<?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-6311508802104305913</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:54:02.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rose Tat Grew From Concrete</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wee Anrul Azrudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418099514075055761</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-6311508802104305913.post-3195712519105655379</id><published>2011-08-25T02:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T03:11:08.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back to blogging</title><content type='html'>Hi frenz&lt;div&gt;Its been a while since i blog, and alot has happen to me over the years, im still trying to figure out which path to take, there are so many forks on the road i dont know which to choose, even if i randomly choose one, im afraid of regrets, but they say learn from your mistakes and u will then find the correct path, Part and parcel of life is surviving, ever since i drop out of school and venture into the working industries, i have met many types of ppl, they say keep ur frenz close but keep ur enemy closer, one particular type of behaviour that i hate is those who have two personalities, they can say good stuff infront of u and next second backstabbing u in the back, these are called POLITICS of working, every workplace has politics and u have to observe and avoid  these kind of ppl cause they are ruthless and more worse cause ur good reputation at work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been Job hopping, for those who dont know what is "job hopping" it means change job frequently, the reason im doing this is that im trying to find the perfect job, which involves what i love to do, i know this is not good for ur resume cause i went through many interviews and i got one question that really stuns me, usually im quite steady and ready for interview, so as i was saying this interviewer asked me why am i changing job every two months, and i just thought about it and answered that im not suitable for the job, one advice i would like to give u guys out there when going thru interview is that never stop talking, bombard about urself to the interviewer, and always be honest, tell them ur weakness and strenght and how can u improve ur weakness, because thats what they want to know, if they ask u a question, try to take control by answering fast and steadily, keep up the pace, let the interviewer run at ur pace and not the other way round, with that in mind im sure u can land the job even if its out of ur certification and experience, and until now i am still going for interview even though i have work, reason is to expose urself and learn to talk firmly, enough said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been missing alot latetly wif frenz because of work and i have decided to find a simple job with resonable pay and i am gonna catch up wif my frenz. i have quite a number of things i would like to share and i am glad to say that im back to blogging, To friends out there please keep viewing my blog as i want to catch up with u guys again,  thats all for now ,,, IMMMM BACKKKK!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-3195712519105655379?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/3195712519105655379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-back-to-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SomdUNzAJOI/AAAAAAAAARg/U6fJ6wPZI10/s1600-h/the-hangover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370997001242551522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SomdUNzAJOI/AAAAAAAAARg/U6fJ6wPZI10/s320/the-hangover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wen to watch wif skool fren..super funny...10 star rating for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey nvr blog for so long already, been recovering...everything looks good, wounds are healing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first week look like chicken seeweed&lt;br /&gt;second week look like chinese sausage&lt;br /&gt;now look like red bean potong ice cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bike is out of work shop, everything looks new..and the bill is high as hell, first few days of riding i got traumatized, memories keep playing in my head...looping...but one of the days i took a bus to school cause i miss taking the bus and taking the bus wif frens..is so much diffrent...when riding bike u laugh alone, ok tats sound so retarded, but take bus i got fren to laugh wif,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370997008653296818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SomdUpZ3JLI/AAAAAAAAARo/tpVCbR8ocAg/s320/635846358118BE724C8CC839BB1DC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;this wed watching where got ghost..see trailer very funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just realised tat i m spending more time wit my school fren...we went to the movies, go mall see shoe...i saw a shoe which i really attracted to...like i saw an angel but in a shoe form like ahhhhhhhh.., k lame, btw i plan tat every wed i while take the public transport..then after school hang out wif the guys..myb go movies or something...so wed is movie day guys!...i hope more ppl will join us on movie day..cause tat is the only day tat we go back early...so this week we going to see WHERE GOT GHOST?....one thing different about watching the movie alone and watching the movies at the cinema is tat we laugh with ppl who we dont know haha..bt if at home alone laugh my mum thinks im crazy haha..esp funny movie..like when we when for the hangover movie,,laugh like hell man with all the strangers laughing together...where can u get tat??...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;while watching the movie i look at my classmate see them laughing n enjoying just make me feel so happy...dont know y..wai yip was putting his leg up on the front chair..like if there is ppl infront his feet would touch the person head, sitting down munching munch munch ...on popcorn btw the popcorn was already half way when we walk from the food stand to the cinema, then there is shannon sitting down laughing like no more abang2 attitude..sometimes i just suspect tat behind those abang2 attitude there is something more childish about him tat he is afraid to unleash..but i saw his kiddy attitude in the cinema, then there is cliffton whis his arm cast sit down laugh like hell he dont understand some of it but he still laugh...then there is choon yong sitting beside me sharing popcorn with me...it was quite tasteless ah but still finish hahaha...and oh i forgot ganesh..hmm btw where is he sitted at ah?...i cant seem to remember where he sit..after the lights when out he suddenly dissapear..but i do remember seeing a set of teeth floating beside cliffton...i think tat is his whahaha..sori bro!..i have to do this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw beware of shannon this guy if u disturb him ah he wont disturb u back...he will collected then on day he get back at u..i know cause im a victim of him...he got this notebook wif him tat he keeps track of ppl disturb him..then ont time let go..he called me BARNEY wtf =-=" do i look like some purple freak who likes to sing?...hahahaso guys beware...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at claa i got alot of laughs...me and the guys watching girl dancing on cliffton desktop..then i went over to my desk to do something..then suddenly from cliff desk they say got ppl fart...then i knew it i was in trouble...come on man i didnt do it...i suspect is waiyip because he standing there wif suspicious look..he was looking for an chance to go a way from the desk the fart,..then put the blame on others...come on lah this games i play before..haha so waiyip u got a smelly fart...silent killer some more...then i thought of a video japanese ppl make its call how to escape fart once u have boom the place...we were laughing so hard...and japanese ppl are very creative...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is the video...once again best wif sound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yr4uF_zeT_4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yr4uF_zeT_4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got alot of tactics and tricks to get out of the way once u let it go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok tats all ....i need a rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-3782097446052073581?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/3782097446052073581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-escape-fart_18.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/3782097446052073581'/><link 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>got into an accident, dont want think much about it, just glad to be safe and standing, my bike is wreck but it will be fix with a hefty bill...just went thing is turning out to be good everything tat i work hard for has just collapse, now thoughts about buying a new bike seems to drift away but then again im still glad to be standing, looking at my bike, i know i have brush with death so close tat im somehow traumatised so while waiting for my bike im going public for a while to calm myself to reflect wat are my mistakes and my carelessness...im sorry mum for making u worry about me i will try to be careful next time and consider this mishap everytime i turn the throttle...just realised tat in this cruel world there are still some kind soul out there who help me..to the two uncles who help me lift my bike cause i was pin under and send my to the nearest hospital, and to this guys name faizal i met at the hospital.. he gave me ciggaretes and talk to me knowing tat i was in pain and by the look of him i know hes been there too..he kept my spirits high..and i thank him for tat..wounds can heal but lost of a son to mom cant so ill be careful more next time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SmnkuKpGxBI/AAAAAAAAARY/67UN_xe-W4I/s1600-h/02012009165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362068313143165970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SmnkuKpGxBI/AAAAAAAAARY/67UN_xe-W4I/s320/02012009165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Smnkt9DBD_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/ooKdSmYrWFw/s1600-h/02012009164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362068309493747698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311508802104305913.post-2962238229685061876</id><published>2009-07-08T01:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:09:22.