<?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-2733286439987972807</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:56:43.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MINE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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>215</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733286439987972807.post-3483378369540057649</id><published>2008-01-21T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:05:09.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLOSED</title><content type='html'>I've gone on a break and i still can't find what' i've been missing to write in this diary anymore. I've actually got a rough idea why i can no longer write anymore, it's not that i'm missing out on something. But something's holding me down making me moody on and off, and i don't think i'll be able to get out of it that soon. I don't wanna make this diary extra moody and causing people who read it turn sour, SEE ! I'm so thoughtful =) So i am no longer gonna write in here anymore. Goodbye pesky-pussy. I can't bear to just close down this diary therefore i'm gonna just leave it here so in the far future so i can read back at what i've wrote. So my friends reading this, please do not visit my diary anymore, it's closed, not for the day, but forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-3483378369540057649?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/3483378369540057649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=3483378369540057649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3483378369540057649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3483378369540057649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/closed.html' title='CLOSED'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-3158562946565945154</id><published>2008-01-21T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T10:02:39.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm quite sure, for a really long way more to go, there'll be this feeling deep down like a little golf ball that brands itself saying i feel for you. I know that pictures and some memories will have to help me through some day. Continuation from "Trip to white castle part 1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy moves on with his journey just to find that many knights are on their way to the white castle too. The boy feels inferior, someone throw him an armour please. With little food, clothing and cold weather, it seems like the boy will never make it, much less win those knights. He has almost forgotten what he started fighting for, he tells himself that he can't hold out forever, it's time to throw away his sword forever and bring his dream back home. But having travelled so far, he takes out the magic photo and look at it once again, thus reigniting the fire in him, never forgetting that his life has been such a whirlwind since he met the princess in the magic photo, so he does his best to go on. Time and time again the boy fights off monsters and armies of knights, turning this journey to be a bloody battle field with constant and sharp pain. He feels like calling in the Airforce to exterminate all threats but this story is set in the early roman years, B.C 999 so it's kinda impossible to get such powerful help. Therefore the boy is on his own, fighting with his rusting sword and bare hands, with the journey looking bleak. The journey continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : Characters in story are of no relevance to any living person&lt;br /&gt;In case of coincidence, author is filled with utmost regret along with&lt;br /&gt;gratitude for being understanding&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-3158562946565945154?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/3158562946565945154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=3158562946565945154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3158562946565945154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3158562946565945154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-quite-sure-for-really-long-way-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-1010773309212456989</id><published>2008-01-19T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T06:24:53.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, i know i said i would go on a break, but not when i'm feeling wierd and need a place to splatter out everything. Why does no one holds god responsible for bad things that happen? We are taught not to blame him for whatever bad things that comes our way but take it as a test, somewhat like we need evil for the ability to recognise good. Okay, so i take it as a test. Evil is living in every single person in the world, so god is almighty yet he created something he couldn't fight, evil. People will then say he created evil purposely in order for us to see good, so if he did create evil purposely, can i now at least blame him for a little bit for the bad that happened to me? Say for example, i create a robot to benifit the world. It is given the ability to evolve and learn, when balls fly towards little kids in playgrounds, it kicks them away, in battlefields it punches the grenades back to the enemy. Soon the whole world starts using this robot, however, it starts developing a liking for kicking cute puppies. It seeks newborn puppies, especially the super cuddly and cute ones, and kicks them as far as he can. And thus a puppy extinction. Now, would i, the creator be held AT LEAST responsible for my robots misdeed although i never programmed it this way? Surely the people will start blaming the robot and the creator of it for the extinction, and my name goes down into history for the first ever puppy extinction. So god created evil, anyway you can think of, satan (angel which god created who turned evil) or whatever you want and is never held responisble for his creation deeds. How is it fair to me, i've never had a feeling anything like this before. It's like losing your favourite teddy bear when you were 3 years old, but i'm 18 now and my tears don't flow as easy back when i was 3, it's choking me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-1010773309212456989?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/1010773309212456989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=1010773309212456989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1010773309212456989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1010773309212456989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/why-does-no-one-holds-god-responsible.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-2362849798255696751</id><published>2008-01-18T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:19:47.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE ON BREAK</title><content type='html'>I think i'm gonna take a break from this diary, perhaps a few days. I can't seem to be able to write out anything and have been forcing some entries just to fill in the days, so i feel it wouldn't be as intersting to read anymore. Well, i don't know why you people would wanna read about my wierd and lifeless life in the first place, where all i do is rant. I guess it's all in the mood, i haven't really been in the mood for almost the entire week, it just feels so different. Something's lacking, i need to use this few days to find what's lacking and get it back. Off i go in search for what's missing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-2362849798255696751?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/2362849798255696751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=2362849798255696751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2362849798255696751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2362849798255696751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/gone-on-break.html' title='GONE ON BREAK'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-5919572040475809400</id><published>2008-01-18T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T00:25:16.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jacky's in my room doing his work now, he had a fight with hoey so i had to seperate them. Jacky suddenly asked me about jeremy's project which i'm acting in. He told me mum ask him to be the lead actor in the show, i was rather curious why mum said something like that. So i went to ask mum, and infront of jacky she said "Aiya, this jacky always acting one, morning act to be sick, don't wanna go school, ask him do homework act stomache, ask him play only then nothing wrong. This boy here can act so well, don't let him be the lead actor in your friend's show very wasted." I just realised i have a whole family of male actors, when i need dad to drive me out, sometimes he goes "argh, got headache, can't drive, ask your mother". When i ask my wenxian for a favour, from using the computer, he can switch to doing some homework and claims he's busy. The only male in my family who can't act is hoey, because he doesn't act gay, he IS gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-5919572040475809400?