<?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-8605913294470613985</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:31:36.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Point-Blank</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605913294470613985.post-5474695498211673630</id><published>2009-02-16T11:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:00:36.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was dead..</title><content type='html'>I feel that the title is quite fitting for such an occassion.. but mainly it is to describe that just now, i slept like a log, hence i could not hear my alarm, my sms-es and calls. So, to me, i was dead for like 4 and a 1/2 hours. And i just woke up, so i'm feeling a bit groggy, so... Oh yeah. Sorry Gorilla, JK, BC and the others who were playing basketball just now. I really wanted to come la, but you know, these things happen, can't help it. So if you are reading this, sorry ah... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple. I ton-ned  (hopefully that's how it's spelt.) I was up all night till 6, actually to be exact, 5.53 am at Mcdonald's 24/7 studying. Was with two beautiful ladies, haha... Actualy 1, in my perspective. Oh, and i saw Lewis there but didn't want to say hi 'cause i was really, really, tired..&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a zombie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of dead for 4 (and a 1/2) hours and feeling like a zombie , I am starting to play L4D. For the gamers, you would probably know it and label me 'noob' for knowing about it until this late. But what it is, is that it's a game (duh) and the plot is that you are one of the 4 survivors of a widely-spread infection and have to get out of the city to be saved, or win. At least that's what's happening so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, this blog was, like, DEAD! haha.. Haven't been blogging for a long time, haha, but it's not as if some stalker is reading it to know my every move right? However I feel it is better if I have a stalker. At least i know someone is reading my blog. But i still don't know the fun of blogging yet. I'm just doing this for... fun. Ironic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i said about changing to a new blog skin so here it is. I decided to use a friend's blog skin so she can appreciate one of her works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, good luck and all the best to all TP students for their upcoming exams! Especially, those with six fucking papers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-5474695498211673630?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/5474695498211673630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=5474695498211673630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/5474695498211673630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/5474695498211673630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-dead.html' title='I was dead..'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-8932172607934279760</id><published>2009-01-05T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:37:03.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY TEAM TEMASEK DAY!!</title><content type='html'>Oh today was a very bright day! Bright red, to be precise. School was filled with people dressed in red tees, mostly in front of the library. I also wore red, a polo t-shirt. Went near the auditorium to form the Team Temasek logo. As we were forming up the shape, above us was the bridge, where the photographer was supposed to be, and this girl was walking past it. When she stopped and looked down to say hi to her friends, and because the railing 'wall' was transparent.. Upskirt. Wow. We did shout it out loud so she knows; then she ran towards a banner, hung near the bridge, to cover up her lower torso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, met up with Mansur, by chance, and ate at Mickey D's. We were planning to at LJS but apparently it closed down. So we were catching up, talking about how shitty Megavideo has become, sitting beside a see-through glass window, and saw this group of what we assumed are Mats. I joked to him that we should flip them off, and he looked at them through the glass window and said the softest, most sissified 'fuck you la..' i have ever heard. It was funny then. It may not seem funny now, but i guess you have to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That guy is an endless supply of skinny, retarded and curly haired jokes. Our 'gang' can make fun of him and he justs laughs along with us, or blow it off with the classic 'fuck you.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-8932172607934279760?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/8932172607934279760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=8932172607934279760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/8932172607934279760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/8932172607934279760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-team-temasek-day.html' title='HAPPY TEAM TEMASEK DAY!!'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-568399913976502211</id><published>2009-01-02T01:01:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:19:40.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-reflection</title><content type='html'>While I am at it, might as well tell my new year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, i think i want to be a better son, brother, friend, person than i was last year. It's a new year so, i want to act more maturely and be more sensitive to others around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i am also planning to change the template of the blog. Right now, it looks.. plain, i guess.. planning to have one with some animations..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Just finished watching Iljimae. It's a nice drama. If you are not watching for the storyline, watch because of the main character's father, 'cause he is my favourite character in the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics. Only 2. haha. Lazy to find more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303244743959405586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3do3NXpOVsQ/SZjo_zCoZBI/AAAAAAAAADM/sVcTUZbQ91w/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 411px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i294.photobucket.com/albums/mm96/javabeans122/drama/other/iljimae2-011.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the touching scene where the main character regains his memory after 13 years and grieves over his father's death. No subs, though. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B5l_PJHpPvA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B5l_PJHpPvA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-568399913976502211?