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NERD ATTACK!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heard of swine flu....Well tats nothing!...my class got more worst than swine flu...its called NERD FLU!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WEITING BROUGHT NERD FLU TO CLASS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355771561475465666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOF2-viYcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ylc60q3Du0E/s320/06072009118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SHORT NERD LEADER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOGvnbn5TI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DTgH10Owg0k/s1600-h/06072009127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355772534470468914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOGvnbn5TI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/DTgH10Owg0k/s320/06072009127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NERD SWIMMER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOGvRSq64I/AAAAAAAAAPI/VkB8GCbxyao/s1600-h/07072009132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355772528527338370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOGvRSq64I/AAAAAAAAAPI/VkB8GCbxyao/s320/07072009132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BLACK NERD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOGvLeNDDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8HJTS2vSSxE/s1600-h/06072009130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355772526965099570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOGvLeNDDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/8HJTS2vSSxE/s320/06072009130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; News Paper Printer ABANG ABANG NERD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOGuoy5bYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/C1pWTKKZNQo/s1600-h/06072009129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355772517656653186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOGuoy5bYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/C1pWTKKZNQo/s320/06072009129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FAT NERD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOF4MYUtSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/nPRrGWf76lo/s1600-h/06072009126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355771582316066082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOF4MYUtSI/AAAAAAAAAOw/nPRrGWf76lo/s320/06072009126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ANIMAL EATER NERD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOF3hXBjBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mzaczH_7_aM/s1600-h/06072009124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355771570767891474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOF3hXBjBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mzaczH_7_aM/s320/06072009124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Break Dance NERD!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOF3WcpMPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zKCajZKzzns/s1600-h/06072009119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355771567838671090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOF3WcpMPI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zKCajZKzzns/s320/06072009119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Break Hand NERD!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOF2QSYDnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uGWq7etvEO4/s1600-h/06072009121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355771549005123186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOF2QSYDnI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/uGWq7etvEO4/s320/06072009121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Small Girl NERD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOFQ_t37jI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Qo5h_lfEyNg/s1600-h/06072009128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355770908901895730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOFQ_t37jI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Qo5h_lfEyNg/s320/06072009128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Typical Ah Beng Chinese Gang Fighter NERD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOFQSUutFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8XXRRHfd380/s1600-h/06072009125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355770896716837970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOFQSUutFI/AAAAAAAAAOA/8XXRRHfd380/s320/06072009125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cartoon Anime NERD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355775549326835234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOJfGpZPiI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-6Wc6AIQvqk/s320/nerd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;REAL NERD NERD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm sometimes i love my classmates but sometimes i hate them hahaha...but yea i enjoy joking with them hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two days of skool has been funny and alot of laughter..weiting brought a nice neardy specs which cost $12 at 77th street..so we try on and we look like nerds!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exam on thurs...n i nvr study...settle!!..fail!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-2962238229685061876?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/2962238229685061876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/07/nerd-attack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/2962238229685061876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/2962238229685061876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/07/nerd-attack.html' title='NERD ATTACK!!!!'/><author><name>Wee Anrul Azrudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418099514075055761</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/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOF2-viYcI/AAAAAAAAAOY/ylc60q3Du0E/s72-c/06072009118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311508802104305913.post-5379315402375035371</id><published>2009-07-04T04:09:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:36:54.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Yamaha tzm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTLjgcHEI/AAAAAAAAAQA/kgcvZ0P8q1s/s1600-h/yamaha150cc2takpr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355786208592796738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTLjgcHEI/AAAAAAAAAQA/kgcvZ0P8q1s/s320/yamaha150cc2takpr4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as a teen i use to love watching bike past by...but nothing beats a yamaha tzm..this machine is built for speed...i just love how this machine was build..the design, the machine...better known as the fastest bike in its class..it has always been a dream to ride one n own one but dont have the chance to do so..cause i bought and X1-r because my father told me to do so...hmm so i reliving my dreams and im getting a YAMAHA TZM!!! so here is my plan..save up every dollar i have... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TZM COST $3000+&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;need $1000 to cover the cost of taking out the bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PIGGY BANK got only $74.60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so need another 924.40&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;will be getting pay and will update...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mean while here are some of the pics for yamaha tzm..btw yamaha tzm is not an instrument..weiting dumb dumb hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTsw0dksI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yrjeurtH8fE/s1600-h/DSC00546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355786779102122690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTsw0dksI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yrjeurtH8fE/s320/DSC00546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTsWreqOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/dZ0mT_k193s/s1600-h/1124909525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355786772085123298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTsWreqOI/AAAAAAAAAQI/dZ0mT_k193s/s320/1124909525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTLUu7LBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/H57suGib-7w/s1600-h/yamaha-tzm150-05-bikepics-426630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355786204627020818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTLUu7LBI/AAAAAAAAAP4/H57suGib-7w/s320/yamaha-tzm150-05-bikepics-426630.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTLBK0BjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Umw_iEjes3c/s1600-h/new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355786199375283762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTLBK0BjI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Umw_iEjes3c/s320/new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTK4-of_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/KILP3onYiNE/s1600-h/152180019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355786197176713202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTK4-of_I/AAAAAAAAAPo/KILP3onYiNE/s320/152180019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTKYHDyBI/AAAAAAAAAPg/E86o75EhVYY/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355786188353685522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTKYHDyBI/AAAAAAAAAPg/E86o75EhVYY/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Please help me get my dream..not hard ah..but everyday i collect $1 from ppl i know..then very fast can get $1000 whahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355787933333112962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOUv8qkyII/AAAAAAAAAQY/fGwS6Wm15mw/s320/AAAAApKOxGsAAAAAAFpESA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"my name is turtle, im hungry please feed me with coins i love one dollar coins"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my pet turtle needs a babysitter for a few days&lt;/div&gt;not so hard to take care..just feed it with coins three times a day..he like one dollar coin..and if got note more better whahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-5379315402375035371?