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/5919572040475809400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=5919572040475809400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5919572040475809400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5919572040475809400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/jackys-in-my-room-doing-his-work-now-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7688614857524048798</id><published>2008-01-17T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T07:16:00.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met up with berwin and xianghan for dinner and was waiting to cross the road at the traffic light, i almost rolled down onto the road upon hearing something stupid from xianghan. He gets to know girls through friendster, so i said  "Use another way to know girls lahh, don't use friendster, right anot?" Berwin went yalor. The next sentence was what almost sent me rolling to the road. Xianghan : "Then how? Facebook ar?" You should see how berwin and my eyes rolled, berwin stood at the side looking astonished, shooked his head saying "Ya, myspace also can". What we meant was to make friends through friends and not over the internet, but xianghan read it as use another program other than friendster. Xianghan ar xianghan..you die better off lahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7688614857524048798?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7688614857524048798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7688614857524048798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7688614857524048798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7688614857524048798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/met-up-with-berwin-and-xianghan-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7255074058354515579</id><published>2008-01-16T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T09:07:26.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a dick rubbing agaisnt my ass today. The bad thing? It does not belong to my friend, but to a fucking stranger behind me. The mrt to city hall was so packed that i could feel his dick on my ass, he did not stop at rubbing his dick on me, he pushed me vigourously like i was a money tree with the sign "push more, more money". He pushed me so that he could get out, stupid thing is? I AM trying to get out too. There was this ah pek infront of me, so i thought an ah pek trying to get out of the train now would be equivalent to sending him to punggol park and make him run one round at full speed, resulting in death. So i delibrately stopped and made way for him to get out. Sadly, the dick rubber behind me kept pushing me real hard WHEN i'm trying to be nice to the ah pek full of white hair ! To prevent all the pushing and dick rubbing, the mrt people should do something about the conjested train rides instead of spending all their time on "bombs in the train" thus lacking in the service sector. So i paid $1.95 to ride in a train where i got my ass rubbed with some stranger's bird and got pushed. So much for LTA's motto "value for your money". Yeah, it'ld be really a value to my money IF only i were gay and needed that dick rubbing on my ass badly, defitnetly $1.95 would be value for my money, defitnetly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7255074058354515579?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7255074058354515579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7255074058354515579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7255074058354515579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7255074058354515579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/mrt-people-should-do-something-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-3452266708965341104</id><published>2008-01-15T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T08:35:07.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Berwin han has a really twisted brain. Over msn, i was telling him my problems. In primary 6 science we call it the "food web". So it's something like, cat is preying on the rat, comes along another predator, the snake. So the cat and the snake are fighting for the rat. So i asked berwin if i were the cat, what would he advise me to do. Berwin said i eat the rat quickly or kill the snake. But being human, i start telling him how hard it would be to kill the stupid snake, so there would still be problems. So he sugessted he kill the cause of the fight, the rat. But then the problem would be, the cat(me)  gets sad because there'ld be no food. So after all the advise he gave which lead to more problems, he got fucked up and said "I know how to solve all the problem, you see ar, you tell me your problem, end up i also got problem, so i kill you then surely you won't have anymore problems and i also have no problem!". So idiot child berwin made me laugh with that and i felt better, sometimes talking to an idiot makes you feel good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-3452266708965341104?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/3452266708965341104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=3452266708965341104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3452266708965341104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3452266708965341104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/berwin-han-has-really-twisted-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-9206932129930439618</id><published>2008-01-14T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T11:28:49.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I caught one missed call today, and bloody hell, i bet the director must have recieved one million missed calls. He and his lousy show, defitnetly millions of people will call him and complain the waste of their ticket money. What was worse was that a stupid guy with a head of the size of a watermelon sat infront of me. Fucking hell, if i did not changed my seat, i wouldn't have been the least freaked out in the show. Why? Because that watermelon head covered most of my vision and i wouldn't have to be afraid when the ghost appears. Okay, so after something blocks my eyes, something else affected my ears. A bunch of crazy girls (the watermelon head's friends) were screaming like they were in a roller coaster ride or as if their friend, the watermelon head started to rip his juciy fruity head apart and show it to them. Back to the bad content of the movie, there wasn't really an ending. So thumbs down, adding to the bad movie go-ers seating infront of me, brr, i felt like i wasted 7 bucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-9206932129930439618?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/9206932129930439618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=9206932129930439618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/9206932129930439618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/9206932129930439618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-caught-one-missed-call-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-8189936241476094129</id><published>2008-01-13T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T22:50:34.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My parent praised our family today, for good self control. For not swtiching on the air con without thinking thus saving the electricity bill, but actual fact is...the weather is too cold in the nights nowadays so i do not turn it on. But i just claimed the credit by putting on a wide smile. We never got nagged about switching on the aircon rentlessly, until recently. Must be all the heavy taxes our parents get imposed on, remember before the increase of the gst hike when the government gave out money incentives to every citizen aged 18 -21? That was the period of the election too. Well, maybe it's just to blind the people, money do in fact blind people and make them do stupid things. So that's why the PAP won again even though they upsetted almost the whole nation by increasing the gst to 7%. So next time they do that again, maybe you'ld like to advise your parents on voting. Teenagers never will get the sum of money, only the adults do. So what if they give our parents a couple of hundred bucks? The increase in cost of living will take away a big part of that "couple of hundreds" they give our parents, and what about our parents needing to raise us? Pocket money doesn't increase when food prices are soaring out there. So when some tv reporters on the streets ask for comments about how they feel about the governments decision, who in the fuck dares to say "oh yalor, these people are WRONG in making things so expensive now *then shouts 'next time i don't support your PAP ar !'