<?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-17187661</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:13:02.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jing Zhi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17187661.post-4537895034855351416</id><published>2007-09-29T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:41:03.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back!</title><content type='html'>Im back from Frasier's Hill, shall blog about it when I've uploaded the pics into my com! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-4537895034855351416?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/4537895034855351416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=4537895034855351416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/4537895034855351416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/4537895034855351416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2007/09/back.html' title='back!'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-882594529502981050</id><published>2007-09-16T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:30:36.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sept 13, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Went fishing with Amy(with er sao's permission, of course) on Thursday at Bedok Jetty, didn't catch anything much, but basically talked alot about ourselves, our dreams and other stuffs like how many kids we want in the future (as in how many kids she want with her future husband and how many I want with my future wife). It was like, 11 under the scorching sun, and I ended up with a pretty bad sunburn. We left at around 3.45pm, and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WALKED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;all the way back to Macdonald, which took us like 1 hour or so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sept 14, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Results&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;are finally out, and I passed all the modules, and so did the rest of the notsofunnians! =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Its not very good, but I will strive to work harder next semester!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sept 15, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Went to Sentosa at around 1p.m to celebrate a friend's birthday. This means that Im under the afternoon sun for another  4 hours or so, and now I look like the human torch, only cuter. Oh, my lips got burnt as well this time, and now theres 2 shades of colour on my lips, and I look as though I have a sausage in between my lips.=(|)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Went down to some pub&lt;/span&gt; l&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ater in the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; in my beach wear, looking like some retard. We opened a Chivas there that cost $128,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;and mixers were coke and green tea. It was fun watching the people doing dirty dance and the guys at some corner like complete dumbassess. Oh, I fell asleep on the sofa there too haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;So that about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;sums up my week, er sao's birthday is coming, and I don have any presents in mind. Suggestions, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Picture of the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/Ru1YBeWr57I/AAAAAAAAAEM/GqW9QRwPy_g/s1600-h/t7k24.tmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/Ru1YBeWr57I/AAAAAAAAAEM/GqW9QRwPy_g/s320/t7k24.tmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110837934486710194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Im not sure if you all know her, but shes xiao mu gua from the movie 881, and yes she shaved her head for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Ji lang ji pua, gan cheng bey sua~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-882594529502981050?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/882594529502981050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=882594529502981050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/882594529502981050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/882594529502981050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2007/09/burnt.html' title='Burnt'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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/_7KEj9tm60UE/Ru1YBeWr57I/AAAAAAAAAEM/GqW9QRwPy_g/s72-c/t7k24.tmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17187661.post-8732883338680524935</id><published>2007-09-11T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T01:06:15.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from.. whatever I went on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hi everyone! Its been a long time I last &lt;strike&gt;brogged&lt;/strike&gt; blogged. My last entry was on december 2006, I didn't know or expect that that would be my last entry until today, and I don't have a reason to stop blogging till now. The feeling just never came, and so I never really thought about carrying on blogging. And so, in the twinkling of the eye, 9 months have passed. Alot has happened since, and most of them brings back happy memories with everyone in notsofunni.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im not gonna do a detailed version of what happened, but maybe just a brief run-through of what happened in my life, pick up from where I left off and so on and so forth. Pictures are courtesy from Amanda since I rarely take pictures nowadays. Thank you Amanda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dec 24, 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This was the first and best Christmas I ever spent with the Notsofunnians in a hotel, Conrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108629914758350770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RuV_1z4bB7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Aawtyob2tg/s320/b02-XMAS06+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santa took Slim10~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was booked by Amanda's sister who also generously sponsored a vodka raspberry, if I remember correctly. It was fun watching HY near drunk and proposing to Sin Yee with a 1.5L coke bottle. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Night fell and we went to Esplanade for the Countdown, which sad to say, never came. So we left and as usual, Michelle was talking to much again, so we.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108632079421867986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RuWBzz4bB9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/lU1zlvL6Is8/s320/b02-XMAS06+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it just me, or does mich looks like she actually enjoys it? and whats with hy's expression?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So we went back to the hotel, played some card games (Indian poker), drank abit here and there etc etc. That about sums up the last Christmas we had. =)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108633741574211570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RuWDUj4bB_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/R7k6waIxVU4/s320/b02-XMAS06+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Candid shot of me looking like some fat retarded ass&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;March 14, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This day marks Kenneth's 19th birthday, and we kept telling him that his present was michelle-in-a-box. It scared the crap out of him. Haha! We had dinner at some chicken rice stall.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108636709396613122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RuWGBT4bCAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/zgqOM9xjLDY/s320/DSC01345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ys looked more like the Bday boy here&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So after dinner, we went to chill at Esplanade (again), and this time we went inside the library where we passed him his present..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108638148210657298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RuWHVD4bCBI/AAAAAAAAABE/xxTdNSwNBio/s320/DSC01347.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Not mich-in-a-wrapper please.."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and the outcome.. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109313328470812242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RuftZuWr5lI/AAAAAAAAABc/OvsJBXwketE/s320/Image066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Prince lived happily ever after with his.. doormat?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;April 28, 2007&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This time we went to Sentosa and even 2 sao went! It was fun; the sun, the beach and the beautiful girls, which ahem I didn't peek at. *cough* &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109316042890143410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/Rufv3uWr5rI/AAAAAAAAACM/oZEdbi_MrSY/s320/DSC00865%5Bedited%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Thats michelle looking simply orgasmic.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Michelle made her famous luncheon meat and egg that day, and ys pissed her off because he came very very late. =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played volleyball and frisbee, &lt;strike&gt;ogled at girls&lt;/strike&gt;walked around and talk alot of cock. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109315033572828802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/Rufu8-Wr5oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1_2NC5ikTzA/s400/DSC03901.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Thats me after months and months of training and working out. NOT&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109315664933021330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RufvhuWr5pI/AAAAAAAAAB8/LfL0Sp_HzQk/s320/DSC03899.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HY: OI YOU! Hands off my nan ren!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So that about sums up our sentosa trip. Overall, it was FUN!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;July 27, 07&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That happened to be Michelle's birthday, and this time round we went to the zoo! So I met Michelle, Amanda and Hong Yi that idiot who was late for an hour or so. I got nothing much to talk about this cus I left early, so let the pictures do the talking =)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109341250053203650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugGy-Wr5sI/AAAAAAAAACU/FSurKPpEvPE/s320/IMG_2876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This picture is gonna stay everones' mind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugHPeWr5vI/AAAAAAAAACs/1vDelznEI4c/s1600-h/IMG_8094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109341739679475442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugHPeWr5vI/AAAAAAAAACs/1vDelznEI4c/s320/IMG_8094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Kenneth likes this better half to be more.. er.. exotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;At one point of time I couldn't find Yee Seng and I thought he was eaten by the lions, so I started searching for him high and low, then I finally found that sneaky idiot..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugHJOWr5uI/AAAAAAAAACk/exvnsw0sFsY/s1600-h/IMG_2904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109341632305293026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugHJOWr5uI/AAAAAAAAACk/exvnsw0sFsY/s320/IMG_2904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YEE SENG! NEXT TIME DON ANYHOW RUN CAN?!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugG7eWr5tI/AAAAAAAAACc/efZYbWgtLQM/s1600-h/IMG_2880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109341396082091730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugG7eWr5tI/AAAAAAAAACc/efZYbWgtLQM/s320/IMG_2880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This pic was taken at the entrance. After mich was done with it, the poor thing just stopped breathing and moving..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109342194946008850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugHp-Wr5xI/AAAAAAAAAC8/z9nGQoV8stI/s320/IMG_8098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Look how &lt;strike&gt;sexually&lt;/strike&gt;excited Hong Yi is when he sees a big bird..(pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sept 7, 2007 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This was a combine celebration for Ys and myself. Thank you for those who came, and for those who did not, got heart can liao =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was a simple celebration at East Coast Park, we set up mats and basically had a small picnic of some sort, and everyone brought abit of something on thier own. Again, let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109351145657853730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugPy-Wr5yI/AAAAAAAAADE/jpes1S5plw8/s320/IMG_3177.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I look like King Kong from the movie "King Kong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109356492892137378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugUqOWr56I/AAAAAAAAAEE/0-mvgdfc8xY/s320/IMG_3161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I don't even wanna know what HY was thinking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109352382608435074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugQ6-Wr54I/AAAAAAAAAD0/_VukFYroeTw/s320/IMG_3166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Birthday Fatties! Somehow theres something wrong with this pic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109351798492882770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugQY-Wr51I/AAAAAAAAADc/6nA1w5usNhU/s320/IMG_3184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amanda wasn't happy with his pic (which I dono why, so we took another one..) I have to admit its pretty scary with HY spreading his legs behind me..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109351931636868962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugQguWr52I/AAAAAAAAADk/jZQzjpYDLXk/s320/IMG_3186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;still not passable..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109352202219808626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugQweWr53I/AAAAAAAAADs/Ea0Q7zbKKUM/s320/IMG_3185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Finally! PASS!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109352584471898002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RugRGuWr55I/AAAAAAAAAD8/h2Zp6asPHE8/s320/IMG_3191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cute isn't it? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, that was how we spend our Birthdays together. We went for dinner at Esplanade in the evening at some crap cafe, and I ordered roasted beef with red wine, and they gave me roast jeans in black pepper or something. It didn't even taste like beef at all! After that we went up to the roof terrace and played some stupid games, but non as compared as what HY and YS had to do at stairways when they lost in Zhong Ji Mi Ma. =D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So on the actual day of my b'day, 2 sao came over and had a family lunch together and we tried to do a puzzle until evening where we left for dinner with the notsofunny ppl. We had dinner at chomp chomp, and they even bought me a cake &lt;strike&gt;which hy smeared some on my face&lt;/strike&gt;. I just wanna say thanks to everyone who contributed in one way or another, this is one of the b'days I enjoyed the most.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So, that should roughly cover some of the events that took place during my hiatus from blogging. I hope that i will still continue to blog, and entertain you, if I did. Thanks for reading my big balls. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jing Zhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-8732883338680524935?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/8732883338680524935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=8732883338680524935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/8732883338680524935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/8732883338680524935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-from-whatever-i-went-on.html' title='Back from.. whatever I went on'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7KEj9tm60UE/RuV_1z4bB7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_Aawtyob2tg/s72-c/b02-XMAS06+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17187661.post-116705191893896870</id><published>2006-12-25T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T21:05:18.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-116705191893896870?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/116705191893896870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=116705191893896870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116705191893896870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116705191893896870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-116646351009740143</id><published>2006-12-19T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T01:43:23.