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/5379315402375035371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-yamaha-tzm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/5379315402375035371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/5379315402375035371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/07/project-yamaha-tzm.html' title='Project Yamaha tzm'/><author><name>Wee Anrul Azrudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418099514075055761</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/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlOTLjgcHEI/AAAAAAAAAQA/kgcvZ0P8q1s/s72-c/yamaha150cc2takpr4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311508802104305913.post-707832228839821047</id><published>2009-07-03T02:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:47:49.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nights out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Decide to unwind, get high, forget bad stuff so called up kampung fellas to go pubing at JV club along east coast rd one of my fren ex workplace which means drinks are on the house.... we when for two days..nice philiphine club with pretty philiphine girls whoooohoooo~~~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355755098445240386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlN24tLQ2EI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qqicqUp5Dy8/s320/01072009029.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; DRINK&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355755101384142146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlN244H87UI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YdiUHbM3MtA/s320/01072009030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRANK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355755107637806706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlN25Pa8RnI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tH3m-mznZsg/s320/01072009031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUNK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355755115553373346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlN25s6KPKI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PDgpswKLFFU/s320/01072009032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE ALL THE SAME CAUSE WE DONT TAKE MANY PICS CAUSE WE BZ DRINKING HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355755122426718658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlN26Gg5KcI/AAAAAAAAAKI/_LCSr0zD3tw/s320/01072009033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EX BARTENDER N REGULAR CUSTOMER HAHA!! DRUNK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355759437027279282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlN61Pp1AbI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/OzNV-qwz4bM/s320/02072009057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlN62jiiWJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/U3vGo4T64wE/s1600-h/02072009064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355759459545274514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlN62jiiWJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/U3vGo4T64wE/s320/02072009064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlN62fVpabI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XEnMtuubHt0/s1600-h/01072009035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355759458417469874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlN62fVpabI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XEnMtuubHt0/s320/01072009035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlN62Em_COI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Yvl6tsoYI9g/s1600-h/02072009049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355759451242432738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlN62Em_COI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Yvl6tsoYI9g/s320/02072009049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlN61s2b9NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GKsmb-q3VDY/s1600-h/02072009046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355759444864791762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SlN61s2b9NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GKsmb-q3VDY/s320/02072009046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll i really enjoy my day with them...so long nvr hang out..wish can do more often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6311508802104305913-707832228839821047?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/707832228839821047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/07/nights-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311508802104305913.post-3157237995566757923</id><published>2009-06-29T19:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T23:59:00.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is so tense and gloom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holidays have been sucky for me....most of the time ill be working from 8am-2am...18 hrs of work..dont know y wen i start working i cant stop..no fun, all day work,nvr do assignment, nvr study for the test, i really feel like giving up skool, history is repeating itself, im just wasting time in skool, cant absorb, if i had the chance to go to a far far place i will take it, never inform anyone, just pack my bags and leave, no one cares anyway, then only thing tat keeps me staying here is family, ppl never take me seriously myb because of the way i present myself??...they dont know wat lies behind those smiles and jokes, the pain i feel, hiding them trying not to reveal, i just cant take it anymore, im a ticking bomb waiting for detonation,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In my shoes, just to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What it's like, to be me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be you, let's trade shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to see what I'd be like to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel your pain, you feel mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go inside each other's mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to see what we find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at shit through each other's eyes"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i look at ppl sitting down together with frens chatting,eating,joking laughing,sharing stories..i thought to myself y cant i have frens like tat...its just not fair...well i guess the world is unfair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm not looking for extra attention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just want to be just like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blend in with the rest of the room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe just point me to the closest restroom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh at every single joke I crack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And half of them ain't even funny like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahh you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, god damn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So why don't you all sit down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen to the tale I'm about to tell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell, we don't have to trade our shoes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you don't have to walk no thousand miles"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;man my life is so fucked up...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-3157237995566757923?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/3157237995566757923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-think-im-starting-to-lose-my-sense-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/3157237995566757923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/3157237995566757923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WELCOME TO THE OLD PPL CLUB...I CAN SEE WHITE HAIR ON U HAHAHA...MYB SHOULD CALL U MAK CIK DEBBE..iiiiiiii ccccccccc uuuuuuuuu *ehem *ehem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-8112107903049036673?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/8112107903049036673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/8112107903049036673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/8112107903049036673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>Wee Anrul Azrudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418099514075055761</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-6311508802104305913.post-8694886355436021691</id><published>2009-06-20T23:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T00:02:50.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>news for the sentosa</title><content type='html'>well here is the updates for the trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winnie is going&lt;br /&gt;wani is going&lt;br /&gt;weiting going but have to leave for work at 5...so cannot get wet&lt;br /&gt;Shannon going...he finish reservist..