*." So what happens when nobody dares to make a public outcry? You seat at kopitiams and hear ah peks shouting to each other in hokkien about how fucked up the government is. I swear, i always see this happening at almost every kopitiam, especially during the increase of gst period. I even once saw one ah pek pointing the middle finger to the tv in the kopitiam when MR LEE's face was shown in news. He didn't stop there, he continues pushing his middle finger in and out of a hole created by his other hand (try doing that to see what i mean, you wouldn't wanna do it infront of your family, it's something bad). So my main issue is, I NEED MORE POCKET MONEY ! And of course the sub issue is about how unhappy i am with all the new changes made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8189936241476094129?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8189936241476094129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8189936241476094129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8189936241476094129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8189936241476094129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-parent-praised-our-family-today-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-717007204889345612</id><published>2008-01-12T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T11:36:29.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really wanna go up to jacky's face and shout him a big big THANK YOU...not, you tiny little fucker. Eunice (our maid) is complaining that she's being ill treated by michael jacky (our house's very own self proclaimed michael jackson's brother). She tells mum that jacky is extremely generous, not with his tidbits or drinks. But with his vulgarities and bad manners. I'm not really at home most of the time, so by hearsay, i hear that jacky loves hiding in a corner and "BOO" at eunice scaring the wits out of her. He loves to immitate the hong kong traids and use eunice as his street rival hurling attacks(small punches/not fatal/for fun) at her and all sort of vulgarities. So being eunice, she couldn't take it and complained to mum. So mum told eunice to decide carefully before making a choice, it's her call if she wanna go. Upon hearing that, i strengthed my bilateral ties with eunice, trying to physco her to stay. I can't do without someone cleaning up my room everyday and all the chores. If she leaves, i think my bum will no longer be resting on the couch forever and i have to do chores ! That is horribly bad. I have a ominous feeling that she is gonna leave, and mum said she wouldn't wanna go through all the trouble for a new maid, we'll just have to make do. So who should my family fuck? Michael jacky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-717007204889345612?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/717007204889345612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=717007204889345612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/717007204889345612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/717007204889345612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-really-wanna-go-up-to-jackys-face-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7417675192412172318</id><published>2008-01-10T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:08:15.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My world came crashing down yesterday afternoon. What have i been going after for the past few months? I can't really answer that myself. I told myself before i quit school, i would do something meaningful, useful throughout the one year break. But it seems that i'm trying to go after something that doesn't exist, i know it doesn't exist, yet whenever reality knocks hard on my door, i refuse to face the truth and hold on to those silly "dreams" of mine that "dreams will come true one day". I must have been watching too much dramas. You know how it feels like? I tell you, it feels exactly like i'm trying to let something go that is tightly chained to a part of me. I haven't been really going to church for a period of time, but still... dear god the only thing i ask of you is to hold her when i'm not around, when i'm much too far away. We all need that person who can be true to you. But i have to leave her when i found her. And now i wish i could stay cause i'm lonely, i'm tired and i'm missing you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7417675192412172318?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7417675192412172318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7417675192412172318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7417675192412172318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7417675192412172318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-world-came-crashing-down-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-718457203345186067</id><published>2008-01-09T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T08:26:35.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hearing all the stuff about friends failing or succeeding in a relationship, a stupid thought flashed through my mind, a word that i learnt in secondary school maths, reciprocation. Originating from the word reciprocate, this word actually applies to almost anything, you can name anything in life and it applies to it. Just like you work hard, you get promoted. You study hard, good grades. So you put in good effort, you get good returns. Similarly, you put in bad effort, you get bad returns. Like, play hard and fail your exams. Something like that. So i realised this word which applies for most things loses it's prerogative to say "reciprocate applies to anything in life" when it comes together with the word "relationship". It is just that hard for "reciprocate" to apply in a relationship (wooing period mainly), you put 50% of effort, you SELDOM (not saying never) get back the good returns. So you put in good effort but get lesser or nothing in return. I'm talking about real time relationships and not flings. Relationships must be the number one cause of heartbreaking. If only relationships reciprocates like enmity, you give one punch to me, i'm dying to give you back two or three punches. You curse my dad, i curse your entire family tree, something like that, giving you back more than you deserve. Wouldn't it be nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-718457203345186067?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/718457203345186067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=718457203345186067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/718457203345186067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/718457203345186067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/hearing-all-stuff-about-friends-failing.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-6310733863662534879</id><published>2008-01-08T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T06:28:46.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Berwin han is a motherfucking stingy+petty+crazy fella. Over one broken nail clipper, he ranted at me for the evening from his house all the way to mine. What happened was, he wanted to change his rusty guitar strings, so i advised him to use the nail clipper to snap the strings (i saw that from a teevee show where the girl used her nail clippers to snap of the stings of the guitar when her woo-er was playing to her). Okay, i lied about me using this method before. But how the hell would we have guessed instead of the string snapping, his fucking nail clipper snapped. And he cursed me and my father. Berwin han ah ! Why so stingy? Nail clipper only 50 cents, i buy you 20 clippers for you to use each on every toe and finger lahh ! He continued to say he needs to use it and has no more clippers. Fucking retard, your nail grows few centimetre every minute ar!? Is there a need to use your nail clipper so vigourously?! And i bet your nail clipper must be from the chapalang store, please start buying original nail clippers from the "Nail clipper specialist store". Where they have different clippers for different types of nail hardness, make sure you see the official stamp and get a warranty card ! Only then will you know if you have bought an original nail clipper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-6310733863662534879?