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/568399913976502211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=568399913976502211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/568399913976502211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/568399913976502211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2009/01/self-reflection.html' title='Self-reflection'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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/_3do3NXpOVsQ/SZjo_zCoZBI/AAAAAAAAADM/sVcTUZbQ91w/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605913294470613985.post-7787110515036083394</id><published>2009-01-01T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:40:07.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!</title><content type='html'>Everybody, Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honour of  the year 2009, I will write 9 languages saying 'Happy New Year!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clears throat*&lt;br /&gt;Xing Nian Kuai Le! - Mandarin&lt;br /&gt;Sun Nien Fai Lok! - Cantonese&lt;br /&gt;Selamat Tahun Baru! - Indonesia (Bahasa)&lt;br /&gt;Akemashite Omedetou Gozaimasu! - Japanese&lt;br /&gt;Saehae Bokmanee Bateusaeyo! - Korean&lt;br /&gt;Bonne Année! - French&lt;br /&gt;Sawatdee Pi Mai! - Thai&lt;br /&gt;Chuc Mung Nam Moi! - Vietnamese&lt;br /&gt;Hauoli Makahiki Hou! - Hawaiian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-7787110515036083394?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/7787110515036083394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=7787110515036083394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/7787110515036083394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/7787110515036083394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!!'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-5073358542748719659</id><published>2008-12-27T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T03:39:43.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Stop Believing</title><content type='html'>The day begins with me, waking up.. no, when i received a call from my sister saying she forgot something and i had to pass it to her.. typical..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, i met up my old secondary school friends, planned to watch a movie later, and after that, dinner. In the meantime, i went to Bugis to pass the forgotten item to my sister. Just after i thought the mission was accomplished, she called me to pass her 10 bucks because she forgot to bring money with her TO WORK, when i was on the bus on the way to Bishan. So i had to get off the bus, walked back to her place and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second bus back, an Indian dude (not discriminating any races), got on the bus topless. TOPLESS. I saw two 'eyes'! If he had a nice body, might make sense, 'cause he wants to show it off, it might wow some girls and cause some envy among the guys in the bus. But it was like a geezer's physique, his spare tyre hanging out. How is he going to argue about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, the weather in S'pore valy hot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is hot, at least have some decency to wear a singlet. People will appreciate the effort, or at least won't be disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.50 pm, Movie time. Bedtime Stories. I liked it, and apparently so do the rest of the people in the theater. I liked the pet and the children's roles in the movie, but it is a typical fairy tale sort of storyline. It appeals to the younger audience, so that is good. I don't want to review it too much, 'cause everybody hates spoilers, mostly. But it is a good movie nonetheless, much better than shaolin girl that has a crappy ending. Oh, the trailer "Love Matters" shown before the movie was quite good so i'm probably going to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during dinner, we ate at KFC, but not before squaring off at PES 2009. At first, i sucked! Then i warmed up enough to score a SPECTACULAR goal against Azri. The keyword there was 'a'. From then on, it was normal goals. We made a lot of noise there but who cares? It was night time and KFC was about to close. Oh i also played Big 2.5 with Mansur and Azri. Azri was noob but a little more practice and he can be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284185241473342450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3do3NXpOVsQ/SVUyevVhW_I/AAAAAAAAADE/Ahl2bYRdr8A/s320/DSC00375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Mansur's house to transfer some games and chill at about 10.30. No offence, but i really don't like the smell of cigarette smoke. We left at about 11.45 and the neighbourhood was eerily spooky. For me, i guess. But Hendra lighten the mood by telling us a classic scene during secondary school. Our ex-VP, who wasn't very good in English but was excellent in Mandarin, went on stage to give an announcement. Barely ten words had been spoken and he had the students in the hall in stitches. He went, "Schooes.." *A little sniggering* "The DM had menses before that.." *An outburst of laughter* It was sad as he didn't know what happened, why everybody laughed even before he finished his sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, then we all went home and sleep. The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-5073358542748719659?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/5073358542748719659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=5073358542748719659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/5073358542748719659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/5073358542748719659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-stop-believing.html' title='Don&apos;t Stop Believing'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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/_3do3NXpOVsQ/SVUyevVhW_I/AAAAAAAAADE/Ahl2bYRdr8A/s72-c/DSC00375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605913294470613985.post-6709527115418650778</id><published>2008-12-26T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:27:14.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!!</title><content type='html'>Last Christmas, I gave you my heart&lt;br /&gt;But the very next day, you gave it away&lt;br /&gt;This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, merry christmas. I watched Don't Forget The Lyrics on 5 just now and saw myself in it, 'cause Temasek Poly students were the audience!!! I remembered the director said that we were the best audience ever. Yeah! I was so retarded during the filming, but at least not a lot of people recognised me there.. I hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't receive any presents yet, but it doesn't matter since I'm not celebrating it. Still, Merry Christmas to all. Hehe.. Or is it because I'm on the naughty list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-6709527115418650778?