC01832.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Miao pulling Brownie's whiskers....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-112739902887073383?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/112739902887073383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=112739902887073383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112739902887073383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112739902887073383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/09/brownie.html' title='Brownie....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-112737994150373632</id><published>2005-09-22T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T17:05:41.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sony PSP</title><content type='html'>WooHoo! Wrote this using my Sony PSP with school's wireless network! Everyone should get one of these! Fucking COOL sia! Fucking please. Wait a min, I should be studying.... hm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-112737994150373632?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/112737994150373632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=112737994150373632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112737994150373632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112737994150373632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/09/sony-psp.html' title='Sony PSP'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-112668351236437990</id><published>2005-09-14T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T15:38:32.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vocabulary....</title><content type='html'>f.f = fuck face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f.o = fuck off....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f.o.a.d = fuck off and die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f.o.a.d.s = fuck off and die sucker....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f.u.b.a.r = fucked up beyond all recognition....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anymore? can contribute in my comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-112668351236437990?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/112668351236437990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=112668351236437990&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112668351236437990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112668351236437990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/09/vocabulary.html' title='vocabulary....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15790224.post-112498493166098507</id><published>2005-08-26T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T23:48:51.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a break....</title><content type='html'>dont think we will be getting back together ever again&lt;br /&gt;not at least for a few years&lt;br /&gt;not like the last time we broke&lt;br /&gt;hope that this will be the last break&lt;br /&gt;hope that i will not regret this break&lt;br /&gt;hope that this break will be good for the both of us....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15790224-112498493166098507?l=rayshaw23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/feeds/112498493166098507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15790224&amp;postID=112498493166098507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112498493166098507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15790224/posts/default/112498493166098507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayshaw23.blogspot.com/2005/08/break.html' title='a break....'/><author><name>ray</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05878300864110726297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