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/6310733863662534879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=6310733863662534879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/6310733863662534879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/6310733863662534879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/berwin-han-is-motherfucking.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-3257054158816039116</id><published>2008-01-07T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T06:20:37.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I banged my head against the table when mum asked me if i cut my hair in the toilet, i said no. Truth is, i trimmed my leg's hair in the fucking toilet and thought it would be gone by the time i finished bathing. Damn, i should have double checked. Well, i did tell the truth that i didn't cut my hair (referring to the ones on my head). But i bet she must be thinking of something else OTHER than the hair on my legs, how embaressing. Well, i know most of you would think i'm being riduculous to trim my leg's hair. But by doing that, i believe the proportion of hair on your legs will be just nice and not too over populated. Like how people cut their hair, shave their beard, trim their eyebrows (i'm guilty of this) and any other parts which possibly has hair. So trimming your leg's hair is NOT wierd. But getting caught is just that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-3257054158816039116?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/3257054158816039116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=3257054158816039116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3257054158816039116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3257054158816039116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-banged-my-head-against-table-when-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7859640155861091483</id><published>2008-01-06T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T06:08:54.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, the previous post was just to prove that males can't take everything alone and whatsoever. On a lighter note, i think my brother is gonna fail english really soon if he continues asking our maid on spelling. Woke up to the screaming of eunice's (maid) name, i wandered around the house and saw no one at home except jacky and eunice. Being nosy and had nothing to do, i decided to check on jacky's homework, his english essay. Holy shit, at first glance i thought it was some malay mixed english essay. Few words were written in foreign language, being amazed i asked jacky why the fuck he had malay words in them. He pointed to eunice and said he asked her for help on spelling a few words for his essay. Comics was spelt as comiks and chocalates was coklat. This time i can't really blame jacky, if i was in primary 3 and someone told me the spelling for some words which actually does pronouces the word i want, i would actually believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7859640155861091483?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7859640155861091483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7859640155861091483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7859640155861091483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7859640155861091483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay-previous-post-was-just-to-prove.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-8796136992179577940</id><published>2008-01-06T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T05:57:37.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just because we have the balls and dick doesn't make us impenetrable or giving us the "priority" to have the whole world on our backs. The phrase always goes "you're a man", and what comes behind this phrase are always words of responsibilty for being someone with the balls and dick, "you do it", "it's nothing", "you can take it". Whenever we say no, can't do, we get mocked as "pussy", "not a man", "wimp". Yes, i know lots of people wouldn't mean it,  so i take it as a passing phrase, but after hearing it like forever, it fucking gets the shit outta me. So people who always think man/guy/boy can carry the world on our backs, why don't you imagine us fucking crying like a kid when the problem knocks on our doors. Imagine us this way and not some hero which we'll handle everything. People do say things and realise it hurts us but upon thinking we're the man, they think we can take it. Tear/rip my face apart and see the sorrow underneath it, that's where it's hidden. RIGHT BENEATH. Right at the moment we hear something hurtful, i mouth the word fuck and put a smile on my face. That's how fake it goes, people with the balls are entitled to some crying time too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8796136992179577940?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8796136992179577940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8796136992179577940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8796136992179577940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8796136992179577940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-because-we-have-balls-and-dick.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7100163608570585652</id><published>2008-01-05T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T07:35:05.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe i woke up so early to go watch a soccer match, i guess our church won the entire serangoon district. A surprising spectator that turned up was brandon rozario who has gone missing for months from church, and amazingly he still is very holy... throughout the soccer match. Every time our church players score or just touch the ball, he praises god. "Alleluia ! Yahweh ! God is with us ! Let's praise him !" All these were repeated throughout the hours of the games, right out from his mouth. So i kept his mouth shut with a plate of carrot cake from the nearby hawker centre. Both of us left before the final match started because the sun was burning and i think brandon was running out of praises to say. I didn't know why, but i was sweating half as much as the players on the field, i quickly bathed and promised myself just 30mins of sleeping but i guess i slept for 12 times longer the time i promised. I woke up at 9.30pm with nothing to do now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7100163608570585652?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7100163608570585652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7100163608570585652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7100163608570585652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7100163608570585652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cant-believe-i-woke-up-so-early-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-4272924960117444221</id><published>2008-01-04T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T10:35:25.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The ngee ann mass conners have struck again. Two of them namely dickson and kailing conned me into going down to hougang for breakfast at 7am. Their main tools were the internet (msn) and the phone, they used these two tools to con me at 4am pleading me to go for macdonalds all the way at hougang when there is actually one just 5 minutes walk away from my house. Being stupid, i almost agreed to go to ang mo kio to meet them, but the intelligence in me told me not to no matter how tired i was at 4 am, so i negotiated that we eat in hougang. Being smart again, it wasn't surprising i conned the conners. Now kailing owes me a brown bag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-4272924960117444221?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/4272924960117444221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=4272924960117444221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4272924960117444221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4272924960117444221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/ngee-ann-mass-conners-have-struck-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-3171481974010063796</id><published>2008-01-03T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T09:15:23.