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/6709527115418650778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=6709527115418650778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/6709527115418650778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/6709527115418650778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!!'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-2156750268994782990</id><published>2008-12-23T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:41:06.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SU Christmas Bash</title><content type='html'>7.30 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTY!!! I spend the evening at the Student Lounge, eating, drinking, camwhoring, basically partying.. Everybody looked ridiculously funny with their pajamas on, and so was the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balloons were blown up, either way, we were dancing to the music, cotton wool were placed at various parts.. and then comes the gift exchange.. ever get the same gift you bought? Haiz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was photo taking, the year 1s, 2s, and 3s, also 4s.. haha.. when the song 'Graduation' was sung, some of the year 3s teared.. Not mentioning names.. That would be rude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I had a good time.. It rocked.. and good nite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-2156750268994782990?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/2156750268994782990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=2156750268994782990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/2156750268994782990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/2156750268994782990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2008/12/su-christmas-bash.html' title='SU Christmas Bash'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-8958561017987004500</id><published>2008-12-22T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:49:36.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE NEXO!!!</title><content type='html'>OTC RAWKS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N IS FOR NEXO!&lt;br /&gt;MAMACITA LOCO!&lt;br /&gt;YES YES, NO NO!&lt;br /&gt;NEXO NEXO, SI PEH HOH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-8958561017987004500?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/8958561017987004500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=8958561017987004500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/8958561017987004500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/8958561017987004500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-nexo.html' title='I LOVE NEXO!!!'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-1853815647269861220</id><published>2008-12-01T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:24:13.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>2 weeks have gone by since the operation.. haha.. it seems like the focus of this post is still abt my toe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i went for the appointment to check on how my toe was.. Skipped a lecture and a tutorial.. No big deal.. The appointment was at Tan Tock Seng Hospital.. I still find the name funny.. Tan Tock Seng..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I was waiting, playing my PSP, then the nurse called my name.. And the doctor was the same person who operated on my toe.. She asked a few standard questions.. then she proceed to check on the toe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing.. Doctors are supposed to be gentle right, removing the bandage slowly and carefully? But what she did was she tried to remove it in a hurry.. but not like the waxing kind of hurry where you, one shot, pull the whole thing of.. like pfft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she did it in a bit of a rush cause doctors have a lot of patients to see to, and it's not suppose to hurt, but you know when time goes by, the bandage will stick to the skin and it hurts when she does that.. I let out a cry of pain or two then.. At that point, I thought to myself, *Hilman is a pussy, Hilman is a pussy, ha haha ha ha..* As if it help that my friends in school called me that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my toe is fine, the top is a bit macerated.. I was like "huh?" when my doctor first said it, but it means like soften or separate into parts by steeping in a liquid, ya, had to search the dict for that.. So now, I went to remove the stitches and the metal thing on my toe.. It was then during the removal, it was just one stitch.. (btw, I had to look up the word 'stitch'.. it goes to show i really miss my English teacher..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I have a bandage on my toe and I can't do sports for like a month, or more.. until my nail grows back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures? No, might be too gross.. For now, a song.. It's recommended by my sister, haha, so must listen! There is another version for this one, but i prefer this one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/CKfV7L0GYp/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/CKfV7L0GYp/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/-UPbAv/music/FoHMBT21/mika_happy_ending/"&gt;Happy Ending - MIKA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-1853815647269861220?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/1853815647269861220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=1853815647269861220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/1853815647269861220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/1853815647269861220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2008/12/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-7992244149380647919</id><published>2008-11-18T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:31:02.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pai kah kia...</title><content type='html'>So if you are wondering why I didn't go to school for the past few days, it's because i had a surgery on Monday and now i have two weeks MC! haha, my studies are going to go downhill though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Monday, I still can walk normally, eat normally, do everything normally, just with a swollen toe.. And if you can see the pic, it's swollen on the right side of the big one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270746290730523698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3do3NXpOVsQ/SSVz02gzXDI/AAAAAAAAACc/cZwEFWL1Iwg/s320/DSC00333.