&lt;br /&gt;cliff cant go he got personal prob&lt;br /&gt;waiyip going&lt;br /&gt;choon yong should be can&lt;br /&gt;ling dont know&lt;br /&gt;hui yue msg half way nvr reply&lt;br /&gt;me follow the flow&lt;br /&gt;anis going&lt;br /&gt;xq and the gang i lazy to ask cause they dont seem to be interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest i dont have their numbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow i dont think this is going well...n i dont feel like doing this...i dont know wat to do..&lt;br /&gt;see how tmr...hoping for better answers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-8694886355436021691?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/8694886355436021691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/06/news-for-sentosa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/8694886355436021691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/8694886355436021691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/06/news-for-sentosa.html' title='news for the sentosa'/><author><name>Wee Anrul Azrudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418099514075055761</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-6311508802104305913.post-7801390943147587915</id><published>2009-06-18T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T02:17:22.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentosa trip</title><content type='html'>well u know tue outing didnt happen and ganesh is piss off because frens last min back out...some have emergency issue, some have appointment issue, and some are just plain nvr pick up the phone...i give work a miss on tue.. and weiting miss her training for OAC..and ganesh miss his trip wit his sister to malaysia all because of sentosa...i really do feel a lil dissapointed cause i put my heart into this outing..4 of us (choon yong, ganesh,weiting and me) decided tat we just go bt then moods were lost so we cancel the trip,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganesh warn me first tat this trip is nt gonna go well when he first plan it..but he gain a lil confidence when ppl agree to his class outing...then the night before the trip ppl start bombarding him wit not going answers..which is hard for him to swallow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today weiting n her work fren decided to go to sentosa so ganesh thought tat i would be a good idea if i and him n CY join them so i got up and get ready..then choon yong last min got emergency then cannot join us..so we just go ahead at the plan..well the day turn out to be ok..quite fun we had fun in the water, bury ganesh in the ground give him some boobs and a stick acting as a dick whahahaha..play some volleyball..and play monkey wit weiting and her frens...just met for one day and we r like frens for few years already...tats wat i like about ganesh cause he is very socialble..hahah...then we wash up..btw i nvr bring pants...only bring t shirt so i had to put my pants back..wet pants!!!!...then waited for the girls to come out of the toilet..the girls toilet fucking long queue sia...i swear i dont know wat they do inside so long...i think play wrestling ah...haha..we waited for about 1 hr "-_-...so while waiting for weiting whahaha i had a heart to heart talk wit ganesh..and he told me wat he feels about the disaster tat just happen...he said tat he was really dissapointed and like dishearted..he say tat hes not gonna plan anymore outing...then the girls were out by then..so we monorail-ed back to singapore and me and gan seperated from weiting and frens...we hungry so go jalan kayu and eat dinner..actually breakfast+lunch+dinner..haha we ate alot...gan had maggi goreng mata lembu but come mee goreng mata lembu then he ate prata cheese and kosong..me had prata ice cream nasi pataya..and satay...then we ordered 3 syrup limau,2 blueberry n 1 ice lemon tea..hahahaha like one family meal but for two person...then i send gan back to his home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this section is for frens (homework)&lt;br /&gt;just give ur self 5 mins and put urself in ganesh shoes..think about the situation n feel wat he feels....if ur answer is the same as gan then i have something to tell u guys..if nt just close my blog cause got nth much to say already..hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought tat we should make up to gan for nt going to sentosa..wat do u guys think?...we plan and outing for gan just one day..make urself free 4 just one day..one day i all needed..push everything aside...except emergency issue...try to push aside training..and other plans..if ppl think i talking rubbish then i dont care them haha...seeing a fren hurt tat way is just not right..so think about it...then those who agree just leave a msg in my cbox aites??....before school starts...i wan us to plan nt me alone...btw if u really cant make it or dont want to go just say..no force..hehehe and say wat u really mean..cause words can hurt..but i know for sure is weiting comfirm ON ONE HAHAHA....k pics for todays trip will be up myb tmr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cover 1 lie u need 10 lies then to cover tat 10 lies u need 100 lies n so on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate me love me tats who i am..haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-7801390943147587915?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/7801390943147587915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/06/sentosa-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/7801390943147587915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/7801390943147587915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/06/sentosa-trip.html' title='Sentosa trip'/><author><name>Wee Anrul Azrudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418099514075055761</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-6311508802104305913.post-6644248618558018573</id><published>2009-06-15T00:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T00:20:19.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Holiday spirit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moodless,restless, tired..nothing to do!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just like this&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347220420138410210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SjUkpC4QoOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VM3mYHzsFcU/s320/eeyore-moods.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WTH!!!! LAST MIN UPDATE..ONLI 4 PPL GOING!!!! GANESH IS KINDA PISS OFF "-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;these feww days at home very bored,..eat, sleep,work,tkraw, same old routine, need to find some outing man!!!!! lucky this tue got go sentosa wif school frens....comfirm fun one...but too bad cliff not going..he lame la..y always we missing ppl in outing?..cant we free ourself just for tat one day?...just for tat one day we push everything aside, work,training,relationship probs,tired,...fun first settle probs later, n shannon also not going...he have to serve the country n make our place safe..haha lame..have u guys wondered y u guys can sleep peacefully at night?...because of shannon is doing Guard duty to keep bad guys away lah!..haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhh i can just imagine hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347589496782517586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SjZ0UIhU9VI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9qsWLgdRPIE/s320/ss.JPG" border="0" /&gt;welcome to sentosa  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT GONNA HAPPEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347589499604844882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SjZ0UTCOQVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YwiTyUz0ZSo/s320/hh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT GONNA HAPPEN ALSO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw the photos look weird cause i edit use paint..lame software...my photoshop cannot find..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;weiting decided to have breakfast at mac bf gg to sentosa..she is craving hotcakes with sausage..i think most of them will be late ah..but fren dont worry ill be there with u to satisfy ur craving hahaha.....see u guys at 9am...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6311508802104305913-6644248618558018573?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/6644248618558018573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/6644248618558018573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/6644248618558018573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/06/holiday-spirit.html' title='holiday spirit'/><author><name>Wee Anrul Azrudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418099514075055761</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/_zC2FMDjawIw/SjUkpC4QoOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/VM3mYHzsFcU/s72-c/eeyore-moods.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311508802104305913.post-754340705771732518</id><published>2009-06-09T02:49:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:41:15.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EAST COAST TRIP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;woke up exicited tat im gonna have fun at east coast..so i wake up early got ready but go out of house late whahahaha..go out at 2.30 have to reach there by 2.40..10 mins!!! i can make it but met a fren talk for a while then buy for weiting strepsil PURPLE COLOR...then go off..choon yong call say they reach ECP mac n all waiting for me..then i say reaching already but actually just left the carkpark at my house whahaha..im such a liar..white lies...so reaach at mac already call CY he say they all started the game and he pick me up at mac...they spilt up into group..my group got CY,WANI,WINNIE,LING,CLIFF, and a few second year student..weiting was not with us but later she kaysiao come n join us lor...they were playing some game like amazing race..go point to point do puzzle take pic..first stunt : four ppl stand at some sort of canvas then without going out of the canvas we have to flip the canvas..blady hell they choose me to go stand..i fat already waste space..should choose cliff more skinny...but a man got to do wat a man got to do..it was simple aactually..and manage to flip it hahaha..then we took pic..after the second station we got bored then decided to relak at waterbreaker..btw the strepsil got numbing effect..eat already cannot feel tongue..anybody want more...NO!...at the waterbreaker i was reminded of my old pic ,,,the one sitting wit my cuzin...so weiting decided to make the older ver..with CY and Cliff..so here are the pics enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345034841929943474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si1g3plSCbI/AAAAAAAAACo/WZKlq8cZfhM/s320/DSC00578.