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shaked our dicks like monekys all over plaza singapura while waiting for the hours to pass to watch " I am legend". I actually thought it would be a rambo type of movie where he does a one man show killing everything. It didn't turned out this way, so i think i've been conned by Clarence to watch "I am somesort of legend". To be fair, i conned him into walking from dhoby gaut all the way till serangoon mrt station. I felt like we were some kinda tourist walking to places we've never been. We cut through HDB blocks in potong pasir, got lost and all sorta nonsense. We got to see St Andrew schools, mother of god, the secondary, primary and college was unbelievably huge. In comparison to size, i think it beats most of the other polytechnics. Clarence that shit face told me the schools were interlinked (by a long nice bridge) and students from the secondary could go over to the college to have lunch, the primary could go over to the secondary, to keep it short, as long as you're from st andrews, you get to move around the whole campus shit. So i was thinking, damn, wouldn't all the guys from the secondary school head over for the college girls? If i was in St Andrews secondary, i would skip my lessons, get a few red forms just to hang around the college tuckshop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-3171481974010063796?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/3171481974010063796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=3171481974010063796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3171481974010063796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3171481974010063796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/shaked-our-dicks-like-monekys-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-2239017364317972637</id><published>2008-01-02T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:26:07.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh fuck, school has started and it got the shit out of almost all my friends. I'm fucking cooped at home with nobody to go out with. It's gonna be a hard ONE month to pass. Gonna waste my life excessively from today onwards till school starts, love life, enjoy and let every other thing suck on my balls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-2239017364317972637?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/2239017364317972637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=2239017364317972637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2239017364317972637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2239017364317972637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-fuck-school-has-started-and-it-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-1795018242476310615</id><published>2008-01-01T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T19:51:45.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Children nowadays are so glued to the computer. Jacky was talking to me really early in the morning and suddenly he went "OH NO, i go delete my toothpaste first." The hell's wrong with him, then he said "delete mahh, cause i put the toothpaste on the toothbrush, i don't wanna brush already so i delete the toothpaste first." The fuck is wrong with kids now. Today's the first day of school for my brothers, so being all excited they couldn't sleep the entire night and bugged me to wake up. Well, wenxian didn't sleep from 1am till 6am and left for school. Jacky that goondoo was over excited and couldn't sleep, and he fell sick at 4am plus. He missed the school bus, but he insisted he wanted school, so mum drove him there. Never knew that being over excited could make you sick, well, it's jacky, so not surprising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-1795018242476310615?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/1795018242476310615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=1795018242476310615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1795018242476310615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1795018242476310615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2008/01/children-nowadays-are-so-glued-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-4738533412116178083</id><published>2007-12-31T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:51:42.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's this really rude vending machine that sells snacks just somewhere near my house at the residents corner. Whenever berwin and i buy snacks from it, it spits the change out onto the floor instead of dropping it in the small box. As in it seriously just drops out and flies to the ground rolling away making us pick it up. So we concluded it is a rude machine. Sadly, i couldn't spend this new year at the void deck with berwin han along with snacks from the rude machine. Because the screen got smashed and all the snacks were taken away. I wasn't one bit shocked at all, all along i was thinking someone would have got pissed off by the machine's rude behaviour and just smash it. And indeed it got smashed, so good punishment ! YAY, rejoice ! Dang, this make me gotta walk a few hundred steps further to the LRT station for my snacks. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-4738533412116178083?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/4738533412116178083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=4738533412116178083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4738533412116178083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4738533412116178083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/theres-this-really-rude-vending-machine.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-6107605732084337934</id><published>2007-12-30T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T08:55:03.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling down. I've been in such bad moods since the whole of this week, never once have i experience such a heavy force resting on my chest for so long. It's so uncomfortable and i guess the only way is to shout it out. Maybe it's time i visit escape theme park again, sit the viking and scream my lungs out. I'm losing all my faith in everything. You, my friends, my family, god and everything else that possibly plays a role in my life. I just can't seem to find anyone who i can talk to. Cheeeeb, i think i'm becoming much of a loser. Perhaps the only place where i can find someone to talk to and understand me might just be very well "the losers country club". Walk in and see a bunch of crestfallen people with eyes glued to the floor. Splitted into different sections, you see them catergorised as "relationship problems", "family problems", "health problems", "career problems" and lastly for the ultimate losers, "IF YOU'RE APPLICABLE TO ALL 4 CATERGORIES, KINDLY PROCEED TO THE 'ENTIRE LIFE PROBLEMS' SECTION OR ALTERNATIVELY THE 'SUICIDE PIT'(ropes, knives, gas, pills etc...are provided for convinient suicide) THANK YOU." At each different section, losers of each specialised problems will share their stories and maybe some will realise they aren't that worse off and become happy. Some might realise they are indeed born losers. So the moto of the club/moral of my story is, there would defitnely be people out there who are worse off than you, come in and try finding someone who is unluckier than you and leave the club as a happy man. So i'm sure there are people out there who got it harsher than what i got, so i'm gonna try to be cheerful again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-6107605732084337934?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/6107605732084337934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=6107605732084337934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/6107605732084337934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/6107605732084337934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-feeling-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-8689822692018630291</id><published>2007-12-29T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:40:35.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Opened my eyes to the feeling of 1-2 pm. How would i have known it was already 4.30pm, i felt so wasted, not forgetting the complimentary tickets which would soon be wasted if i do not make use of it by today. I got berwin down to watch warlords with me, i don't think i should go typing what and how warlord is because it is already "a free listed" movie meaning it's been on for quite some time so they allow complimentary tickets for it. So most of you all must have watched it, pointless to talk about the movie. Let's talk about how berwin and i had MAJOR problems coming home after we missed the train. We decided that there would be a nightrider bus, but after waiting for 30mins, we panicked and called for help. I don't think the call was much of a help, it scared us more. We were advised to walk home from orchard, camp out or take a cab (we didn't have more than 3 bucks). If we chose to walk home, prepare to see us only on tuesday (we might take 2 days to walk home), if we camped in orchard, my next few posts will be on whatever stupid things we'll do in orchard to kill time. Berwin came out with a stupid idea, ask the cab to tongpang (hitch a ride) back home. Maybe when taxi drivers become as dumb as berwin, they MIGHT do just that. So after all the "help" and worrying, the stupid N6 bus came, hopped on, headed to hougang and walked home from there. Walking past a big big field, i heard lots of frogs croaking. Caleb: "What the fuck, so many frogs in that field." Berwin: "yalor, you go lie down there lahh, confirm damn shiok, no mosquitos." Caleb: "Crazy, why?" Berwin: "So many frogs, sure eat up all the mosquitos." Berwin han has potential to be "Country's greatest nature reserve biologist".