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.30, arrival at tan tock seng, operation time 10.30. In the meantime, i got into a pretty pink robe, with a nice see through hat. Beneath it is a nice white robe where the nurse tied only the top part, leaving my ass exposed.. ... No, they were kind enough to supply enough disposable undies to me, 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as i wait in the pre-surgery room, watching the amazing race (the one where they have to dress up in a cow's outfit and embarassing themselves in public, kinda like the situation i was in), a HOT girl came into the room and sat beside me yo!! Haiz, i felt so embarassed to sit beside a girl, looking like a girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270756875703700834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3do3NXpOVsQ/SSV9c-nETWI/AAAAAAAAAC0/bvK6xdaqbMc/s320/DSC00339.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3,2,1, time for surgery. The surgeons were all wearing masks, like they are covering their faces to not reveal the monsters they are. But there was one who kept talking to me, comforting me when i was in my bed. From her eyes, she must be really jjang! Might be an intern.&lt;/p&gt;Process-wise, my foot was washed thoroughly, between each toes (very ticklish), then was spread with a yellow fluid (antiseptic?), and given three injections on the toe. First two was fine, the doctor told me to breathe in and out as it would be painful, and it was for like, what, three seconds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That surgeon comforted me in between each injections.. hmm, how nice.. then the third one was going to be injected but i didn't know when, so when it pierced my skin, i reflexed and it... u know, went a little more than where it's supposed to be.. it hurts, i won't lie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i wasn't asleep so I saw the whole process, almost.. A surgeon took away my glasses so i was practically blind.. When they were operating, i could still feel some pain, so they had to inject me a fourth time.. *faints* After that, i felt some pressure on my toe but no pain.. And that was my little experience at the operating theatre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sent to the post surgery room and took a look at my toe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270755435004506594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3do3NXpOVsQ/SSV8JHlnMeI/AAAAAAAAACs/lo7qGPEe6Ic/s320/DSC00335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And u can see a bit of blood on the right side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270758979030427010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3do3NXpOVsQ/SSV_XaHPJYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/iSqGbJnRS7M/s320/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final bandages! And now i walked with a limp.Haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-7992244149380647919?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/7992244149380647919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=7992244149380647919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/7992244149380647919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/7992244149380647919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2008/11/pai-kah-kia.html' title='Pai kah kia...'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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/_3do3NXpOVsQ/SSVz02gzXDI/AAAAAAAAACc/cZwEFWL1Iwg/s72-c/DSC00333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605913294470613985.post-6422928834909667683</id><published>2008-11-12T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:54:52.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They call it Mega Mcspicy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3do3NXpOVsQ/SRrm5xP5uyI/AAAAAAAAACM/OSp8IYGJ3KI/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3do3NXpOVsQ/SRrm5xP5uyI/AAAAAAAAACM/OSp8IYGJ3KI/s320/DSC00327.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267776594310183714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer calling it by its traditional name, MCSPICY DOUBLE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. Bought it on the way home today... but the bus was damn cold lor, not to mention it was raining during that time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news and bad news, which one first? ... ok good news, I went for the interview for GLs!! woots!! and the bad news, there are over 1000 applicants!!! NANI?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, really bad news and some worse news... Really bad news is when i went into the interview, i was overpowered by not one, not two, but four experienced ex-GLS!!! One by one threw out all model ansewers to the questions answered and left with zilch... I was so stunned, my system just shut down and i became emo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the worse news... I am so not a PL for TPRAWKS... It just so happens I have a minor surgery on that day and sufficient rest is needed for the following days.. KANNASAI!!! WALAU!!! ABCDEFG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness rocks.. haha.. By the way, i am loving the song, Today More Than Yesterday by Kim Jong Kook.. Peace... &lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/JSfg_Oqblh/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/JSfg_Oqblh/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/8ptpNGW/music/F0602QhL/kim_jong_kook_today_more_than_yesterday/"&gt;Today More Than Yesterday - Kim Jong Kook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-6422928834909667683?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/6422928834909667683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=6422928834909667683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/6422928834909667683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/6422928834909667683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-call-it-mega-mcspicy.html' title='They call it Mega Mcspicy...'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3do3NXpOVsQ/SRrm5xP5uyI/AAAAAAAAACM/OSp8IYGJ3KI/s72-c/DSC00327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605913294470613985.post-7389945349817209350</id><published>2008-11-11T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:03:45.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold...</title><content type='html'>Now at silicon studio 1.. it may sound sophisticated but actually it's just a place with a bunch of computers solely for the use of BIT students.. oh, at it's so COLD... brr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently i am waiting for mr see-toh to arrive.. i so need a sandwich.. in fact i'm going out right now to get one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, (listening to the song "rainism") i don't want to do my mom's transcript leh.. Her english needs improvement but i can't possibly say it like that.. it will hurt her feelings.. Oh, See-toh arrived.. gotta get that sandwich..