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;weed on my hair..cliff spoilt ah..wear black better n wani look like short hair hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345035653554157890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si1hm5HkuUI/AAAAAAAAACw/vyVzaPHJcAs/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after second station...*ehem *ehem we know the song n we cheated!! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then off to our own world at waterbreaker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345036605034024706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si1ieRqDTwI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ly9gLQlau1c/s320/DSC00598(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt; WHOS THE SHORTEST???...ah short ah short ah short ah short haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345037318705517826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si1jH0SmFQI/AAAAAAAAADA/Q6_2fvLMo38/s320/_____408.jpg" border="0" /&gt; say say say say...HARD GAY STYLE WHOOO~~~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345037867617424722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si1jnxJZFVI/AAAAAAAAADI/UqGkEQHQ7Ww/s320/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Girls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345038661123890018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si1kV9ME22I/AAAAAAAAADQ/za6DXe9WFLg/s320/DSC00605.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345040697727453954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si1mMgINCwI/AAAAAAAAADY/75DRD5W8rmg/s320/Copy+of+DSC00602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the girlss...NAHH its the guyss haha pranked hooo~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345040714267132210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si1mNdvkgTI/AAAAAAAAADw/Vi2auLXrYGM/s320/DSC00606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;thanks to the who ever finger is tat..i now look skinnier hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345379321168730834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si6aK-v7GtI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tx92yX_obx8/s320/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stealing ur shoes Stealing ur shoes Stealing ur shoes........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345040708331618386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si1mNHobwFI/AAAAAAAAADo/tMR0WxiSlTs/s320/DSC00574.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Found this pic taken by winnie..naughty eh winnie...take ppls butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couples,swithearts,bestie,gd fren,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345367116095178482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si6PEjToRvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/37PaPMJnbew/s320/ff.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Past&lt;/p&gt;Weiting suggested tat i recreate the past pic, so cliffton extra, n choon yong is my cuzzin hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Before&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345367124929988770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si6PFEOAyKI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-UGHtBt750E/s320/azrul.+n+aqil.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345040704644768898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si1mM55a5II/AAAAAAAAADg/oHQf75YyLMI/s320/_____404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hmm hahaha not bad ah...i dont change abit hahaha still fat!.. "-_- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Btw who say shannon , anis, and waiyip never come???&lt;br /&gt;seee properly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345367763882837554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si6PqQgPhjI/AAAAAAAAAFA/x26adUAWBLM/s400/h.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;With a lil magic n Lots of editing..its possible!!!hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;cant find ganesh pic ah...hahahahahaha hmm although u guys a far away but u guys are still in our hearts...wahhhhh so touching sia...hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some off the pic still at weiting..dont know where she go..like seldom see her online...later ask her then i post somemore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;CLIFF I CAUGHT U RED HANDED ACTING GAYISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345374587544348274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si6V3cn7JnI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ACHUKf6wjyw/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And he denies being gay...hahaha caught u on camera bro!!!...btw u miss today lesson..we play pinch nipple..hmm actually they all pinching my nipple ah...asshole...my nipple is sore!!!!!!tmr revenge..make u guys nipple bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok most of u heard about the lizard joke....anis found a comercial simillar to the joke...watch it...suupper funny la dey!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNpR63mO64Q&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNpR63mO64Q&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; best with sound..can here the lizard whahahaha.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I want my foood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345383109094609602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Si6dnd31EsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OT9e3HYyJ0w/s320/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;i got ur kitty.....want him?...give me my food..or else.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tats all for now....Pheww~~~~cant wait for holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311508802104305913.post-38904072774326807</id><published>2009-06-06T00:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:08:41.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK BAND FAMILY BATTLE</title><content type='html'>my cuzzy ask me to help her..one of her frens family form a band of guitar hero freaks to compete at the Rock Band Family Battle organize by National Family Council...i think its really cool ah..u guys should check it out..btw the band name is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NINJA MONSTER!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; ..help me help my cuzzin to vote for them..just follow this link :&lt;a href="http://talkback.stomp.com.sg/forums/showthread.php?t=74394"&gt;http://talkback.stomp.com.sg/forums/showthread.php?t=74394&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Azrudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418099514075055761</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-6311508802104305913.post-6263379256723214721</id><published>2009-06-05T00:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:17:07.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today 5th june i officially declare one year experience riding!!! wooooooo~~~~exactly today, one year ago i pass my bike licenses..can take out p plate already..so happy!!!.....then go apply for 2a..big bike here i come...but no p plate is a bad thing...other motorist will bully u...especially taxis..they love to bully ppl without p plate ahaha..anyways got my bike back already..everything good..n i paid them $300 which is worth it...next wed sending my bike back to them for final fine tuning...then my bike swee already hehehe....cant wait for tmr community building @ east coast...all going leh...weiting, shannon,choonyong,HARD GAY MAN,wani,winnie,anis,ling,,and some more...gonna have fun...planing to make a sand jacuzzi..n bury cliffton...to bad ganesh not joining..gt last min work..damm..tats all for today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-6263379256723214721?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/6263379256723214721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-5th-june-i-officially-declare-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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kiasu these ppl are more worse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKOEQVgONh0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKOEQVgONh0&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-4500124565238253356?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/4500124565238253356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-caucasian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/4500124565238253356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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called Gyratech...dont really know the reputation of the bike shop n to my first impression of the mechanic there they dont really say alot...which is good cause i had enough of those arrogant, act like they know everything mechanic bastard..they talk alot but never really solve the problem...my advice to new bikers out there...never go to johor to do ur bike...only simple accesories can do..but when it comes to the inside engine, spending more in singapore is worth it in the future, like they say u pay peanuts u get monkey...which really means u pay little u get shitty workmanship n problem bike...i have stop doing my bike at johor and regretting it ever since...doing at jb cost me more money than now doing at singapore..because jb do ur bike chinchai one ah..i change my piston and block 3 times leh!!! while at johor, which is not normal...then the 4th time my bike broke down i decided to do in singapore n the result is NO MORE PROBLEMS!!!...ppl have always say tat singapore mechanic dont sayang ur bike but heres a trick for u ,win the heart of the mechanic...how?..buy him a drink, a meal or even a stick of ciggarette n he will treat ur bike like his baby haha...kk so the mechanic promise to have my bike returned to me tue morning..happy already..then when i come to the shop in the morning *crick *crick..the shop closed... "-_- mangkok!!!!...so i just take bus to school..damm the driver lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is wat happen...i put 55 cents in the coin thing...dont wat is it called lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle look at me giving tat quetion mark face...i thought i give wrong..i thought the fare is 65 cents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: uncle how much go ite dover&lt;br /&gt;Driver: $1.70&lt;br /&gt;Me:ah? 1.70?