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8689822692018630291?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8689822692018630291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8689822692018630291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8689822692018630291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8689822692018630291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/opened-my-eyes-to-feeling-of-1-2-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-5860919917681315349</id><published>2007-12-28T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T09:14:58.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disco night was funny, nobody could really dance. So we just made nonsense and shake our asses away. Phyliss didn't do a bimbo dance today, or rather, she did not even dance. So this proves she is no longer a bimbo, and for fuck's sake phyliss, when you have a dance partner, just fucking dance with him. I swear i'll never dance with you again, YOU SUCK. Someone should just invent a tablet which slows down brain function, to stop people from thinking too much. If we had any worries, just pop one tablet and your brain slows down so much until you stop thinking about it, thus you stop worrying about it. I would stock ten cartons of this in my room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-5860919917681315349?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/5860919917681315349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=5860919917681315349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5860919917681315349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5860919917681315349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/disco-night-was-funny-nobody-could.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-5749280427584178524</id><published>2007-12-26T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T07:40:17.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent the entire night out yesterday with dickson without a wink of sleep. And the moment i got home, i watched american pie 1 &amp;amp; 2 from 7am till 11 am. American pie might seem to be some meaningless dirty movie to most people. But after watching part 1, 2 and 5. It seems like every ending ends with some true love theory, the couple starts to realise about how they feel for each other after the annual party. The annual party is where guy meets girl and do it, drink and just have pure fun. So american pie is considered romance comedy, okay no. Dirty romance comedy. FUCKING PUSSY FACE ! Okay, i just felt like shouting out that over the net cause i can't possibly do that at home when my parents are in. I want to release the fucking furry inside ! FUCK FACE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-5749280427584178524?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/5749280427584178524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=5749280427584178524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5749280427584178524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5749280427584178524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-spent-entire-night-out-yesterday-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7717450445057732482</id><published>2007-12-25T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T07:05:47.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8NEAVgjhak/R3EZh6R1TuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KnXP1QdtzPY/s1600-h/SP_A0255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147923919431618274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8NEAVgjhak/R3EZh6R1TuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KnXP1QdtzPY/s320/SP_A0255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8NEAVgjhak/R3EZd6R1TtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CgEoH4W_Z9Q/s1600-h/SP_A0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147923850712141522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m8NEAVgjhak/R3EZd6R1TtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/CgEoH4W_Z9Q/s320/SP_A0254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8NEAVgjhak/R3EZZKR1TsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/x39F899O9_M/s1600-h/SP_A0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147923769107762882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m8NEAVgjhak/R3EZZKR1TsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/x39F899O9_M/s320/SP_A0253.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm starting to hate festive seasons which my friends and family celebrates. All i do is to sit at the void decks and chat my head off like old people when my family and friends are partying out there. Not convincing? Look at how han and i spent our christmas at the "Senior residents corner". We bought one can of pepsi, one packet of garlic bread crackers and one packet of ring crackers. We then realise if you took a picture of the word pepsi, you get a number 12939. We were too bored and decided to use 2 pieces of ring crackers and a piece of garlic cracker to make a fish burger. Look real? So christmas year 2007 was spent under the void deck with me and han saying merry christmas to each other, oh and we were lacking a set of chess piece to start playing chess on the table. I see many more christmas-es and other festives being spent like that. Thinking of how i'm gonna "celebrate" the upcoming festive seasons in the coming years is starting to bore me more than it already is now, dang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7717450445057732482?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7717450445057732482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7717450445057732482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7717450445057732482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7717450445057732482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-starting-to-hate-festive-seasons.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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/_m8NEAVgjhak/R3EZh6R1TuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/KnXP1QdtzPY/s72-c/SP_A0255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733286439987972807.post-5154099294678216841</id><published>2007-12-24T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T23:05:11.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas eve's party was great. The food was good, the people were good. Kenneth and i bought everyone at the party walking sticks ! Well, it came in handy for mass where we had to stand for 2 hours and also when we left the party all shagged and needed something to support ourselves on the way home. We put up with alot of humiliation carrying 28 walking sticks all the way from town back home. Salesmen were asking what in the world that were and people were staring endlessly. One poor injured man on the LRT even asked if i was selling the sticks cause he needed one. I can't believe it, i think i looked like one of those charitable organization trying to sell walking sticks to earn a few bucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-5154099294678216841?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/5154099294678216841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=5154099294678216841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5154099294678216841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5154099294678216841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eves-party-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-6873096674736495298</id><published>2007-12-23T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T06:53:13.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The bug in me is getting from bad to worse. The flu is not getting any better, the body aches are frequent and the dizzy spells are driving me erm, dizzy ! Maybe it's withdrawal symptoms from not getting my daily dosage of a particular someone *grins*.  