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If there's a fire, Yee Seng will run to find food..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17th December marks the day I had steamboat with my classmates. I met Hong Yi, Michelle, Amanda and Serena at Ang Mo Kio MRT station where we took a train down to Marina to meet Sinyee, Yee Seng, Kailin and her BF where we were &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONNED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; to go Ping Xi*n. Food was so-so, service was bad, weather was bad and there's no coverings to shield the rain from spraying in, and we almost got killed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, enough talks. 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style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/970222/SANY0032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sin Yee: Quick! Get me the oxygen tank! Mich's sucking all the oxy.. *pant*..gen.. *pant*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, anyway, halfway through our eatings, it starting raining and those people didn't even bother to let the binds down until rain came splattering in, and the worst thing was that the wind was blowing so hard, the steamboat set caught fire and melted the pipe supplying gas to the set. Luckily they switched off the gas and extinguished the fire before anything happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/469229/SANY0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Evidence! See, the fire burn until the table black black. So basically they had to change a table for us, and so we had to move all our stuffs over. But the funny thing was that when everything was over, Yee Seng was spotted carrying a plate of nuggets, and we made fun of him saying that got fire he still go back the table get his nuggets. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/455790/SANY0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thats Serena looking very happy because she ate alot of prawns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/166860/SANY0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hong Yi was the last man &lt;strike&gt;standing&lt;/strike&gt; eating. Champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went for bowling after our meal, and boy, it was FUN!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/434959/SANY0069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle seems so happy standing next to Yee Seng&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/758155/SANY0070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I couldn't find the camera man.. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/982569/SANY0072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They were.. erm. carresing my F cup. *blush*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, thats about it. Im sorry for the bad grammer and tenses used. Its 1.25am and Im damn tired. Well, good night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Random Pic of the Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mich was talking too much that day.. so Hong Yi and I..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/985992/SANY0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/492428/SANY0094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is why I'll never forget you Mr Lard.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-116646351009740143?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/116646351009740143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=116646351009740143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116646351009740143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116646351009740143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-theres-fire-yee-seng-will-run-to.html' title='If there&apos;s a fire, Yee Seng will run to find food..'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-116620913571178610</id><published>2006-12-16T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T03:01:24.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another side of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At long last, common test is over. No more cowering in the library, room Sun Tzu, mugging like a piece of shit. Somemore the toilet damn eerie lor, everytime I go there pang sai, I damn scared got 1 hand come up touch my ass one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/666477/toot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I am CUTE! Yes, no?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-116620913571178610?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/116620913571178610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=116620913571178610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116620913571178610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116620913571178610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/12/another-side-of-me.html' title='Another side of Me'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-116516222659254131</id><published>2006-12-03T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:26:58.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I never liked</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Short talks of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a month and a day since Grandma passed away, and boy do I miss her. If you can read this Ah ma, I want to tell you I miss you very, very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try reading this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/357278/rubbish.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WTF is "moli glimmerob' hope"?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Did Cambridge push its standard of English up to a level that I can no longer understand, to help Singapore student speak/write better &lt;strike&gt;England &lt;/strike&gt;English, or am I just pure stupid? Cannot be mah.. I smelly smelly also B3 in English 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon my lame ass joke above. But I get damn irritated when someone multiple nudges me in msn and go something like "Harllowee.. How are euuu? ii am berii bored leiix, pei mie chatt hao mazz?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I'll take 1-2 minutes to decipher what he/she is writing before replying. Now, I'll take 1-2 seconds to look at the content before deciding whether to block him/her or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think thats bad, take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="273" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/29862/rubbish2.jpg" width="486" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture kinda small, but this is what its said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools (Other): (protected)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Occupation: giiviinx ouuttx candiiX n loliipopiiex..lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Companies:&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=companies&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=minii3%20n%20miickiieZ.."&gt;minii3 n miickiieZ..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Affiliations:&lt;a href="mailto:_@........................WANNA"&gt;@_@........................WANNA JOIN CALL 995&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hobbies and Interests:&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=interests&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=tOkiNn%20onN%20e%20fOn3"&gt;tOkiNn onN e fOn3&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=interests&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=hAng%20Ou+%20wIbb%20frEnzz"&gt;hAng Ou+ wIbb frEnzz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=interests&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=tAkE%20n30"&gt;tAkE n30&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=interests&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=lUrB%20P.E"&gt;lUrB P.E&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=interests&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=n%20l0+s%20mor33........."&gt;n l0+s mor33.........&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Favorite Books:&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=fbooks&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=+%20*all%20boutz%20miickiiez%20n%20candiixX*+......"&gt;+ *all boutz miickiiez n candiixX*+......&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Favorite Movies:&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=fmovies&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=GuEsS!%20mI%20aSh0%20DunNo%20sOO%20dO%20eUU%20thInK%20EuU%20nO3??hahax...."&gt;GuEsS! mI aSh0 DunNo sOO dO eUU thInK EuU nO3??hahax....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Favorite Music:&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=fmusic&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=untilted"&gt;untilted&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=fmusic&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=move%20along"&gt;move along&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=fmusic&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=everiitym%20we%20touchx"&gt;everiitym we touchx&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=fmusic&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=neva%20b%20replced"&gt;neva b replced&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=fmusic&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=iie%20nvr%20had%20a%20drea%20cum%20tuiire"&gt;iie nvr had a drea cum tuiire&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="mailto:Sh@n"&gt;mailto:Sh@n&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=fmusic&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=bU%20dE%20bU%20Ai"&gt;bU dE bU Ai&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=fmusic&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=pAn%20dU0%20lA%20SUPERWoman"&gt;pAn dU0 lA SUPERWoman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=fmusic&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=because%20of%20u"&gt;because of u&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=fmusic&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=kiss%20gdbye"&gt;kiss gdbye&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=fmusic&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=.....n%20loTxx"&gt;.....n loTxx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Favorite TV Shows:&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/gallery.php?ktype=ftv&amp;kw=1&amp;amp;kword=mickiieX.."&gt;mickiieX..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY EYES! MY EYES!!! AHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is it in twit language (Look up her occupation) its in ALT CAPSLOCK!! (Hobbies and Interest). The funniest part is that one of her favourite songs is "Untilted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA!! I never knew Simple Plan came out with a new song "Untilted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok.. Shan't disturb her anymore. I'm off to talk to Bee, and maybe listen to "Untilted"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Picture of the Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/134057/388741539l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Me, Amy and Bee during our BE BBQ night. I forgot to look at the camera when the shutters clicked. Nabei.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-116516222659254131?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/116516222659254131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=116516222659254131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116516222659254131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116516222659254131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/12/something-i-never-liked.html' title='Something I never liked'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-116491983291151807</id><published>2006-12-01T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T04:50:33.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Yi is Neo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Law common test took place yesterday, and the only comment I have is that if I ever pass that piece of shit, I'll marry Yee Seng, have kids with him, and live happily ever after in Hamsterville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Law paper, Michelle, Amanda, Cassandra, Hong Yi, Geryll and I headed down to Chomp Chomp where we had our dinner which consisted of 2 stingrays, kang kong, hokkien mee, char kuay teow, satay, bigass cups of sugarcane, and for Hong yi, 6 lard cubes, or Zhu You Zha to some of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr wise-ass lost in open number and ate 4 lard cubes, not happy and wanted to play again, lost again, ate another lard cube, not happy again, played again and lost again, and ate another lard cube. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.cyberbilly.com/meathenge/images/august/Lard003-thumb.jpeg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lard Cubes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, anyway, we headed down to Coffeebean, where we talked cock and speculated how Hong Yi could be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/549071/neo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;My Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Picture of The Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/301882/13468902820087l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Everybody, say hi to Emily, my first girlfriend, well, sort of. She's my only ex girlfriend whom I still don't have the balls to speak to. I saw her a month ago outside the driving centre where Im learning to ride. Ah well *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, did I tell you guys I witnessed a rape scene and even got a few pictures of it? Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/177268/rape%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/530111/rape%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/940864/rape%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/683189/rape%204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/69437/rape%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/960084/rape%206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor kid. He'll be traumatized for the rest of his life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-116491983291151807?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/116491983291151807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=116491983291151807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116491983291151807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116491983291151807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/12/hong-yi-is-neo.html' title='Hong Yi is Neo'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17187661.post-116411127570433837</id><published>2006-11-21T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:14:35.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back but barely alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Darren's belated birthday party was celebrated at "Secret Garden" last Saturday. Basically, we (Hong yi, Kenneth, Leon, Yee Seng and Geryll) were supposed to meet at Plaza Singapura at 3.30pm, and apparently only Hong Yi turned up on time. So &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong Yi, next time when you meet F4, and when they say meeting time is at 3.30pm, it means that you leave your house at 3.30pm, and chances of you going there and scold somebody for being late will still be pretty high, yea? So, I reached PS at 5.50pm, and surprisingly, I wasn't the latest. Geryll arrived at 6.30pm, and this means that Hong yi waited 3 and 1/2 hours for us. Song bo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from P.S, we went to 7-11 to get Darren an Absolute Vodka before heading down to Secret Garden, located at Bugis, opposite Fortune Centre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is OMGodly beautiful. The place was dimly litted, and if there's 1 word to describe it, it would be "Romantic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/605833/my%20bday%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/865932/my%20bday%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting that Darren invited his female childhood friends over, and in my opinion, girls never looked anymore prettier. Why they don't make girls like that in Ngee Ann? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls were dressed beautifully, and the guys was just.. sad. Only Leon wore a coat, which he took off cause it was rather hot, and Yee Seng wore his long sleeve shirt, buttoned it up all the way, without a tie, making him look more like an idiot. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/801849/my%20bday%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Top row: Leon, Jason, Cutie Pie, Hongyi, Yee Seng, Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bottom Row: Eng How, Elephant, Darren, Kenneth, Yanyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, where's Geryll? And notice Hong Yi blushing maroon from his face? That because it was Tiffany who was taking the picture. Nah, just joking, its because he flushes when he drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was served at around 8.15pm, and the first dish was French onion soup, if I remember correctly. Then came salad, followed by chicken and then seafood. All in all, very delicious, very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing though, was that Yee Seng tried acting suave and joined the girls' table, hoping to get fresh with them, and Tiffany, who sat next to Yee Seng turned her back at him, literally. She turned her chair to an adjacent angle so that the back of her head was facing Yee Seng. Song bo Yee Seng?