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-7389945349817209350?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/7389945349817209350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=7389945349817209350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/7389945349817209350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/7389945349817209350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2008/11/cold.html' title='Cold...'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-2446946267635800724</id><published>2008-10-07T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T02:02:09.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy..</title><content type='html'>Had a Poly Forum Health Theme outing just now.. Met up at City Hall MRT station at 5.30, went to Popeyes for dinner, can't bear to tell them i was fasting :P, so i just claimed i was waiting for gary to come. Yes, Gary came!! Food's ok, lots of photo taking, camwhoring rather, played "bang! who died?", some ppl still dun get it, sara was itching to tell them how it works, and in the end, she did. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went into the yakult forest or smth, took more pics, fed the fishes, more group pics, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we walked towards esplanade, by then gary's gotta go, so along the way, we got crazy and took pics, chase cars, buses, slowed down just to make any unsuspecting two to walk together and call it a scandal.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the top floor and took some more pics, told ghost stories, and then went back home.. woah.. sleepy.. good nite.. zzz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-2446946267635800724?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/2446946267635800724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=2446946267635800724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/2446946267635800724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/2446946267635800724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2008/10/sleepy.html' title='Sleepy..'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-1083058772931411916</id><published>2008-10-02T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T00:35:58.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWOL</title><content type='html'>What the hell have i been doing all these time? Gotta update blog man.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that, Selamat Hari Raya, Maaf Zahir dan Batin to all the Muslims!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recap on the past few days, weeks, maybe months, no, not months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Hari Raya, lots of people came to my house and i met some &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, BIT 1E04 has a blog!! Planning an outing for next tues, some dude called jonathan wants to tag along??? Who is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backtack, had poly forum at downtown east, chalet's fun, Health theme rox!!, Btw, i lost my glasses and jacket there.. HUR!!! Made a lot of new friends, activities can be improved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-1083058772931411916?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/1083058772931411916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=1083058772931411916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/1083058772931411916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/1083058772931411916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2008/10/awol.html' title='AWOL'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-6838265120376693152</id><published>2008-08-01T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:23:30.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KevJumba (still) ROCKS!!</title><content type='html'>Sup? Today was a bad day. Woke up early but still freaking groggy. Had to skip econs lecture. Sorry, Nee Tat. :( Next time, treat you drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip Friday prayers today (again). Shit, been skipping it too much. Must be more disciplined, HILMAN!!! CTOS was lame, but still fun. Returned the Robin costume. Ate chocolate cream pie on the way home. Kick ass food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of kick ass, if you still don't know or watch Kevjumba on YouTube..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oDigaWrvCq4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oDigaWrvCq4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a comic! Watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-6838265120376693152?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/6838265120376693152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=6838265120376693152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/6838265120376693152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/6838265120376693152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2008/08/kevjumba-still-rocks.html' title='KevJumba (still) ROCKS!!'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-6632082351011700091</id><published>2008-08-01T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:00:44.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..</title><content type='html'>After six months hiatus.. Hilman has returned to blogging.. with a new writing style..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised my blog has to be updated, maybe due to. However it's so difficult to post the whole day in a post as it will be shit ass long. Therefore I'm gonna write what happened in the day in short sentences, avoiding using articles. If possible, I'll just upload pictures to summarise everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chun Hui lent me his boots. Saw Violet , Siti Donkey and Najihahaha. Btw, collected testi. Read comments, made me feel like king. Caught up a bit. They have really grown. Siti still the same as ever. Najiha's new spunk a bit like Sureli. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school for TPSU tea party. Ector's theme was catwoman. Everyone wore black. Dressed up as Robin. Yes, from Teen Titans. Latiff wore a bra. Stuff them with paper balls. Sean dressed up as Joker. Classic. Took loads of pix. Loads. Ate dinner. Not bad. Some magic trix were performed by Alson. Fire produced when opened a wallet, blue light that "passes" through his body. Had to guess main comm's character. Brandon's the easiest, tongs in between hands, wolverine. Tat Yi's Mr Muscle. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prize awarding ceremony. Joker and Robin were best dressed. All I remembered. Took more pix. Beginning to become a camwhore. Went home with costume on. Still regretting it a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-6632082351011700091?