Looks like the YI camp changed the people alot. Gotta meet phyllis today after god knows how long, and i swear she is no longer bimbotic. No more "fuck you caleb" and starts kicking, punching you. She has OFFICIALLY changed to become a nicer girl. Don't believe me? Check out her personal message. It used to be "fuck blah blah blah.." or "DIE BITCH" or any other horrid, vulgar and explict stuffs you can imagine coming out from her mouth. Now, she praises god with her personal message. Wonderful? I must find out how powerful the camp is to change someTHING like phyllis. Even when i told phyllis about her personality change, she laughed it off with a shrug. Must buy lottery arhh...phenomenal sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-6873096674736495298?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/6873096674736495298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=6873096674736495298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/6873096674736495298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/6873096674736495298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/bug-in-me-is-getting-from-bad-to-worse.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-2595573530677104082</id><published>2007-12-22T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T11:03:31.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So everyone DO have problems. I know you people reading this will say "of course, but i think the fella who posted this has a bigger problem for asking such a riduculous question." But if life is a bundle of problems, why do we strive to live? In that case, wouldn't everyone be committing suicide? I guess it's the unwillingness to leave your loved ones(family, friends, girlfriend, etc...) behind and just go like that, so it's your loved ones that pushes you to live. Then again, if life is a bundle of joy, why would anyone strive to die? So maybe life is really a bundle of problems, but i'm unwilling to let go of my loved ones, that is what's keeping me here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-2595573530677104082?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/2595573530677104082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=2595573530677104082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2595573530677104082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2595573530677104082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-everyone-do-have-problems.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-3306794624904363027</id><published>2007-12-22T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T02:53:19.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheeeeb, i dropped my phone into the toilet bowl and it totally is not working now. Bad stuffs happens one after another don't they? I woke up to a really painful throat and bad flu. For a promise, i lose my interest. For a sms, i lose my phone. For a quarell, i lose my family. I never expected this christmas to be good anyway. BRRR, so it's alright. Well, to make myself feel better, i pointed the middle finger to the toilet bowl everytime i see it to make myself feel accomplished, at least i gave it a lesson, so it might never take other people's phone again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-3306794624904363027?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/3306794624904363027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=3306794624904363027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3306794624904363027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3306794624904363027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/cheeeeb-i-dropped-my-phone-into-toilet.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-651122799314255236</id><published>2007-12-21T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T09:06:58.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>National treasure 2 is a superb movie. Watched it at subsidised price at only 4 bucks thanks to dickson goh. I feel like going to bukit timah hill in search for a treasure grove or dive under sentosa to find singapore's very own atlantis. All that treasure hunting got into me so quick that for almost an hour, i was thinking which part of singapore will have burried treasure and how to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-651122799314255236?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/651122799314255236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=651122799314255236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/651122799314255236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/651122799314255236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/national-treasure-2-is-superb-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-2276812336491477879</id><published>2007-12-19T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:43:33.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES ! I'm back from the chalet that drained me of my money and energy. Usual yearly routine of sleeping on the hard cold floor with friends, go for late night walks and talk, do stupid things. The theme park proved too much for me, my "friends" dragged me into the viking ship and i screamed my adam's apple out. Serious shit, i didn't know why i was so terrified. A bunch of girls sitting in front of me actually laughed at me, DANG. After the pirate ship, i didn't take anymore rides and i went back to the chalet to rest my heart. We had a boxing match with pillows as gloves, but most of us ended up injured. I got a torn lip and bruised back, but it was really fun ! I'm 60 bucks poorer now, so DON'T call me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-2276812336491477879?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/2276812336491477879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=2276812336491477879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2276812336491477879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2276812336491477879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/yes-im-back-from-chalet-that-drained-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-5192763553462518681</id><published>2007-12-16T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T08:05:09.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have learnt my lesson, never to bite my fingernails whenever i'm using the laptop. About a month back, i bit my nails and a piece of it dropped into the tiny gaps of the keyboard. Until today, i have been using my laptop with a semi functional "S" button. I have to press really hard just to type S, becasue the nail was stuck beneath it. 25 minutes ago i was pissed off (the accumalation of being piss for being unable to type properly) so i decided to do something about it. I yahoo answered "how to remove buttons from keyboard" and i realised the answer was just, to pluck it out with force. I tried that, i felt the tension so i was thinking "hmm, it was stated pull the button up, do not use exessive force" and there i was pulling it with all my might. So i went back to read again. CHEEEB, bloody hell scare the shit outa me. They were refering to DESKTOP keyboard, not laptop! So i searched for "how to remove buttons from LAPTOP keyboard". And the answer was, NO, you will spoil your laptop. I think i almost ruined my own laptop, lucky me. So i decided to head for shyan's advice, toothpicks. Amazingly it worked. But after 20 mins of trying to pry here and there. I will never bite my nails when i'm using the laptop anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-5192763553462518681?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/5192763553462518681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=5192763553462518681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5192763553462518681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5192763553462518681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-have-learnt-my-lesson-never-to-bite.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7786269160691157494</id><published>2007-12-15T09:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T10:14:06.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES. It is true that parents are crazy, they complain about me playing the guitar too loudly and yet they got me a new guitar for christmas. The moment i reached home to test out the new gift, some asshole called me all the way down to ngee ann. This fella the mother got problem ! Basket you dickson goh. KNNBCCB. But he repaid the favour by buying fries and one cup of drink at carl's junior (drinks are refillable there). So 5 friends drank the drink so quickly that we had to refill it every less than one minute. Clarence refilled 3 times and refused to go anymore, he claimed the staff looked at him when he refilled the drink the 3rd time, we were sitting at the back so the staff thought clarence was alone. If i were the staff, i would have done so too, a guy refilling his drink every 40 secs? So clarence was too pai seh-ed to go again, so we sent another representative. Now's the SEA games, if there was a medal for "fastest drinker" for small size cup catergory, i think the staff might have elected clarence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7786269160691157494?