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/802670/my%20bday%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, say hi to.. er I think her name's Janice. She's the one standing on the extreme left, beside Yee Seng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/360396/18-11-06_2341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a very knowledgeable person, and she's very fun to talk to. I think she travels a lot, cus she knows a lot of countries that I don't. Very witty too. I call her "Burden" cause we had to make a detour to Ikea to drop her off. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I enjoyed myself thoroughly that night. Special thanks to Darren for the invitation, you've been a great host, and everything was wonderful. Ask the girls what they think about the party and they'll show you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/370042/my%20bday%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BIG SMILE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alrighty! Shall stop here, its been a pretty hectic day, damn tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Picture of the Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/492/1651/400/410582/10940746455649l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I also found a joke that I find amusing, so here goes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One day, naughty Peter drew a penis on the whiteboard. The teacher saw, and wiped the whiteboard off angrily..The next day, Peter drew a bigger penis, and beside it, he wrote "&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE MORE U RUB IT, THE BIGGER IT GETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-116411127570433837?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/116411127570433837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=116411127570433837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116411127570433837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116411127570433837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/11/back-but-barely-alive.html' title='Back but barely alive.'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-116308456059941765</id><published>2006-11-09T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T23:02:40.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/1600/Image(2119).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282119%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture means alot to me, cause when I clicked the shutters, she gave my hand a tiny squeeze, something she hasn't done, for a very long time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This shall be the last entry on my grandmother, because I believe she has moved on, and so should I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I did something funny on the last night of the wake. I actually called up Macdonald's delivery service and ordered 2 apple pies. One for me, and 1 for grandma. I remember that she used to love it. It was the last thing that I can do for her, before she's cremated..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cremation was done at Bright Hill Mountain yesterday, and her ashes was moved to the temple where my grandfather was, right next to him. I am still sad for the departure of grandma, but I feel happy for her, now that she's free from needles and bitter medicines, and I believe she's reunited with my grandfather now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I feel deeply at ease too, because I have told her everything I should hours before she passed away. I even told her about 2 sao. At least I'm not among those guilty cousins who rarely goes to Grandma's place on Saturdays, and cried out that they have so much to say to her, but never got the chance to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Goodbye Grandma. I love you and I always will!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-116308456059941765?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/116308456059941765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=116308456059941765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116308456059941765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116308456059941765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/11/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-116278522011090412</id><published>2006-11-06T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T11:53:40.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Grandma</title><content type='html'>Grandma passed away on 5th November 2006 at 12.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with her all the way, till the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-116278522011090412?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/116278522011090412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=116278522011090412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116278522011090412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116278522011090412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/11/goodbye-grandma.html' title='Goodbye Grandma'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-116256977709061012</id><published>2006-11-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T02:11:21.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This entry will be dedicated to someone special. This entry is for you, Grandma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%28466%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I remember when I was way younger, around the age of 8 or so, I was notorious. I would skip tuition (at Mavis Tuition Centre), and spend my time in the arcades. My brother and I would take turns, stealing money from my grandmother's purse and squander it all on arcade games.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Naturally, my grandmother knew it was us who did it, owing to the fact that we were living under the same roof, and that she caught me red-handed once. But the thing that touched me, right up to this very moment as I type, is that when the principal of Mavis actually rang up my mother and told her I was skipping class, not only did grandma not rat on me for stealing her money, but she shielded me from my mom's caning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%28465%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Back then, my mom didn't use the cane anymore because either it kept on disappearing for no reason *cough*, or it wore out so fast due to the constant beatings. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I can still remember the day grandma shielded me from a crazy woman whom I call "Mom", from the constant beatings with a coat hanger because my chinese teacher called her and told her I cheated in "ting xie". I still remember the grimace on Grandma's face when the rod landed on her flash, and thats when I truely understand the term "it hurts on the inside".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My grandma is by far the most generous person I've ever seen. Every Chinese New Year without fail, she will wake up early just to make sure that the rubbish collecting people gets an Ang Pow from her, and whenever we took a cab, she'll strike up a conversation with the cabby, and most of the time, the last thing she says to the driver will not be "bye", but "keep the change". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Speaking of Chinese New Year, grandma will spend quite a lum sum preparing for the event. Though she has never said it before, but I believe that family bonding means very much to her ever since her husband, my grandfather passed away in 1993. So, on the first day of Chinese New Year till the forth day, the dining table will be heavily laden with all sorts of delicacies ranging from abalones to century eggs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But then things took a turn for the worst when she had a bad fall about 3 years back. She could no longer walk properly without the aid of a walking stick, she couldn't string a sentence together properly and couldn't remember some things or place that took place in the past. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Things kept going downhill, and she has to be sent to Tan Tock Seng hospital for various reasons. I visited her regularly, and sad to say, she's not getting better. I took a good hard look at her last night and realised how fray looking she has becomed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I saw her ear. It was shrivelled up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282120%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I remember her telling me that big and thick earlobes would bring fortune, and she would always happily show off hers to me. It just struck me.. she's not going to be able to do that anymore..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I received a call just now at Darren's house from my Mom. Apparently, my relatives are going to bring her home, to let her spend whatever time left she has left there. They believe its her wish, because its a place she calls home, it means alot to her, and the house contains memories non other can steal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282119%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The doctor has warned all of us that she has around 48 hours left, and so parden me if I behave like an asshole next week. Im going down to the hospital now, to tell grandma all the things I haven did, and tell her that I'm no longer what and who I used to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is my grandma. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%28464%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Her name is Choo Siew Poh, and I love her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-116256977709061012?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/116256977709061012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=116256977709061012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116256977709061012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116256977709061012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-grandmother.html' title='My Grandmother'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-116208823327931565</id><published>2006-10-29T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:37:34.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo City is bigger then BIG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;28 October marks my 10th month anniversary with Er-sao, and for this day, she proposed to go down to Vivo City as she's never been there before and very much wanted to see the shopping centre with her own eyes instead of hearing how freaking big it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at around 1.45pm, she came over to have her mp3 player fixed and also topped up a few songs from my laptop. We also caught abit of "Skyhigh" before heading down to my workplace, Outram, to get my salary. But nabei, I forgot that its Saturday and this means that the Accounts department is only working half-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we headed down to Vivo City with only like, what, 15 dollars in my wallet. Damn pathetic I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, Vivo City sure is big, its bigger then big. Its ENORMOUS! So, I was there with Er-sao, checking out the directory when I suddenly heard "Oi, FAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT VOICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart started pounding. Blood was rushing to my head. My palms turned sweaty, and the world suddenly seem to be revolving right on the spot. It couldn't be! Not on this day, NO! THIS CANT BE HAPPENING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was hallucinating and thus I ignored it until I heard it the second time. Slowly, I turned my head..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SAW HIM, I FREAKING SAW HIM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281777%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sorry! Wrong pic. Lets try that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I SAW HIM, I FREAKING SAW HIM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SAW..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282002%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My day is ruined! &gt;:(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Random pic of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Amanda and I had a talk about about this. Apparently, she's not happy that I'm posting only pictures of babes. She wants some hunks, so here it goes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Pyareinthemirrorv.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;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/4345102091490l.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;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/3884507025323l.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;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/awerff.jpg" border="0" /&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/17187661-116208823327931565?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/116208823327931565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=116208823327931565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116208823327931565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116208823327931565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/10/vivo-city-is-bigger-then-big_29.html' title='Vivo City is bigger then BIG!'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-116179518249064857</id><published>2006-10-25T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:54:32.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back, but not for long</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Its been what, a month since I've last posted an entry, and alot has happened in this short 1 month and 2 days. But we'll pick up from where we left off, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I passed all my modules, including BTC, which means I don't have to see Mr Yang and his "Wa! The rooftop FASCINATING right?" or "What do you think?"s anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even happier because I don't have to see Mr Ho anymore, which is double WEE! No more "..and then &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;ah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, you see the A.H.U &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;ah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, A.H.U &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;ah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, stands for Air Handling Unit &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;ah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. Very important &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;ah&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. must remember &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 "ah"s in 1 sentence. This guy should seriously go make a porn movie or something. Waste of talent teaching a bunch of pure-minded students like me who only wants to study. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, holidays. I don't know why, but that was the one holiday that I look forward to end. Maybe its because my blossom friends are all botak and probably marching under the hot sun, barked by some mad seageant who might most probably be Leon's friend, who also happen to like watching the Goong show and ends up crying, are not around with me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels kinda.. quiet without them, always have and always will be. Ah well, as the saying goes, "tough times don't last, tough men do." Kinda look forward to them booking out man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been taking up bike lessons, hoping to ride to school someday without squeezing to board the bus, and waking up 1 and 1/2 hours before lesson starts. Its fun, for example, on my first practical lesson, I was suppose to do this rear brake thingie, but I panicked and whacked the throttle instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew fat people could fly until I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met a few fucked up instructors, amongst one of them was one who complained that I was riding too slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;My grandmother can ride faster then all of you&lt;/em&gt;!" I remember him saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was almost on the verge of blurting out "Ask your grandmother ride la!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I scared later he fail me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I sped up after that, from 20kmph to 50kmph. And when I reached the checkpoint, I actually asked him "Got win your grandmother?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT CHAO CHEE.. KEN FAIL ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I met after humourous ones, for example on my first practical, my instuctor, Julian, told me to fasten my seat beat, and I actually took 5 seconds to find a seatbelt before realising BIKES GOT NO SEATBELTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ma de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my holidays was kind of screwed up, and 7 weeks passed in the twinkling of an eye, and pretty soon enough school re-opened. This semester, we're taking some pretty dry modules like Theory on Economics, taught by Mr Water-Bottle a.k.a Mr Lambo-Genie. We're also learning Law, taught by Ms Hotbabe-whose-name-I-can't-remember, and it involves alot of memory work. Never mind. Eat more Law-mee can pass Law, I think. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those who are curious, yes, I'm still attached to 2-sao. But things are quite rocky at the moment, and I don't really know if our relationship can survive till our 10th month anniversary, which is 2 days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, our group of F4 has now expanded to F6. Our 2 new members are Geryll and Hong Yi. Hong Yi's from Engineering Common Year and had just recently transfered over to our class. Very friendly chap, plays daidee and 30 dian well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, basically thats about it, and the reason why I'm blogging tonight is because I was bored enough to mess with my own tagboard, which is located all the way down, on the right. Special thanks to Amanda for the new blogskin. Very simple and sleek. Appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pic of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/400/Cutie%20pie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, say hi to "I-cant-remember-your-name-either" All I know is that she used to play basketball with me, and she's very good for a girl. I don't know why, but she calls me Buttercups. Wait, I think I remember her name, its Elaine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/400/DSC025031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So guys, if you wanna be friends with this hot, sweaty, yet cute basketball sugar, come lick my butt-crack and I might just introduce you to her. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-116179518249064857?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/116179518249064857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=116179518249064857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116179518249064857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/116179518249064857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-but-not-for-long.html' title='back, but not for long'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115898028833077985</id><published>2006-09-23T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:42:07.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to end this blog with that simple 'I'm sorry', but I figured I owe at least an explanation to everyone who has supported this blog in one way or the other. The reason why I decided to terminate this blog is because the original reason for its creation and existence, is now gone. There is no point for me in continuing blogging anymore. I'm sorry for letting everybody down, but I hope you can understand that this is something I have to do. But who knows, maybe, and just maybe, I'll be back someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets,&lt;br /&gt;Jing Zhi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115898028833077985?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115898028833077985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115898028833077985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115898028833077985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115898028833077985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/09/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115820578086984038</id><published>2006-09-14T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T12:02:42.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING BORING HOLIDAYS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went out with Jasmine for pool several days ago, but it was raining heavily, so we sat down in this kopitiam and ordered Rojak, waiting for the rain to subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/SP_A2200%231.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jasmine and her very hot lesbian friend, Ning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I've known Jasmine for about nearly 5 years now, we used to play basketball at Braddel Heights CC. She has a hot sister, sorry make it 3 hot younger sisters and a obese brother. She's eldest in the family, and owns a plastic vibrator that she named "Xuannie". *snort* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She moved to East Coast about 2 months ago, so its very hard for me to jio her out for basketball anymore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, as I was saying, we had rojak, and when the rain finally stopped, we went to play pool at Toa Payoh snookerium. On the way home, I was messing with her bag and I found this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282104%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I swear to God I had no idea what it was initially. So I asked her "What, you bring wet tissue with you all the time?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;She blushed and snatched back the "wet tissue" from me and said softly "Thats not wet tissue, you idiot!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;For those sua-ku + kum gongs like me, this is a lesson learnt. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. Never, ever mess with girl's bag. Its blood-stained.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. From now onwards, NEVER assume that girls bring wet tissues. Expect the unexpected.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. Ask before you touch anything, cus now I'll never strike 4D. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alright. Enough of this Kotex disguising as wet tissue thing *shiver*. I went overnight fishing with the NP angler people yesterday. I reached an hour earlier cus I mis-read the meeting time and ended up stoning at Bedok MRT station for an hour before they arrived. Thank God Amanda entertained me, or else I think I would have been bored to death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;From there, we took a cab down to East Coast Park carpark lot F1 and walked in to Bedok Jetty. Upon reaching the jetty, we set up our rods and thus, fishing begins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282105%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thats my area. I was the only idiot who didn't bring hammock and so I ended up sleeping on the hard, stony chair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282106%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the people, sleeping comfortably in their hammocks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282107%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bedok jetty looks very majestic at around 6-7am. The sky starts lightening up slowly, the gentle wind beating upon our faces, the bustling of activites starts taking place and so on. You can see uncles and aunties riding their bicycles here, trying their luck for big fishes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282108%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;First catch of the day! A pufferfish got caught, and we threw it back to the sea cus its inedible. Well, thats about it. Nothing much to blog about that day cus we (as in me and the NP angler people) don't really click. Its like.. Powerpuff Girls and Sasame Street. We are colleagues from Kids Central but we don't mix. So, I'm jio-ing people to go fishing with me. Anyone wants in?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, thats about it. Random picture of the day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/qian%20hui.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thats &lt;a href="http://Kian-Fui.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;QianHui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Single and available. Anyone interested?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115820578086984038?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115820578086984038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115820578086984038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115820578086984038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115820578086984038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/09/boring-boring-holidays_14.html' title='BORING BORING HOLIDAYS!!'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115785587631225125</id><published>2006-09-10T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T10:37:56.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9th September marks the day I was born, but surprisingly, I didn't really feel the "kick" of the special day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not because the F4 (Leon, Kenneth and Yee Seng) didn't "jio" me out, but rather because I feel I'm getting older. I'm hitting the end of my teenage years. I'm getting old. I have wrinkles up my ass, I have white hair, I'm afraid of not being able to control my bladders, and wetting my bed unknowingly. I'm afraid of having to wear diapers, while my grandson/grand-daughters point and laugh at me. I'm afraid of not being able to chew properly because all my teeth have fallen off, and the dentures do not fit. I'm afraid that I'll have to work at Macdonald when I'm old, selling hambugs, because I outlive my savings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not afraid of dying. I neither fear nor welcome it. I just hope that when it comes, it strikes the person next to me first. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! Enough of emo-talks. Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282085%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We (my ITE friends and I) went down to Marina Square and had Pizza Hut there. We ordered 3 pizzas; the stuffed-crust thingie, the Hawaiian and the Spicy Chicken Supreme. It was a package, and it came with mushroom soup and drinks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282086%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Hawaiian was H-E-A-V-E-N-L-Y. The melted cheese and the turkey bacon tasted out of this world right down to the very last bite of the crust. With the combination of additional cheese and chilli powder, I think it should take over the slogan of "Finger Licking Good". All in all, simply orgasmic!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner, we sat there and chat for a moment, when suddenly the waitress brought out a almond cheesecake and they started singing the birthday song to me. It was a very touching sight, and I almost, I said almost ah, cried. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282093%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Left to right, bottom to top: Qian Hui, Xiao Qin, Afida, Some handsome I don't really remember, and Sharahoudin. Of couse they were not the only people there, other people included are LC, sharan, Jovin, Kelvin and.. *ahem* Her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Photo-0180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats me, holding a slice of the birthday cake, smiling like a retard.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282088%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;After dinner, we went bowling and played abit pool at Marina Square, and I caught a movie, "Monster House" with Her. Not very nice, but they say its the person you catch the movie with, and not the movie, that matters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It was getting pretty late then, I sent Her home, and took a cab down to Granny's house. I saw baby Olivier there and she's getting skinnier! :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Her parents must have ill-treated her! Never mind, I shall kidnap her and raise her bai bai pang pang!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, this was how Olivier looked like 2 months ago:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281653%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kua Si Mi?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281651%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm Cute! Lalala"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281646%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm Zoe Tay, eh no I'm Olivier Teh!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But now she looks like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/8453793718445m.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh! Sorry! wrong baby. That is the future Ronald Macdonald!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, presenting Olivier as of yesterday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282098%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My parents ill-treat me :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282099%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I'm MISERABLE. HELP MEEE!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282101%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Jing Zhi, Adopt me! I wanne be yours!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282102%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God help me :("&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Morale of the story: Don't take Slim 10.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115785587631225125?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115785587631225125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115785587631225125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115785587631225125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115785587631225125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-happy-happy-birthday.html' title='OH HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115768843477048087</id><published>2006-09-08T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T12:07:14.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one about Crappy Jobs and Stupid Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was Yee Seng's birthday yesterday, but he sacrificed it for a crappy job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started 2 days ago, when I came across an article on the Strait Times on a company recruiting 25 "fun-loving" people for a job that involves &lt;strike&gt;conning people of their hard-earned money&lt;/strike&gt; selling "donation tickets" to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I rang the company up. I love fun. But usually, it involves being around girls. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, poor Leon, Yee Seng and I went down to bugis 2 days ago for the so-called "interview". It was a pretty tense moment inside the interview room, until the boss asked Yee Seng: "So, how much are you expecting for your salary?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee Seng, who has no working experience, apart from helping his mom out at a souvenir shop at Sentosa was shocked and muttered, "erm.. around $700-$800 dollars.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the King of Con, I mean the Boss said "That is... BULLSHIT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made Leon and I laughed our ass off. The way he said "Bullshit" was damn funny. It sounded like "Pu-Shit!" Bey Tahan ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, he went on about the "career prospect", working hours and the pay, which he said "Don't worry, you can hit $1k EASILY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is PU-SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went on to the next question: "Now, give me one good reason why I should hire you." And Yee Seng gave the corniest answer I've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"I have no experience, but I am willing to work hard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA!!! WTF?! Isn't that the corniest line you've ever heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/hung.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have no experience, but I am willing to work hard!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He(The king of con) told us that work commences the next day, on Yee Seng's birthday and so we have to come down to start our training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like little idiots ("little" referring to Yee Seng and I. Leon old liao, so he is Big idiot), we went down the following day and we're introduced to various con-men who worked there. It turns out that company is selling "Donation Tickets" to help the Elderly, homeless kids and ex-convicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"100% of the proceeds will go to charity." he (the King of con) said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pu-shit!" I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had experience with this kind of job. The company draws a certain percentage of the total proceeds and pocket them, while little suckers like Yee Seng and I, Big for Leon actually also draw a small percentage of the money for our salary, food and transport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you work your mathematics, the actual proceeds that reach the hands of the needy is very pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we spend the whole morning, trying to stop people and sell them the $10 donation tickets. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was hardwork, mind you. Throughout the whole morning, the only thing I've said was "Zhe wei piao liang de xiao jie, wo bu shi mai dong xi de. Ke yi gei wo 30 miao de shi jian ma? Bang bang mang laa.." loosy translated as "Hey pretty babe, I'm not trying to sell you anything, can you spare me 30 seconds, please help help laa.