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/6632082351011700091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=6632082351011700091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/6632082351011700091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/6632082351011700091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally.html' title='Finally..'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-8097702609155476868</id><published>2008-01-24T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:14:54.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YATTA!!</title><content type='html'>SUP, Y'ALL?!  The o' level results are out!! And that's the topic I'm going to talk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I felt a little faint, my palms got sweaty, and unable to control the shaking after my exercise. (...) OK, it's just a joke. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Laugh, damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back on topic. I was awoken this morning by my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;handphone&lt;/span&gt;. Apparently, someone has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt;-ed me on when to meet later. I'm not going to say who the person is because "Christiano &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ronaldo&lt;/span&gt;" was nervous about his results that he was unable to sleep. But then, I was lazy to do anything about it so, back to sleep. However, I was awoken again by him, this time, at a better time, around 11, asking about the meeting later on. Yeah, so I got prepared and met up with them. We prayed at the mosque, got all serious and coincidentally met with "Torres". Haven't seen him for a long time. His hair got really thick, his chin, a little stubby, and lost some weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I bought some food at Mickey D's, and went to school for the moment of truth. Before that moment, I caught up with some of my friends. But then, the-now-part-time ex-form teacher of mine had to ruin the any chance I have of misunderstanding her of being a total bitch with razor blades for a vagina, by simply commenting sarcastically, "You didn't study for Bio huh?" And after I had to wait for three months of fruitless job-hunting, three months of endless rain that denied me chance of playing my favourite sport, THREE MONTHS. And she just had to say that because she has cobwebs in between her thighs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;. Good job, Jarrod. Passed your combined physics and chem and rubbed that in her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I have done well, but could be better. My lowest is 16 and highest is 34 for L1R4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, after that, I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bugis&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Azri&lt;/span&gt; to collect our jersey and shorts for the basketball competition. Along the way there, I contacted some people and shared the news. After arriving at our destination, we collected the items and ate at Long John. There, I received a call from my sister, saying I can't get into my desired course because I failed my combined humanities. *boo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;* Because of that, I got really depressed. I went home, closed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;room door&lt;/span&gt; and went to sleep. My dad got worried and we had a heart to heart. He told me sometimes God or fate has something else in store for us. He said we as people should broaden our thinking and not keep to a one track mind. He talked on people doing what they can at first then slowly moving towards your dream as we might not be ready for it yet or it's probably not what we really want. So what we have to do is look ahead, move on, and strive for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this chat, I felt better and more confident in doing my best. Side story: I watched "Are you smarter than a fifth grader" and the female contestant can't answer a 3rd grade trigonometry question. Wow. For all who did well, very well, good for you. Hopefully you can get into your desired courses. And for those who did not do well, don't dwell on it. Look ahead, move on. Fighting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who supported me. I appreciate everything you all done for me. And all those who bullied me and got lousier grades than me, IN YOUR FACE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MWAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;!! I ROCK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-8097702609155476868?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/8097702609155476868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=8097702609155476868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/8097702609155476868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/8097702609155476868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2008/01/yatta.html' title='YATTA!!'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-5517088284602950486</id><published>2008-01-07T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:54:32.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahahahahahahahahaha.. hmm.. yeah..</title><content type='html'>I know, i know.. i was supposed to write about my trip in Malaysia but then i realised, after seeing meng keat's display name, ... hold on, let me copy it now.. huh, unable to copy it.. well, just have to write it out.. Oh sorry, right, his display name was "cAme bAcK FrM Malaysia after 3 weeks!!! MiSS mY COM!!!" and i realised, who gives a crap? Plus, i was gone for only three days so what the hell, what's up with that? No offence to the nose-digging golden monkey's anus though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is just an update of the boring, mundane time of waiting for the stupid o' level results that's going to be come out during february, possibly after chinese new year.. information received straight from the horse's mouth, Sharifah Fadhlon Aljunied, so you can confirm it with her.. Not that she's a horse or anything.. haha.. even though she may look like one from a certain angle.. Hey, isn't there an MRT station callled Aljunied? haha.. classic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't say it in her face.. that's disrespectful.. hmm.. ... i watched one piece till episode 295.. You know, the anime where japan made the main character having the ability of Mr. Fantastic.. the one about pirates.. Marimo head? 8000 followers? Mellorine? No? Anyway, i'm now to watch the rubber dude pulverise the pigeon dude or vice versa.. ... Knick knack paddywag, give a dog a bone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-5517088284602950486?