&lt;br /&gt;Driver:yes&lt;br /&gt;Me: uncle i student leh (wearing uniform n carrying book at tat time)&lt;br /&gt;Driver: *mumbles but i heard pass&lt;br /&gt;Me: u want to see my pass anot???&lt;br /&gt;Driver: ?????&lt;br /&gt;Me:U WANT TO SEE MY PASSSSSSSSS ANOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i show him my pass then he angrily press the 55cents ticks&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell do i look tat old ah?..u think i wat purposely wear uniform to get cheap price ticket ah?...stupid old man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised tat not having my bike wif me is not a bad thing cause i get to enjoy the aircon bus n music runnning through my ears..so long nvr do tat already...do some soul searching of wat to do wif my life...got to school LATE, REALLY LATE haha cause i dont know how long the bus took to get there...after school i took bus with ganesh n shannon..FIRST TIME LEH...we chatted inside the bus,i keep changing seats cause the sun is disturbing me...btw ganesh u drop ur 50 cents on the seats..n i thank you because if not i have no coins to take the second bus hahaha..so i wen back to the bike shop then they say they still doing my bike so at night can collect...wen at night but then they say tmr afternoon..lucky my fren offer to send me tmr morning sia...then i tell the mechanic nvr mind u do slowly, no need to rush..i dont want to rush the mechanic..putting back the engine parts takes time...one mistake n ur bikes dead...but the shop ok lah..close late in the morning around 5 am...tats the only shop tat closes really late...ohh shit tmr got test..blog more tommorow...love yall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-2458502379520416289?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/2458502379520416289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-bike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/2458502379520416289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/2458502379520416289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-bike.html' title='No Bike!'/><author><name>Wee Anrul Azrudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418099514075055761</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-6311508802104305913.post-3209095535713431615</id><published>2009-05-30T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:51:43.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>war against CLIFTTON</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok cliffton has officially made war with me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have thought of a plan..revenge!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disguise as a snowman i sneak up behind him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342433017707303202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SiQihjDDESI/AAAAAAAAACg/0HaGrG5pClI/s320/b.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Rough sketch of me n cliff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOP CHOP!! to his neck *fainted...drag him into the woods near fort canning park.. hang him on to the tree n stripped him naked...sorry to the gay ppl out there im not gonna rrrrraaaappppe him *gay crowd says awwwwww shit!!!!!hahaha...but u guys can do so after im done with him..*gay crowd cheering yeahhhh!!! wooootttssss!!!!...then i dip his balls into chocolate n hunny...coated them well...then i take two table spoon of crushed nuts n sprinkle them on his balls so they look like ferrero rocher&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;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342427894207243986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/SiQd3UhcZtI/AAAAAAAAACY/JttyGv69qtU/s320/622px-ferrero_rocher_ak.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;then hide behind a bush with a bucket of popcorn...watch the horror of his balls being eaten by red ants, bees, spiders n bears..* Chomp chomp..enjoy enjoy my treat..haha..*evil laugh muahahahaha..after im done untie his body n throw to the gay crowd....finish him off!!!! Revenge is sweeeetttt like fererro rocher&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-3209095535713431615?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/3209095535713431615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/05/war-against-cliftton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/3209095535713431615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/3209095535713431615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/05/war-against-cliftton.html' title='war against CLIFTTON'/><author><name>Wee Anrul Azrudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418099514075055761</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/_zC2FMDjawIw/SiQihjDDESI/AAAAAAAAACg/0HaGrG5pClI/s72-c/b.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311508802104305913.post-4311161200075144158</id><published>2009-05-30T00:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T00:10:50.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Morning was okok but fun....yesterday slept late n have to wake up 7.00 am n go out at 8am wasnt really tired cause looking forward for the trip to cisco co...hmm was suprised to see almost all my classmate wen for the trip..damm cisco is f#king rich man, the bulding was like 38 or more storeys i forgot how many storey lah...the lift also complicating...we have to go to 37 level n walk down one stairs then take another lift to the 28 storeys...the lift very high sia...now i know how weiting felt hahaha....got into the lift decided to play around so i press level 36,35,33,32,31,30 then finally 28 hahaha...stop at every level..haha we laugh like crazy man, hmm i guess the lift isnt for short ppl cause weiting cant reach the intercomm..the thing use to speak if got emergency lah...the other group when in after us and they reach first hahahahaha..the teacher was like where the hell did u all go to?...hahaha..cliftton disturbing me with anis..asshole..is nt i shy lah.is i got nth to say lah fuck.....wen into the room for the intro...and told us about cisco co...siva was aiming at one of the speakers he so horny type sia..hahaha..cliftton dont understand wat the ang moh person talking ...so he played his psp...we keep disturbing the speakers,,,first one boring..second speaker super cool la dey...got sense of humor..they were showing us cisco product n think its really cool ah..especially the video call thing...n again clif bored n disturb me n anis...asshole..super irritating bastard..TAT PERSON GOT BF ALREADY..DONT DISTURB CAN HAHAHA ...it was 10.30 n they were still talking leh..i have to leave for work n told the teacher incharge..he say wait for a while more..damm jaime say finish 10.30..was told by the teacher tat it will end around 11.15!!!!!....so i called my boss say i late 20mins...talk talk talk talk..i got really bored cant take it anymore im gonna be late..so i really have to go lor...tell the teacher then he escorted me out..walk by myself down take the lift again long way down....then saw the other class going up hahaha...got onto my bike n sped off..damm the ERP ah...i morning top up 5 dollars now left 2 dollar only..so ex sia....reach work at 11.15 n very buzy...orders were full..i was really tired by then...almost fall asleep riding..so i got to have some energy..bought redbull and chocolates...i did recover some energy but it wasn't long lasting...finish work at three got home n sleep...woke up at 6 getting ready go tkraw at macpherson..really tired sia..play tkraw also no mood.....now at home i feeling kind of down..dont knoe wats wrong wit me..but my mood changes quickly...from happy to sad....haiz...feeling restless..really need someone to talk to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored + tired +frustrated+restless=I need happy pills...myb i think too much...i tend to think too much...i feel useless...no goals to achieved...nth to look forward to..not able to sleep is making it worst..i dont understand me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this person said to me tat we will be besties but the way tat person is treating me nw is different...it was ok at first bt it was slowly changing back to the same attitude..i hate u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-4311161200075144158?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/4311161200075144158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/05/morning-was-okok-but-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/4311161200075144158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/4311161200075144158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/05/morning-was-okok-but-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Wee Anrul Azrudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418099514075055761</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-6311508802104305913.post-4690042574906865488</id><published>2009-05-28T23:11:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T02:54:41.