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lie + con job. First, I have to call women who has belly bigger than mine as "Zhe wei piao liang de Xiao Jie", and I try to actually try to con them of their oily money. Ta ma de!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leon couldn't take it, and call me at around 12 to tell me he quit. That sneaky commando told his leader that he has food poisoning and has to go home. So I went up to my leader and told him I wasn't cut out for the job, hence I quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yee Seng did the same. And so we met up at National Library before heading down to Macdonald where we had our meals, played abut of pool and talked alot of cock at Yoshinoya, when I suddenly asked Yee Seng "So, give me 1 good reason why I should hire you.", while Leon asked "So, how much salary are you expecting?" Damn funny I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, crap day, crap birthday, poor Yee Seng. But not bad la, at least Sin yee sang him a birthday song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it. Im going out now. My ITE mates are gonna celebrate &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; in advance. Woo!&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/17187661-115768843477048087?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115768843477048087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115768843477048087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115768843477048087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115768843477048087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-about-crappy-jobs-and-stupid-games.html' title='The one about Crappy Jobs and Stupid Games'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115738390071005631</id><published>2006-09-04T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T23:41:57.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its saddening to hear..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/1600/Steve%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Steve%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Irwin passed away this afternoon after a stingray's barb( the tail portion) pierced through his chest, puncturing his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who do not know Steve Irwin, he's a famous crocodile hunter from Sydney, Australia. He's one of the reason why I still watch Kids Central &lt;strike&gt;the other reasons being I love the Powerpuff Girls, the X'men and Justice League &lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.azcentral.com/arizonarepublic/news/gifs/0103irwin-croc03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used to fascinate me with his ways with deadly animals/reptiles/insects etc. He's just so.. natural. Its like he was born to do this. Its in his blood. People think that he's mad, looney and insane, exposing his baby to such dangers, but I think its brilliant. If I have a Dad like him, I'll be proud of him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dragoval.com/images/homage/steve_irwin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can still remember vividly waking up early on Saturday morning watching "Croc Files" by Steve and his wife, Terri Irwin. I used to enjoy the "Fun-Facts" then. Come to think of it, it seems so.. yesterday..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.timeinc.net/people/i/2004/04/news/040628/sirwin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"He came over the top of a stingray and the stingray's barb went up and went into his chest and put a hole into his heart," said Irwin's longtime producer John Stainton, who was with him at the time on Monday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's likely that he possibly died instantly when the barb hit him, and I don't think that he ... felt any pain," a tearful Stainton told reporters in the city of Cairns. "He died doing what he loved best."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, at least he died something he loved best. No regrets. *sniff* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For all those who care, article of his death can be found &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20060904/ts_afp/australiapeopleirwinwildlife_060904125339"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and two videos that I find highly inspiring, yet touching is &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tsuTTxZvI9w"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gVEVUxyxBJc&amp;amp;NR"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115738390071005631?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115738390071005631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115738390071005631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115738390071005631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115738390071005631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-saddening-to-hear.html' title='Its saddening to hear..'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115721277201676870</id><published>2006-09-02T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T00:02:23.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Andy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOTE: THIS ENTRY IS RATHER LONG, SO I SUGGEST YOU GRAB SOME POPCORNS AND MAKE YOURSELF A DRINK. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Andy's (Kenneth's friend) birthday, and Kenneth decided to &lt;strike&gt;destroy&lt;/strike&gt; celebrate it by "inviting" him to watch aeroplane with us. That sneaky bastard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282029%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It would be better if they name it "RSAF SUANA HOUSE 2006"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, we met at Eunos at 1000 hours, and as usual, Kenneth was late. *Cough* Asshole *cough*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From there, we took a shuttle bus to Paya Lebah Airbase. Nabei, the queue was so bloody long, by the time we managed to board the bus, it was nearing noon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we alighted the bus, it was sweltering hot. Then Yee Seng's period came and he wasn't wearing kotex, so he gave me the "No mood la.. don't kajiao me or else I will fuck you upside down, inside out" when I messed with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282030%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I turn left, there was people, I turn right, there was people, I look up, NABEI! THERE WAS AEROPLANES"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was so freaking crowded and damn bloody hot. I cannot over-emphasize on how hot it was down there cause practically everyone of us got sunburnt except for Andy cus he's already chao-tah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282033%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Introducing the attack helicopter, the "Lampaji". Wait, what? Its "Apache", not "Lampaji"? Gee.. No wonder the pilot gave me such a dirty look when I asked if I could touch his "Lampaji"..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Believe it or not, the &lt;strike&gt;Lampaji&lt;/strike&gt; Apache is the state of the art technology. The mushroom thing on top is actually a radar. It can detect enemies from a distance of 8km away, and apart from that, pilot actually keep several cans of "Campbell" mushroom soup there in case they ever get hungry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="361" alt="" src="http://www.lenoci.org/megafono/imgs/small/Cambell_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You're a sucker if you believe my bullshit about the campbell soup thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But seriously, the Apache is so advanced that if for example, the pilot looks left, the gattling gun that is located directly below his ass, below the plane will rotate to the left. Cool right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282034%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This, my friend, is the "Chin-bye". What?! Wrong again? Oh! Its Chin-hook.. CRAP!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This, the Chin-hook, is also one of the spectaculars there. According to the technicians there, it can carry up to 20 tonnes of weight. Thats about the weight of 29 Toyota Corollas. The picture of the chin-hook might be puny here, but in reality, its HUMONGOUS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some other planes:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282037%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats Yee Seng down there, trying his "Opps, I did it again, I walked into your camera UNKNOWNINGLY! You see his facial expression! So natural! Confirm arm-chio to himself one!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282039%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If i remember correctly, this is the 741. It has a Eagle crest by the side. Looks majestic, but function wise, I have no idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282040%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really cant remember what this big-ass plane is called. But it is easily twice the size of other planes there. Its nearly the size of a Chin-hook. Its used for fuel transfere up in the air, and also parachuting purposes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282042%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another big-ass plane that I cant remember. But this one looks pretty harmless. So, whats it doing in RSAF. It looks like those old old SIA planes. *shrugs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282043%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the gadget they use to shoot aeroplanes down. There will be 2 riders by the side for reloading purposes, I think, and 1 guy in the centre, controlling the angle and rotation of it. Don't underestimate this heavy piece of shit, it can rotate pretty fast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282048%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I seriously have no idea what a bunch of missles are doing in the middle of the road. But everytime I look at it, I cannot help thinking about exploding darts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282050%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This, ladies and gentlemen, is the F5s Tiger. Operated by only 1 pilot, the F5s tiger has an air-conditioned cock, I mean cockpit! What is wrong with me!? Other weapons include the Air-to-ground missile, laser guilded bombs and cluster bombs. Don't ask me what those are, all I know is its enough to kick my ass upside down, inside out. *shivers*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The F5 is also an attack plane, but word has it that the F5's job is to protect the F16s while the F16 launches the attack. I'm not sure whether its true or not, but hey, its interesting, isn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282052%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missiles attached to the sides of the F5. Scary~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Drinks are rather expensive there. Those who are thinking of visiting the airbase remember to bring your own drinks. It's quite important.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282055%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Gasp!* Yee Seng heard the Missile talking to him!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282062%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Behold! This is the F16 jet fighter plane. Unlike the F5s, the F16 is operated by 2 pilots. One of them shall drive the plane and the other shall wipe the sweat off the pilot's face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok. I lied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The job of the pilot behind is actually to fire weapons and kill enemies. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282066%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I remember correctly, this is the F16D. If u look carefully, there is a smiley mouth below the plane, and I came out with this theory that the F16D is happy to kill people. Hence the smiley mouth is created. Logical right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was an aerial show at 17oo hours, and it was amazing. Definately a must-watch event once in your life. Journey back to Eunos by the shutter bus was very long. The queue was even more worst then the journey there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we reached Eunos, we were hungry like shit. So we ordered a whole chicken, 6 dollars worth of Kang Kong and alot of rice. But hey, whats the worry. I'm skinny. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282076%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115721277201676870?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115721277201676870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115721277201676870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115721277201676870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115721277201676870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday-andy.html' title='Happy Birthday Andy'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115707923044317775</id><published>2006-09-01T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T11:50:26.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One On Transvestite</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Daisy and I was having this chat on Transvestites a.k.a "Ah guas" to us Singaporeans. I don't know how we got to the topic, but earlier on we were chatting about hot babes. I seriously cannot imagine what will happen if my "hot babe" told me that she's actually a guy. Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our wedding night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hot babe: "Honey, I have something to tell you.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: "What is it, my love?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Hot Babe takes out a guy photo from her wallet)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me: "Is that your ex-boyfriend? Sweetie, you know I don't mind.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hot babe: "No darling, thats me before operation.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/erxin.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  On thier wedding night, Jing Zhi found out that his "wife" has more than just eye-ball balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAA!!!! SCARY AHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I shall make it a point to *ahem* "check" my girlfriend before I get married. *Grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was a joke. Don't think too badly of me, girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway back to our topic on "ah guas", introducing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Korean Ah Guas:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guys, don't even start erecting. The pictures on top are GUYS. Who know if one of them has a blog that goes by the address of &lt;a href="http://www.ILoveKimChiSoup&amp;IHaveBigBalls.Blogspot.com"&gt;www.ILoveKimChiSoup&amp;amp;IHaveBigBalls.Blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And introducing our..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;China Ah Guas:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/8.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/9.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wa. Such rare beauty. Screw Korea, I'm definately going China someday. Anyone wanna tag along?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115707923044317775?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115707923044317775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115707923044317775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115707923044317775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115707923044317775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-on-transvestite.html' title='The One On Transvestite'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115691124524831418</id><published>2006-08-30T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:51:53.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>I was at Serangoon Garden's petshop with my cousin cus she wanted some dwalf hamsters to fill up her lonely life. She's sec 3 this year, a hamster freak, never had a guy in her life before, loves doing the stupid pose whereby you stick your second and third fingers out, loves her papa and mama to death and simply adore babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT! Isn't that Amanda Im talking about about? *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;*photo deleted away by unoewho...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, do you like hamsters? You could be my long lost cousin or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't hate the stupid second and third finger pose, its just that normally, I hide the second finger. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I was in the hamster section when something suddenly struck me. I took out a picture from my coat pocket, approached the nearest assistant I could find and ask him, "S'cuse me, do you have something that look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/YS%20so%20cute.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That bastard told me to try the guinea pig section. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday's been kinda boring for me. I met up with my ITE peeps yesterday for lunch and then bowling at Kovan, and I have to say I SUCK in bowling, totally. The first game I got 100 points zhun, second game got 78 and third game i got 98. I got 1 strike, and several spares, but all the other sick bastards hit above 150 points. I got pawned :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my cousin has recently given birth to a baby girl, ok maybe not so recent la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281644%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody, say Hi to Olivia. She's 8 months old, and ultra cute. I saw Iris and baby Sara on Amanda's blog, and everyone commenting on how cute they are, I bey loon. Have to fight to keep my rice bowl. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281650%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my hand! Her parents, my cousin, saw what I did to Olivia and gave me the "what-the-fuck-are you-doing" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281652%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried the same thing again after awhile, and this time, &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; Olivia cried, and I got clobbered by her parents. Nabei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, I still love her. AMANDA, I DON'T WANT YOUR IRIS OR SARA LIAO! I GOT MY OWN~ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget, Leon and I will be organising a class gathering this Friday on Teacher's Day. All mates from 1A02 are invited. Interested parties please meet at bugis MRT station this Friday at 5.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats about it, before I end off, here's some random pics of myself at Darren's house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282013%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282015%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%282018%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone fallen for me yet? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115691124524831418?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115691124524831418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115691124524831418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115691124524831418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115691124524831418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/08/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115643616604098620</id><published>2006-08-24T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:11:32.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;BTC paper was horrible + terrible + vegetable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the questions was "Parquet flooring is commonly used as a floor finish in most bedrooms. Explain the steps in the construction of a parquet floor, and the purpose for each step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10 marks]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contemplated for awhile trying, battling myself not to write "what do you think?" Its what my lecturer always say to me when I ask him a &lt;strike&gt;stupid&lt;/strike&gt; question. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after stoning for a long time, I gave him my model answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First you cut the timber, then you parquet the timber, then you use the timber."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many marks do you readers reckon he'll give me? I'm hoping for a 8/10. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cherishing any hopes for MES either, the paper practically screwed my ass upside down, inside out. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me. I've lots of photos to upload, but that will have to wait until Darren sends me all of them. Meanwhile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!! WOOO~&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/1600/32919296644257l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115643616604098620?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115643616604098620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115643616604098620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115643616604098620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115643616604098620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/08/end-of-exams.html' title='End of Exams'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115616914217774679</id><published>2006-08-21T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T22:09:59.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since I last wrote to You. I hope You're doing fine up there. Life's pretty good down here, just that its getting kind of hot down here recently, so I hope you can do something about the faulty orange You hung up on the sky several milleniums ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, did You know that I wrote you a letter when I was taking my O level for the first time in year 2004? I didn't put enough stamps on the envelope that time and I received the letter back with a "Return To Sender" note. I guess thats why I failed so badly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, God, but I've missed You, BADLY. There's so many things that I need Your help on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having my examinations this week, God. I really do hope you can help me. I know, I know. I'm not a person worth helping, but hey! Lets compromise shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get an "A" for my Accounting, I will go on a diet and try to lose some weight. But hey, no promises ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get a "A" for my Building Technology, I will stop being irritating and stop disturbing people like Yee Seng and Amanda. I will be a good boy and make salty coffee for anyone who wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get a "A" for my Mechanical System, I will stop watching porn from Kenneth's laptop &lt;strike&gt;cus I have my own &lt;/strike&gt;even though I love blonde babes too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, if you grant me 3 "A"s, I'll dye my hair gold, throw alway all my , I mean my brother's FHM megazines away and even be best friends with Eugene from my class and follow him to City Harvest every weekend. I'll even sing Your praises in loud tetno music if it makes You happy. I can even try rapping if You want me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that God, I'll be vegetarian for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See God, this is such a good bargain. Win-win situation right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, its pretty late, You should turn in for the night already. I'll end here. You take care now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jing Zhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I hope I've put enough stamp on this time, and also God, I'm enclosing a cup of salty coffee for you. It's the latest drink on Earth, created by some idiot who requested for salt instead of sugar. I don't really remember the details, but You can view &lt;a href="http://www.ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; for more details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115616914217774679?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115616914217774679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115616914217774679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115616914217774679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115616914217774679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/08/letter-to-god.html' title='Letter to God'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115578399341387655</id><published>2006-08-17T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:09:25.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;He met her on a party. She was the centre of attraction, and many guys were wooing her, while he's just a normal guy. Nobody paid him the slightest attention. At the end of the party, he invited her to have coffee with him. She was surprised, but being polite, she agreed. They sat in a nice coffee house, but he was too nervous to say anything. She felt uncomfortable, and thought, "Please let me leave.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, he asked the waiter "Could you give me some salt? I'd like to put it in my coffee." Everyone stared at him. His face turned red, but still, he added salt to his coffee and drank it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiosity, she asked him, "why do you have such a strange habit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied: "When I was a little boy, I lived near the sea, I liked playing in the sea, and I could feel the taste of the sea, and smell the salty breeze. Now every time I have the salty coffee, I'll always think of my childhood memories, I'll think of my hometown, and I miss my hometown so much. I miss my parents who are still living there". While saying that tears filled his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was deeply touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's his true feeling, from the bottom of his heart. A man who can tell out his homesickness, must be a man who loves home, cares about home, and has responsibility of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she also started to speak, spoke about her faraway hometown, her childhood and her family. That was a really nice talk they had, also a beautiful beginning of their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued to date. She found that actually he was a man who meets all her demands; he had tolerance, was kind-hearted, warm, careful. He was such a good person but she almost missed him if not for the salty coffee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just like every beautiful love story , the princess was married to the prince, and lived a very happy life. And everytime she made coffee for him, she'd put some salt in the coffee, as she knew that's the way he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 40 years, he passed away, left her a letter which said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me, forgive my lie. This was the only lie I told you - the salty coffee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Remember the first time we dated? I was so nervous at that time, actually I wanted some sugar, but I said salt! It was hard for me to change so I just went ahead. I never thought that could be the start of our communication! I tried to tell you the truth many times in my life, but I was too afraid to do that, as I have promised not to lie to you for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm dying, I afraid of nothing so I'll tell you the truth. I don't like the salty coffee, what a strange bad taste.. But I have had the salty coffee for my whole life! Since I knew you, I never felt sorry for anything I did for you. Having you with me is my biggest happiness for my whole life. If I can live for the second time, I still want to know you and have you for my whole life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..even if I have to drink the salty coffee again..".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tears made the letter totally wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years passed, and one day, someone asked her "how does salty coffee taste like?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its sweet.." She replied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115578399341387655?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115578399341387655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115578399341387655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115578399341387655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115578399341387655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/08/story.html' title='A story'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115556991989971321</id><published>2006-08-14T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:38:39.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day as a rich man..</title><content type='html'>Woke up damn early today for the stupid IDS project, and also partly because some idiot called my handphone looking for Krishna. Narbei, do I sound like "Krishna" to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, during IDS, Leon attempted to access to my blog, but he left out the ".blogspot", and typed &lt;a href="http://www.Ihavebigballs.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;www.Ihavebigballs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Turned out to be a porno website, and we laughed our ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, we headed down to Darren's place after school, and Holy Shit, his place looks like a palace compared to my pathetic HDB crap. We had lunch there, where his maid made us a meal of Spaghetti and Swedish meatballs. Then, we toyed with his Osim chair thingie like some kind of Sua Ku, and shortly after that we went down for a swim and also did suana there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some work, learn AutoCAD stuffs, and some accounting and so on. Then came dinner, this time was Yee Mian, i think. Tasty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fooled around abit, took some candid shot and so on. So, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://xdc.xanga.com/f62a9a771533472369466/b48726358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many years from now Kenneth, you're gonna laugh at this retarded picture of yourself, cus Im not removing it! =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 335px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://xb6.xanga.com/0cea44772423072371125/b48727626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Da Jia Hao, Wo Men Shi 5566! We men shi GAY!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was then, that I suddenly felt the impulse of doing somthing impossible. One that only a few can achieve. So, here it goes..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/b48726874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"DON'T LAUGH! IM  A HAPPY BOY!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115556991989971321?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115556991989971321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115556991989971321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115556991989971321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115556991989971321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-as-rich-man.html' title='A day as a rich man..'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115547699346518249</id><published>2006-08-13T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:49:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoning at home..</title><content type='html'>I know I should probably be studying or something, but I just can't seem to do so. The bed looks so bloody comfortable. So, in a way I wasted a whole day, watching a DVD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/hulk.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Incredible Bullshit"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my opinion, I think "The Incredible Hulk" is incredibly &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;COCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.. I fell asleep halfway! Or maybe thats because Yee Seng, that asshole, called me at 7a.m this morning ask me sing National Anthem. Then I went to call Amanda to wake her up to sing together. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're deserve a medal or something for being this patriotic ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found something on Natasha's blog which is rather interesting. So here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Name 11 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 11 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first. No cheating!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I intend to restrict this to mates of 1A02&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Kenneth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Yee Seng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Leon &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Michelle &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Amanda &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Geryll &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Darren &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Kailin &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Sin Yee &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Yan Yi &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: Dora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(The above ranking is not in order of how close they are to me in terms of friendship. All are equal. For all the other whose name are not here, you're in my "BONUS" list!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 10 ?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, in school during orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you had never met 6 ?&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have passed my BTC presentation. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 and 2 dated ?&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for the day one of them becomes pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 4 cry?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 1 is cute ?&lt;br /&gt;Lets not hurt Kenneth's feelings here. Ask me in private. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something about number 11 .