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/5517088284602950486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=5517088284602950486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/5517088284602950486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/5517088284602950486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2008/01/hahahahahahahahahahaha-hmm-yeah.html' title='Hahahahahahahahahahaha.. hmm.. yeah..'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-1614378876530088408</id><published>2007-12-22T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T17:31:58.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back, peeps!</title><content type='html'>Yo, i'm finally back from Kuala Lumpur so wassup?! ... ... ... YOU DIDN'T EVEN KNOW I WAS GONE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind. For now, I'm back to my hometown, Singapore(woot!). Since i've just got back home, i'm feeling a little drowsy from the 5-hour trip on the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on the way home, i took some time to soak in some of the blazing-hot-ass-Singapore sun.. before it starts raining since it is the rainy season. Just going to keep short for some nappy time. Oh, i'll take this time to say Selamat Hari Raya Haji to all Muslims :), and Merry Christmas to all the Christians, even though Christmas is in two days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please support Ahn So Hee from Wonder Girls in her new movie Some Like It Hot/I Like It HoT. Here's the trailer. Hehe, sorry, no subs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VX1_aeSf8uY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VX1_aeSf8uY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for my next post which will probably be about my trip to KL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-1614378876530088408?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/1614378876530088408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=1614378876530088408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/1614378876530088408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/1614378876530088408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back-peeps.html' title='I&apos;m back, peeps!'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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-8605913294470613985.post-3947955749439223669</id><published>2007-12-18T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T04:34:26.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical 'rough start but soon smooth sailing' day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I woke up at 11.00 am this morning by my natural alarm clock.. It went its usual, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hilman&lt;/span&gt;! Wake up! It's now *the time*! You still haven't do this and that! Hurry, wake up!" So i dragged my half-asleep ass to the bathroom and bathe. I was actually thankful at 'ayah'(my dad!!) for waking me up as I was supposed to meet the gang for soccer at 12. My mom is going to have an interview at 3 for her Masters(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;!) so my 'ayah' is going to give her moral support by accompanying her(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aww&lt;/span&gt;..).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, i met up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Azri&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;TPY&lt;/span&gt; Popular, who was looking at the videos section. By the way, he's finally 16 so congrats. He has finally become a man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Hendra&lt;/span&gt; is being his usual self, late. And he gave the classic excuse it's due to a jam. Be it a bus jam, train jam, leg jam; lame excuses which sometimes somehow manages to convince some it is true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Hendra&lt;/span&gt;, Gilbert and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rohaizad&lt;/span&gt; arrived, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hendra&lt;/span&gt; asked "Which bus do take?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gilbert: 155&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Hendra&lt;/span&gt;: You know where to stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gilbert: Ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hendra&lt;/span&gt;: From there, you know where to go?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gilbert: Ya ya ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PS: this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Hendra's&lt;/span&gt; rendition of the scenario. Any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;resemblance&lt;/span&gt; of this is purely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;coincidental&lt;/span&gt; or dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So after the 1 hour journey we finally reach our destination.. NOT! We stopped at a bus stop a few more bus stops before. Then, we decided to take bus 40 to a bus stop which along the way has a bus stop that has a bus, 401, that goes to East Coast. It seems rather troublesome so in the mean time, we tried to get taxi rides before the bus arrives. However, the taxi drivers don't accept 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;passengers&lt;/span&gt; at the same time, those sons of bitches. On top of that, we were rejected 5 times. I don't get it; my ass isn't that big nor is it that small, what's their deal of not accepting 5 teenagers,which can be equivalent to 4 adults?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bus 40 finally came and we almost did not get off at the right stop if not for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Rohaizad&lt;/span&gt;. And he felt smug about it. The road doesn't seem to be filled with cars so i did this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145010790786313794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3do3NXpOVsQ/R2bADgZerkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wdokfNqocY/s320/Retard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.. Stupidity &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;rox&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Gilbert checked the bus directory thing and confirmed our stop is along the way. Oh, beside us were 2 girls, giggling a little. About 5 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later, they walked away. We waited for about 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, listening to music(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Rihanna's&lt;/span&gt; Don't Stop The Music) and goofing. After the 20 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, we checked the bus directory again and, low and behold, the bus only comes during weekends!! So if we didn't checked it again.. Then, at that time, those girls were giggling about.