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my classmate of Ite Dover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This post is specially dedicated to my new classmate at ite dover&lt;br /&gt;Everyone i met made impression in my life so tat i can remember u guys in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHEM* EHEM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These ppl have made impression in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clifton (Dancing god,My smoking Kaki) N preys on 14 year old gerls at friendster everyday hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found this clip at youtube he remind me of cliftton&lt;br /&gt;he is super irritating and like to dance like this hard gay man hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;sorry cliff tats wat u get for calling me gummie bear haha revenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;video link &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4JGn2XAH9g&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4JGn2XAH9g&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best with sound!!!! hahahaha must watch until end!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is weiting(laughing god)..this fren here got the funniest n addictive n contagious laugh...we never get sick of her..she comfirm laughing at the video above hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she got 2 kinds of laugh first is her normal laugh&lt;br /&gt;which goes something like hehehehehehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;then there is second laugh&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehehe snort snort hehehehehehe snort snort&lt;br /&gt;tat means she hyper already haha (anybody got knife anot?)&lt;br /&gt;n i forgot she got short legs&lt;br /&gt;n she is the number 6th dwarf n kin keong is her snow white whahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sori i steal ur pic haha..dont worry i steal the most pretties pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340901878824474466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Sh6x9iOMl2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/odvuqZJGrdE/s320/1_103057652l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND LAST WARNING FOR THE SPECS U LOOK LIKE MY MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;IN THE 80`s PIC ALBUM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hehe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340914556407872706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Sh69fd5nfMI/AAAAAAAAACA/waHX7G0kH1Q/s320/Photo0063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CHOON YONG N HUSKY &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAVE TO BEG HIM FOR THE PHOTO SIA.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Choon yong The most titles ( Weiting`s sister,wani`s lover, Ganesh racist partner, My smoking Kaki, and now teck seng besties! use to be enemies,) Bro enemies also can become frens leh!!!!! n i forgot u golden monkey hair boy hahaha..be careful ah lam is hiding in the corner waiting to catch u..hahaha hmm actually hes a very nice person ah.......nahh!! im lying! hahahaha ok lah hes a good person to be with lah....nahhh!!!! im lying again! hahahaha..he like to see me fall down,basketball fellow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE HAZWANI`S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have the luckiest class in the world, who dare to say tat they have three hazwani`s in the same class? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Siti Hazwani &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nur Hazwani&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ling Nur Hazwani&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i confused about the two Hazwani dont know which is which but i just go by nick name ah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Winnie (The Pooh,My smoking Kaki) I think she is the most famous in skool ah...walk with her ah turn right "hi wani", turn left "hi winnie", turn back "hi wani" infront dont need to say ah..all line up to say hi to her hahahaha...if get a dollar for every "hi winnie" i heard ah..i would have about $156 or more already haha... she is also a part time dancer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is her n her group cool! check it out!: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1puOv8S-XE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c1puOv8S-XE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lil wani (Choon Yong`s Lover,My smoking Kaki) hmm she dunnoe how to wear a skirt n she dont know how to wear make up but hell yea she knows some sick moves! Top rock, Six steps, side glide, u name it she drops it like its hot. Nice art skills, likes Grafittis i think hehe...Under those smiles there are frowns ah....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340936421265817666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zC2FMDjawIw/Sh7RYK1-wEI/AAAAAAAAACI/rcUa-SOqE1Y/s320/lil+wani.bmp" border="0" /&gt; THIS IS SOMETHING SIMPLE I CREATED FOR U USING THIS GRAFITTI GENERATOR AT THIS WEBSITE : &lt;a href="http://www.graffiticreator.net/"&gt;http://www.graffiticreator.net/&lt;/a&gt; TRY THIS, JUST LOAD THE FONT U WANT N TYPE IN THE WORDS N U CAN COLOR THEM HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ling Nur Hazwani (multi racial girl) she is mix chinese n malay like me but only difference between me n her is tat i cant speak chinese only can understand, she ah can speak chinese fluently n malay also..if only she could learn how to speak tamil ah, then she can talk to Ganesan already. This kind of person hard to find, dont really know her well, nvr talk to her before, but will try n talk to her lah....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nur Anis A.K.A Kiddie (class rep,temperature recorder,Goldfish Killer) she kills goldfish with her bare hands leh..hahaha just joking i guess it was an accident. Likes To draw abstract on anything she could find..even her hands!!..Ehem* Ehem* pssst fren dont think i never see ah.....haha n where is my book?? i need to study! hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ganesan A.K.A Black Pepper (Bartender, Choon yong Racist partner, likes to disturb waiyip,My smoking Kaki) This guy is the most Friendly guy u can ever meet, i think by the time he 50 ah he already make frens with the whole world hahaha, he is the first one to talk to me, very sociable guy, i think because he has backgrounds of a bartender, bartender make alot of frens and score alot of chicks hahaha, nice soccer skills, but im better hahahaha....always picking on waiyip..n chinese ppl haha...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shannon (afroman,zeplin) u have to love this guy hair but too bad now cut short already, bro i was wondering r there monkeys in ur hair?..cause it looks like a forest thing going on inside ur last time hair hahaha..just joking...i think this guy has too much *EHEM*EHEM cause he keep saying im like sheik haikel hahaha...a cool chill guy who has secret tattoos hidden somewhere on his body hahaha..u guys just have to look carefully to see his tattoos..when he lift up his arms hahaha... one more thing for u bro&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LU ROCK AH BRADDERRRR!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Waiyip (swimmer, gay swimmer, big eater,) Man this guy can really eat alot, i think if bring him to SOUL GARDEN comfirm kena &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BANNED&lt;/span&gt; from there hahaha..but his body maintain, because hes a swimmer n why is his bag so big?...what is inside?...let me tell u&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;List of items in waiyip bag&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;swimwear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;all his toiletries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;paddle for the hands something like a duck hand to make u swim faster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;goggle n antifog cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;psp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ipod touch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;labsheet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;snorkel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;floatation device&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;oxygen tank&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some fishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;some water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fiona xie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha okok items 8,9,10,11,12,13 are not true lah hehehe,reason he bring all these stuff? because he got training almost everyday..haha waiyip u got heard of a locker before anot?..haha btw this guy is the future micheal phelps world record holder i think spell tat way ah....fren u got a bright future ahead ah...dont throw it all in the drain ah..train hard n remember my name haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FOR FREN WHO IS NOT LISTED HERE I WILL DO SO LATER CAUSE I DONT REALLY KNOW U GUYS...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tats all for now getting sleepy..now is 2.55 am n tmr have to wake up at 7 n reach skool by 8.15 have to go to cisco..btw my time in the blog is still wrong...dont know how to fix it...ZZZZzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&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/6311508802104305913-4690042574906865488?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/4690042574906865488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/05/dedicated-to-my-classmate-of-ite-dover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/4690042574906865488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/4690042574906865488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/05/dedicated-to-my-classmate-of-ite-dover.html' title='Dedicated to my classmate of Ite Dover'/><author><name>Wee Anrul Azrudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418099514075055761</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/_zC2FMDjawIw/Sh6x9iOMl2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/odvuqZJGrdE/s72-c/1_103057652l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6311508802104305913.post-1735688447212824419</id><published>2009-05-27T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:15:52.