&lt;br /&gt;She very bubbly, and very fun to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know 8 ?&lt;br /&gt;In school, during orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever go on a date with number 5 ?&lt;br /&gt;Of course! So kawaii, who don't want? But she's with Martini~ LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 7's favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.. Pink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if 6 confessed he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;For safety purposes, I'll first glue my ass shut together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact about 9:&lt;br /&gt;She's very beautiful, but very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 4 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is number 5 to you?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I ALWAYS disturb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever live with 11 ?&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 2 single ?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, attached to some gay hamster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 7 live?&lt;br /&gt;Bukit Timah, at some condo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about 3 ?&lt;br /&gt;He CANNOT drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about number 8 ?&lt;br /&gt;She looks damn edible. Like some sort of juicy steak or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like about number 10 ?&lt;br /&gt;Very strong, very fun to hang out with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115547699346518249?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115547699346518249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115547699346518249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115547699346518249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115547699346518249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/08/stoning-at-home.html' title='Stoning at home..'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115539139995829801</id><published>2006-08-12T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T22:24:40.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on a hiatus with effect from tonight until my examinations are over. During this time, I'll be studying hard, and if, for some reason, I do not do well for the exams, it means that I've been "Appearing Offline" in my msn while watching &lt;strike&gt;pornographic&lt;/strike&gt; movies on my laptop &lt;strike&gt;and wanking furiously under my bedsheet&lt;/strike&gt;, and not studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115539139995829801?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115539139995829801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115539139995829801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115539139995829801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115539139995829801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-hiatus.html' title='On Hiatus'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115522244108908705</id><published>2006-08-10T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T23:07:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Fad~</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through some pictures I took yesterday, and it suddenly struck me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281964%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My name is Y-E-E-S-E-N-G&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yee Seng looks cute! Kind of like a.. giant hamster or something. Damn, no wonder 2 girls fell for him, at the same time. It must be his animal magnetism. That lucky bastard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/331a83aa.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My name is H-A-M-M-I-E!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Look damn alike right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/YS%20so%20cute.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We're brokeback HAMSTERS!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Ahh.. I think I'm in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Lol. Just a joke Yee Seng, maybe you should go blog about me looking pretty much like a pig or something, I swear I won't get violent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Alright, back to topic, its Fadilah's birthday today, and I gave her a call earlier on to wish her a very happy birthday. Then she suddenly popped the magical question..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281448%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where's my birthday present?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And I replied..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"Between my legs!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'M SUCH AN &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ASSHOLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115522244108908705?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115522244108908705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115522244108908705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115522244108908705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115522244108908705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-fad.html' title='Happy Birthday Fad~'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115514060551990433</id><published>2006-08-09T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T09:52:17.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The One About The 3 Bey-Kans</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time on a National Day, 5 lonely guys decided to meet up cause they were too loserish to get dates for that day. 1 of them, the very handsome one, decided to go take Neo-print and watch "Lake House" after that, but it was scraped in the end cus the rest felt that it was too gay, and the Handsome one didn't understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/gay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whoever said that this pic looks gay obviously didn't know Colin and Kero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;When they finally met up, the handsome one suggested to go to pub, but little did he know that there were 3 &lt;strike&gt;bey-kan&lt;/strike&gt; people in the group who &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; drink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Introducing our Second Runner-up:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/bey%20kan%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Im a cute boy!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This Hero came out of "Alley Bar" looking a little flushed, but nevertheless still okay. Here's how he looks like after &lt;u&gt;ONE&lt;/u&gt; cup of Stella Artois:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281948%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Next, our runner-up:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281946%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy Shit, can you see how red he is?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This Hero, came out a little more flushed then our second runner up, but he could still walk straight and talk normal, as in full of shit. LOL. Ok, so far so good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Introducing our Champion of the day A.K.A "King Bey-Kan":&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281949%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whats 2 square?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Our champion here, walked out of alley bar as "King-Of-Cannot-Drink". To prove that he's not drunk, he kept asking "whats 2 square?", "whats 2 cube?" and "whats 2 to the power of 4?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Damn funny I tell you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281952%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Did I mention that there was a pair of couple who wore the same colour shirt among us?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Introducing..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281957%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.LeonandKenneth.blogspot.com"&gt;www.LeonandKenneth.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sigh~ how touching. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Some random pics:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281945%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our beer, Stella Artois (I believe its pronouced as Stella Ar-Tua)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281951%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ask, I lost in a "Open Number"..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281973%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our champion rehearsing how fast he can pull out the plastic bag for him to vomit in..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So anyway, after our fiasco at Alley Bar, we headed to Taka for supper. We got bored halfway and decided to imitate one of our classmate. Can you guess who it is?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281964%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kawaii Neh!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115514060551990433?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115514060551990433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115514060551990433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115514060551990433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115514060551990433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-about-3-bey-kans.html' title='The One About The 3 Bey-Kans'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115495802544184723</id><published>2006-08-07T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:35:19.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Invitation</title><content type='html'>I've been single for some time now (not as long as Amanda la, lose to her hands down), and it feels kind of wierd. Feels like there's nobody there to care for me any more man. So today, Im proud to announce that I'm single and &lt;u&gt;AVAILABLE&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I actually start looking for one, I have some standards to set. I know la~ I this kind of pattern also want standard, very bu yao lian hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, anyway, my better half should:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Laugh with me/Laugh at me/Laugh with me at people who do stupid things/Laugh with people at me for stupid things that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not laughing at home! (LOL.. Sorry Sin Yee, couldn't resist, don't kill me =D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her smile must be beautiful, something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="295" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/927845576013l.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although I would prefer her arms to be less muscular, looks like she can send me to Europe with a punch or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) She must be sexy, something like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/chio%20bu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Doesn't this picture just turn you on, guys? You may have her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Damn, maybe not that tanned. Gives a whole new meaning to "Fresh from the oven". And also, maybe someone should introduce waxing to her, she definately needs it, BADLY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) She must be able to put on make-up. Yes, its important. To hell with the phrase "Natural is beauty". Ask a girl not to shave her underarm, brush her teeth and bath, and see if you still think much of "Natural Beauty"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, she will look something like..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="279" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/ruhua.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holycockanathan! Such rare beauty, where to find?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See? My standard ain't that high actually right? Oh, before I forget, it'll be a plus point if she can act cute. You know, guys love girls who can act cute, something like..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/IMG_1826.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kawaii neh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;See? So cute, Martini, you are one lucky ass. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Any takers? LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Night everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115495802544184723?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115495802544184723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115495802544184723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115495802544184723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115495802544184723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/08/open-invitation.html' title='Open Invitation'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115470342640738454</id><published>2006-08-04T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T21:01:09.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Owned</title><content type='html'>AutoCAD was boring today, no wait, its boring EVERYTIME. Ah well, was exceptionally boring today. I didn't know there was "Project Nuts" today, and it scared the shit out of me when I saw Jason and he told me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We skipped MES, went to do our BTC project thats gonna due on Monday. Speaking of which, the bloody BTC project made us waste alot of time cus we had to scrape our initial product as it was "not according to elements", as said by Mr Yang~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could make ANYTHING..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 4, We decided not to go for the project Nuts thingie cus :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Leon had to leave for NDP at his secondary school&lt;br /&gt;2) Kenneth and I got no mood (We woke up and found blood on our boxers. Damn, should have listen to Mummy and wore Kotex!)&lt;br /&gt;3) I didn't bring my gear, I KNOW I KNOW! IM THE BURDEN =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after school, we (Kenneth, Yee Seng and I) went to play basketball together, where I was shocked out of my balls. Yee Seng actually scored 20 3-pointers consectutively, and Kenneth dunked the ball into the net till the ring was bent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. but they both play very well la, especially Kenneth. Then we played against this bunch of Cheena players who had one ang mo in their team. We lost, but hey, at least we've gained something in return - an injured player, Yee Seng. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we went to take a shower, Yee Seng didn't bathe, that smelly bastard. LOL.. Joking joking~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with Kenneth, had Hokkien Mee with him, and we spoke alot la. Talked about girls, talked about our friends etc. While chatting halfway, his friend, who saw us, called him and ask "Eh, whos the fat guy beside you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narbei!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115470342640738454?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115470342640738454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115470342640738454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115470342640738454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115470342640738454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/08/owned_04.html' title='Owned'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115452304076078584</id><published>2006-08-02T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T20:50:40.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day gone..</title><content type='html'>I don't even know why Im attending ITE lessons apart from being scared from debarment, cus honestly, up to now I still don't know his name. All these while I just call him "Cher". Pathetic right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was exceptionally boring today. Went for crappy ITE lesson in the morning, did a crappy assignment, went for crappy MES, well sort of. We(consisting of Kenneth and Yee Seng) ran off halfway to eat. Michelle recommended some egg with chicken stuff to me. Not bad la.. tasted like egg with chicken..HEY! It IS egg and chicken. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we headed for the library to chill. Talked alot of bullshit. But hey, its the first time I spoke so much to Sin Yee. Ha! Achievement right? Lets not disturb her, I bet she probably laughing at home now~ =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its kinda funny, I actually have friends who are afraid of DEAD FISH! Damn funny I tell you. LOL.. and if you think that's bad, wait till you hear about my friend who's afraid of.. FRUITS AND VEGETABLES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute right.. ? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay la.. don't laugh at other people's fear. I have my own. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus journey on the way home was rather fun. Had a chat with Amanda, something that we rarely do nowadays. I think she's in love with Eugene. LOL.. Joking la Man~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la.. stop here le.. Strange, I hear someone laughing from quite a distance away, well, for all I know, it might probably be Sin Yee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nights everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115452304076078584?