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed up, embarrassed, we decided to take the taxi, now 3 in 1, while the other 2 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; 1(Should have done that earlier, dumb). Yeah, so we finally reached and played ball against some of our seniors from our school for about 2 hours. I was the goalkeeper so i had some close shaves and disappointing moments. Overall, i enjoyed myself and had fun. At about 6, we ate at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Mcdonald's&lt;/span&gt;. The drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Mcdonald's&lt;/span&gt; reminds me of this clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkeHtSuWiIs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkeHtSuWiIs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way to the bus stop, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Hendra&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Azri&lt;/span&gt; were talking about a Hindi song, possibly from a Shah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Rukh&lt;/span&gt; Khan movie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Azri&lt;/span&gt; is trying to teach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Hendra&lt;/span&gt; the proper lyrics but the latter got some mixed up&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and made up his own version of the song. I took the liberty of finding the song and it's called '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Thuje&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Dekha&lt;/span&gt; To'. I have to admit, it's good. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so when we got into bus, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Azri&lt;/span&gt; let me listen to his songs through his earpiece. The beginning song, Wait for you by Elliott &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Yamin&lt;/span&gt;, rocks, followed by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Rihanna's&lt;/span&gt; Don't Stop The Music, Britney's Gimme More and so on. He's like my personal music updater, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Then, climactic song, Tell Me by Wonder Girls, where the dynamic duo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Hilman&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Azri&lt;/span&gt;, did a slight dance to the upbeat chorus "Tell me, tell me, t-t-t-t-t tell me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bus, we met a beautiful lady who had the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; smile. I plucked up the courage to ask for her number and she gave to me!! Yeah!! And her name is Madame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Ruhaya&lt;/span&gt;. Do you want to meet her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Presenting...&lt;br /&gt;.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145034404516507234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_3do3NXpOVsQ/R2bViAZermI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vi5wgX69zMs/s320/17122007(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Madame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Ruhaya&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. Relieving boredom in the bus by taking silly pics. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Rohaizad&lt;/span&gt;.. TRANSFORM!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Ruhaya&lt;/span&gt;.. APPEARS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; at home, it's four in the morning.. (Remix.. stay up til' 4 in the morning, and tears are pouring, and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;wanna&lt;/span&gt; make it worth the fight..) ..and it's way past my bedtime, so nightie night. Or in this case, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;mornie&lt;/span&gt; morn?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-3947955749439223669?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/3947955749439223669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=3947955749439223669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/3947955749439223669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/3947955749439223669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2007/12/typical-rough-start-but-soon-smooth.html' title='Typical &apos;rough start but soon smooth sailing&apos; day'/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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://bp0.blogger.com/_3do3NXpOVsQ/R2bADgZerkI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3wdokfNqocY/s72-c/Retard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8605913294470613985.post-2536142574787441770</id><published>2007-10-15T04:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T05:02:12.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok.. i am now currently at my cousin's house, studying for the upcoming o' levels.. my biology practical exam is about t=-26 hours and i still have the mood to blog.. haha.. i actually can't believe i'm still up until now as i would usually be sleeping away by 12.. hmm, must be the coffee.. or the fact that i'm excited about cramming for the exams with my cuz.. haha.. it's always fun whenever there is a group to hang around with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i didn't think i would really study when i stayed over at his(my cousin's) home because of all of the catching up to do like ' how's school', 'what's happening', and all that kind of stuff.. however, when i reached his place, i felt, "Man, you know what, i HAVE to study.." and that somehow pushed me to revise my work.. so yeah, i managed to read up a few chapters, understand some questions i had doubts about and even learned some new methods for solving sums..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank everyone who are helping me to get through this intense period with their words of encouragement. This is hilman1 wishing everyone out there, revising and putting their best for the exams, good luck, all the best and keep on keeping on. Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8605913294470613985-2536142574787441770?l=hilman1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/feeds/2536142574787441770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8605913294470613985&amp;postID=2536142574787441770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/2536142574787441770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8605913294470613985/posts/default/2536142574787441770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hilman1.blogspot.com/2007/10/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Hilman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00193857204215284987</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></feed>