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Obsession for Sepak Tkraw</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Obsession for Sepak Tkraw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i said to ppl tat i play tkraw they will just laugh out loud, the reason because they think im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; n i cannot play haha its not tat im &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FAT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its just tat i ate too much as a kid n a&lt;/span&gt; big appetite n the fats seem to get stuck in my body WTF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;whahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..playing tkraw isnt just about fitness. Mentality and creativity plays an important part too...since i was a kid, watching my frens playing tkraw makes me happy i wanted to try n play but thinking im just gonna make fool of myself...it started when i was serving ns tat my fren force me to play, then i just decided one day to bring my shoes n try it...it was funny at first but with the guidance of my frens i soon learn the ways of playing tkraw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i got alot of friendly match going on..last tue got friendly match with my own school team..i brought frens from outside to have a friendly match with ite dover team..the reason is warm them up for the game which is thur tmr lah..the friendly match when well n both team were respected..praised were exchange they thank us for organizing this friendly match cause this is their first time getting the feel of playing in the tournament...i feel tat i have help them out..i feel happy...tkraw brings us closer hahaha...n guess wat??? IM PLAYING FOR ITE DOVER TMR!!!! YEA but im lacking of confident cause i know there are stronger team out there..so just have to play smart not play hard..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i do have ups n downs in tkraw...sometimes i sucks at it but sometimes i run the game..tats when mentality comes into play...if u have the "damm im not good today mentality" then ur done...but if u have the "im gonna eat u guys up mentality" u will squash ur opponent like bugs...squiissshhhhh!!!! piak!!!!! boom boom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love tkraw n i will keep playing until my leg become jelly!!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-1735688447212824419?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/1735688447212824419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-obsession-for-sepak-tkraw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/1735688447212824419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/1735688447212824419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-obsession-for-sepak-tkraw.html' title='My Obsession for Sepak Tkraw'/><author><name>Wee Anrul Azrudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418099514075055761</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-6311508802104305913.post-3967000511295335866</id><published>2009-05-27T17:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:12:54.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of blogging</title><content type='html'>today first day of blogging got lots of things to say but dont know which to say first hahaha.....mr jaime told us to keep a blog so tat we could express ourself at the same time keep records of wat we have learn at skool for reference purpose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n this is wat i learn at skool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AH GONG AH GONG AH GONG!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to clifton im now addicted to CS 12 Gauge Auto shotgun.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who dont know what is AH GONG or wat i am talking about i will explain in my future post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my old friends who dont know wat im doing now, im currently back to school at ITE DOVER studying NETWORKING SECURITY &amp;amp; nope im not studying to become a security guard, many ppl thought it tat way but its more of a computer thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok i will start off with my first day in skool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of skool is SHITTY!!, being shy &amp;amp; not used to making frens, my weaknees got the better of me, first day i did nt talk to any one or make frens with anyone. i wanted to talk to some of them but words cant seem to get out of my mouth its like god shut my mouth up, so i got home dissapointed with myself. but i guess first day is ok not to make frens cause all of us is still in the confused mode haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start up my bike, lit up my first cigg of the day thinking im gonna make frens today at skool!!.. having tat courageous thought im my mind i jump on my bike n speed of to skool, skool is far im in hougang n skool is in dover about 20 mins trip without TRAFFIC JAMS, but the road im taking always jam so i takes me ard 30 mins to reach skool, entering the skool gate im getting nervous thinking how do i start the conversation?. HI?, WASSUP?,HELLO FREN?,HEY?, well i dont know how to start a Conversation, reach the classroom door, open the door ppl were staring at me like the same way when u give a loud burp at a restaurant or loud burst of fart in the elevator haha..my shyness level wen up BOILING POINT!!!!, i hustle to find a chair to sit on n hide myself from my classmates, the day wen by with no progress, no fren making, got home dissapointed again, hoping tmr will be a better tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still no progress =(, i feel like giving up, i feel like quiting skool, i feel like walking out of the classroom, throwing my future away, its like wat am i doing here in skool..im 21 n the rest is like 16 -17 years old only a few of them around 20`s,not my age!,lunch time seems long, alone i got out of the skool to have a cigg, never eat dont have the mood, sitting under the void deck alone i waited for class to continue. its was a 4 hour break because there is a module in my time table tat i dont have to attend its only for O n NA level student, so i called up my fren to pick me up n wen for lunch together, after tat return to skool to go to the CCA fair, there isnt much CCA in ite dover. but i already know wat CCA i want to join n its sepak tkraw haha...recently ive been really interested in tkraw, i started playing tkraw during my ns life n have been enjoying it since...played it almost everyday at hougang hahaha...okok back to the topic, i went over to sign up n AGAIN my weakness got the better of me, there is alot of ppl hanging out at the tkraw section...i was like ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!! MANGKOK(malay for pissed off)!!!! so i hang out opposite the section waiting for the crowd to go..shoo!! shoo! i wanted to chaase them away like cats hahaha but if i did tat i would probably go home with a black eye haha..so i waited n waited n waited n the crowd is still there..then a sudden burst of anger came to me i said to myself if i dont do it now i never gonna do it, so i just walk towards them and ask one of them where to fill up the form &amp;amp; the crowd is giving me tat look AGAIN..but this time i ingnored n continue writing, one of them even said "aku ingat die nk isi botol" translate"i thought he wants to fill his bottle" whahaha i was f*cking pissed off remembering his face i put him in my revenge list muahahaha im gonna get u someday just wait......after signing up i go home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wake up feeling useless, thoughts of making frens made me dont want to go to skool but then i remember the sudden burst of anger yesterday thinking if i can do that then i can do it again..so off to skool on a quest to make frensss, first lesson of the day was P.E dont know where class but saw one of my classmate n follow behind him to the classroom, inside the room listening to the teacher talking about education n stuff i got pretty bored haha n so the rest of the class..the P.E is so buff up..Muscle everywhere, one punch from him n i can fly like those indians in the tamil movies,,fly few meters away hahaha....but then i heard a voice on the right side of my ears..the words "hi", first i thought it was my imagination, then i turn my head n saw this skinny indian guy..ok lah not so skinny..he put his hand out n said "hi im GANESAN" without thinking i shake his hand n told him my name, he is the first person to say hi to me haha, i feel so happy like a weight being lifted off my shoulders, i feel relieved ahhhhhh.....then one by one they said hi to me waiyip follow by choon yong......god has answered my prayers...frown has changed to a smile...we went to lunch together, smoke together, n tat started my beautiful life in ite dover..hahaha n goos news is NO SKOOL ON FRI!!! yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k lah enough said i will continue later..its 7.10pm have to go macpherson play tkraw........bye my fren btw noticed the time in my blog is wrong hahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6311508802104305913-3967000511295335866?l=the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/feeds/3967000511295335866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-day-of-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/3967000511295335866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6311508802104305913/posts/default/3967000511295335866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-rose-tat-grew-from-concrete.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-day-of-blogging.html' title='First day of blogging'/><author><name>Wee Anrul Azrudin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418099514075055761</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>