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115452304076078584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115452304076078584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115452304076078584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115452304076078584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/08/another-day-gone.html' title='Another day gone..'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115444293162459298</id><published>2006-08-01T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:35:31.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nudged me in msn last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you.. still have feelings for me.. ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So.. do you want to.. ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. not now.. we have too much problems.. even if we patch, we won't have happiness, you understand..? Lets wait till you cool down, and decide what you really want.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you wait for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want me to stay, I'll never leave..(sounds familiar right yan?)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth and gang have persuaded me not to patch with her. But It not because of them that I chose not to, but its because I think its better this way, and that she will and would be happier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. enough sad talks, went to town with Yee Seng, Kenneth and Leon. Played abit of pool while waiting for Leon to come. Following that, we had  dinner at Food Republic. Yee Seng and I didn't eat cus we no money, Leon ordered duck rice which cost a freaking $5.80. Total rip-off. Kenneth ate Hokkien Mee, no wonder he got the Hokkien Face. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught "Dragon-Tiger Gate" at around 730, the show ended at around 9. I think its damn nice, nice fighting scenes, cool moves, handsome leads(Yee Seng, being brokeback, was having a helluva time, I think he wet himself) and also some humour in it. All in all, I rate the movie 4 out of 5 star, a must watch movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I received a sms from&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Her&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;saying "You wanna catch a movie on Thursday.. ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I replied "Sure.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how its gonna turn out. Wish me luck, or maybe not, or maybe half la~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115444293162459298?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115444293162459298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115444293162459298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115444293162459298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115444293162459298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/08/lost.html' title='Lost..'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115374631658976550</id><published>2006-07-24T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T21:05:16.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should we just..</title><content type='html'>If you're so unhappy, why don't we just..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/26213488415267l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decide..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115374631658976550?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115374631658976550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115374631658976550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115374631658976550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115374631658976550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/07/should-we-just.html' title='Should we just..'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-115358337144531261</id><published>2006-07-22T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:24:40.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Its been like a damn long time since i last update.. I hope no one still view this blog. I know Jas has deleted me off her links, and I think so has Yvonne. I don know why, but maybe I just wanna blog in private and you know, keep it like a diary meant for notbody but yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Much has happened during this time, but I think Im not going to elaborate much on it.. maybe just a general outline of it ba.. Well, I failed my O level in year 2005, went into ITE and found myself a girl who loves me and vice versa. In year 2006, I retook the O levels again and got 17 points, entered Ngee Ann Polytechnic, currently pursueing diploma in Real Estate Biz. I don't even know why the hell they add the "Business" word behind the course name when we belong to "School of Engineering". Thats so wrong! Its like.. classifying a hamburgers under the category of "cakes", you get what I mean?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ah, never mind. So, as I was saying, I entered Ngee Ann Poly, got to know a group of damn good friends there, better friends then those in sec. school. There's Leon(Commandoes Fit-Zai), Yee Seng(The daidee player who NEVER wins), Kenneth(Who pawns me in pool) and not forgetting the gurls, that includes Amanda and Michelle(2 damn adorable gurls) and so on and so forth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Life pretty good at the moment, maybe under a lil pressure but yea, still good. Except that theres this bitch in my class who backstabbed me. I don't know what the hell he's thinking, but come to think of it, its damn disappointing actually. I treated him like a buddy, lent him my favourite basketball shorts when he didn't have one, did the WHOLE BLOODY BTC PROJECT while he whined and whimpered about not having a camera, and not knowing powerpoint, and there he is, bitching about me behind my back to the gurl he fancies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I believe in karma, and that RETRIBUTION COMES BACK IN KILOS. "What comes around goes around." *cought* I hope his face rots *cough*Haha.. ok.. enough bitching, later become aunty.=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Celebrated Yanyi's advanced birthday, and Michelle's belated birthday, I wish the both of you ever lasting happiness and that all your wishes come true! Anyway, we went to Sentosa today and had a hell of a time at LampaWan beach, wait or was it Palawan.. Can't remember~ *shugs* LOL..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok la.. damn shagged.. stop here! Night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-115358337144531261?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/115358337144531261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=115358337144531261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115358337144531261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/115358337144531261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2006/07/michelles-birthday.html' title='Michelle&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-113017063734684003</id><published>2005-10-25T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:57:59.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jokaroo.com/funnyvideos/scarysurprises.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is damn, damn, damn hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is &lt;a href="http://www.jokaroo.com/funnyvideos/twofunnyguys.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-113017063734684003?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/113017063734684003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=113017063734684003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/113017063734684003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/113017063734684003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2005/10/untitled_25.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-112878456578094761</id><published>2005-10-08T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T23:16:05.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>What do you think of my new blogskin?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-112878456578094761?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/112878456578094761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=112878456578094761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/112878456578094761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/112878456578094761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2005/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-112852870024847442</id><published>2005-10-06T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T00:11:40.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day gone wrong..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ever had a time when everything goes wrong, and I mean, REALLY wrong? You wake up on the wrong side of bed, stepped on your brother's face, got greeted by vulgarities, realised that there's no breakfast, you're late for school, the uniform's not ironed, your pants smells musty, you have no time to bathe, u douse yourself with "Hugo Balls, I mean Boss to attract people of the opposite sex, only to realised the only thing you attract are bees and boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think to yourself, "Everything's gonna be alright.." Then you reach school to find your good buddy sulking (again) and he just don't want to talk about it. You respect his decision, but can't help feeling pissed that he's obviously bothered by something, and there's NOTHING you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you tell yourself again, "Everything's gonna be alright when I reach home, take a shower, followed by a nap!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you reach home, you realised that the stupid HDB people stopped your electricity for lift construction work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think to youself again, "Okay, I can't bathe, but NOBODY can stop me from SLEEPING, NOBODY!!!" Then just as you lay down on your comfortable bed, the shitty part comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The construction work begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of sheer desperation, you call your friend out to study in a near-by macdonald, thinking of eating a Mcspicy Double meal with the 10 dollar note in your wallet. On your way to Macdonalds, your handphone rang, you picked it up, it was your Mom. Due to the construction work, you couldn't hear what she said properly, but she definately said something along the line "buy..rice, home..no..rice.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you can't bathe, you can't sleep, you got a bad day in school, what else can go wrong??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you sacrificed your 10 dollar, and dragged a 5-kilo rice home, only to find out that your Mom ACTUALLY said "don't &lt;u&gt;BUY&lt;/u&gt; anything outside, got fried &lt;u&gt;RICE&lt;/u&gt; at &lt;u&gt;HOME&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;NO&lt;/u&gt; one else is eating, you can have the fried &lt;u&gt;RICE&lt;/u&gt; to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to open the window and jump down, but then you chickened out. You think that "Tomorrow will be a BETTER day.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wake up the next day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/BB%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;..stepping on your brother's face..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-112852870024847442?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/112852870024847442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=112852870024847442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/112852870024847442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/112852870024847442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-gone-wrong_06.html' title='A day gone wrong..'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-112834514925401246</id><published>2005-10-03T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:12:29.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Funny Crap I Found..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WARNING: THIS ENTRY CONTAINS MATERIALS THAT MIGHT CAUSE UNEASINESS, YOU ARE ADVICED TO VIEW THIS ENTRY AT LEAST 30 MINUTES AFTER YOUR MEAL!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a good look at the following pictures, and tell me what you see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281058%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This is the famous Chicken Soup made by our China Cook, Chef Ma Tong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%28496%291.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(..And here we see Chef Ma Tong's assistant, Mr Aye-Can-Nor-Cook, From Iraq doing his utmost to stew the soup..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281067%291.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/1600/Image(1067).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The POWER of MONEY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="56" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%281091%29.jpg" width="72" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DUMBASS: DIE LA, BUILDING CATCH FIRE LIAO! WHERE TO RUN? WAN TAKE LIFT ANOT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;JING ZHI: MAI SIAO LA! GOT FIRE YOU TAKE LIFT, WAN DIE FASTER AH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DUMASS: THEN HOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;JING ZHI: (LOOKS AROUND) SEE?! THERE GOT EMERGENCY ESCAPE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Running there, just as Jing Zhi was about to open the door..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;DUMBASS: CANNOT OPEN!! THE SIGN SAYS "DO NOT OPEN DOOR WHEN NECESSARY, WE WAIT UNTIL ITS UNNECESSARY THEN OPEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;JING ZHI: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The last and not least, one of my favourites..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="28" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/slow%20man%20at%20work.jpg" width="27" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Construction Worker A to Construction Worker B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I..go...work..liao..hor..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17187661-112834514925401246?l=ihavebigballs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/feeds/112834514925401246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17187661&amp;postID=112834514925401246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/112834514925401246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17187661/posts/default/112834514925401246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihavebigballs.blogspot.com/2005/10/some-funny-crap-i-found.html' title='Some Funny Crap I Found..'/><author><name>Bananaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07681757229741064924</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-17187661.post-112827170032998759</id><published>2005-10-03T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:48:20.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog-Entry</title><content type='html'>Hello readers, and welcome to Ihavebigballs.blogspot.com! My name is Jing Zhi, and more information of me can be found &lt;a href="http://simplyorgasmic.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/2005/06/my_first_blogen.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. This site shall serve the purpose of a communication point between me and my friends. Readers can also access to my thoughts, and perhaps share some of my feelings, for example feel happy when i am, and lend me a should if otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i have to thank &lt;a href="http://www.sheepylu.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jasmine Lu&lt;/a&gt;, for she was the one who setted this whole thing up. In short, there wouldn't be Ihavebigballs.blogpot.com without her help and support. Thank you Jas! And yes, I owe you a meal, at kopitiam. I AM cheap, its in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, i believe that the first person who reads my blog is.. &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/viewphotos.php?uid=3768648"&gt;WENDY&lt;/a&gt;! Isn't she a cutie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one who taught me ALL about density, which i'm guilty to say, i STILL don't understand what you're talking about. But it was fun wasn't it? You talking, me laughing, Mr Sheep acting clever, and your elder brother asking "&lt;em&gt;You want to eat&lt;/em&gt;?" with an indian accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Wendy, I've learn something new, which means our conversation was not fruitless, and that is.. *breathes in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sheeps can float in the water because of thier wools,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) When you don know the answer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/492/1651/320/Image%28278%29.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.. 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