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7786269160691157494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7786269160691157494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7786269160691157494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7786269160691157494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-4304499322873283264</id><published>2007-12-14T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T13:15:46.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am crashing in asiq's house now and the night seems really lonely. Chalet will be up in a few days time which will be a great time to unwind myself as well as erm, unwinding my wallet (i can't even be so sure if there's even enough to unwind in the first place). Asiq's granny gave me 2 bucks to eat ! I didn't bring my wallet along so i'm poor and hungry, but that sweet old lady gave me some money to eat! Luckily she did, if not i will be hated by my friends for stealing their portion of food. Old ladies are nice and beautiful, arh.. Now that i'm after old ladies, what am i called? A guy who goes after young kids are pedophiles, what about a guy who goes after old ladies? Maybe they should come out a word for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-4304499322873283264?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/4304499322873283264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=4304499322873283264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4304499322873283264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4304499322873283264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-am-crashing-in-asiqs-house-now-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-3673466042910478074</id><published>2007-12-13T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T07:01:38.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dad hasn't been working for a few days, so he's been staying home watching teevee and becoming our chauffeur. I woke up hearing some rap songs, i turned to the teevee and saw MTV with some singer rapping. What's worse, i saw dad shaking his head to the music. I was laughing in my mind, 40 year old man enjoying this kinda music? Weird old man. I was home aloned for the rest of the day after 12pm. Being broke and bored, i forced myself to sleep throughout the afternoon. The best way to kill time is sleep, what seems like 5 minutes when you're sleeping is actually a few hours. That's why we always wake up late thinking "damn, i thought i only slept for 5 mins, how come like 1 hour pass already?" This is one major contributing factor that caused me to have a number of red forms (late for school) during my secondary school time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-3673466042910478074?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/3673466042910478074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=3673466042910478074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3673466042910478074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3673466042910478074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/dad-hasnt-been-working-for-few-days-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-8994173032137267702</id><published>2007-12-12T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:07:13.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's spooky when you hear a particular song everywhere you go. I have been listening to my iTunes on shuffle mode on the com for the past week. The song "I Can't fight this feeling anymore" by air supply keeps playing frequently out of 5 gig of songs. Okay, not wierd enough? I listen to my radio at home, gold 90.5 every morning (that's if i wake up in the mornings). And this song came out 2 times within the week (i only woke up like 2 times in the morning for the week). Still not weird enough? I was at this restaurant and they played this song from a cd. Worst? I decided to use the iTunes radio, american radio staions. And not hard to guess, they played that song too. Flying fuck ! I used to love this song alot but not when i'm currently in this situation and i defitnely do NOT need songs with titles and lyrics that brings down your confidence which in turn makes my ordeal look more obvious to myself. I CAN fight this feeling far far far longer. So SHUT UP air supply and stop phyco-ing me. I CAN I CAN ! A really inspirational song now will be "BOB the builder" It simply goes CAN WE DO IT ? YES WE CAN !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8994173032137267702?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8994173032137267702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8994173032137267702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8994173032137267702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8994173032137267702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-spooky-when-you-hear-particular.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-194944246721908122</id><published>2007-12-12T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T08:59:04.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Felt really good today, recovered from the bad headache. Woke up early today to catch a movie on teevee with dad. The whole family went out and i was home aloned from 12pm onwards. Dad was nice enough to drive home at 4pm to bring me to his office to play. The arcade in his office bores me, so off for dinner with jacky and mum at some thai restaurant. Jacky was being annoying today by boasting about his life, which i think he has nothing much to boast about, really. Dad felt crazy and gave me money to buy myself 3 new shirts. Home we went and off i went to meet asiq and clarence. Asiq's mum is so sweet lahh, ask me to take care when i was walking home near 12.30am. She even asked asiq to call me to check if i've reached home, which i felt asiq was really reluctant about it, but nevertheless he called. Sweet boy and sweet mum. Asiq is a really open brother, he teaches his 3 year old kid brother to point his middle finger to anyone who lands feet in their house. I swear that boy is cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-194944246721908122?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/194944246721908122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=194944246721908122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/194944246721908122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/194944246721908122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/felt-really-good-today-recovered-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-4861750761871337583</id><published>2007-12-11T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T18:24:33.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never experienced such bad headache in my entire life until yesterday. Gosh, my head was hurting so bad as if someone smashed it with a sledge hammer. Maybe it was caused by the impact of the soccer ball that hit me in my back. Some guys playing football had to kick the ball at my back, maybe it caused internal injuries and made my blood flow backwards causing the major headache. When the ball hit me, i was mouthing the words "fuck you assholes" and secretly thought of bashing them up in my mind. Visions of me flying kicking them one by one onto the ground was satisfying, but in reality, they were still up and perfectly unharmed playing their football match.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-4861750761871337583?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/4861750761871337583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=4861750761871337583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4861750761871337583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4861750761871337583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-never-experienced-such-bad-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-8483189589964064265</id><published>2007-12-10T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T04:58:01.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoey has left singapore ! Sadly, not for good. But still it's something we will all rejoice. When mum was sending off hoey, she asked us to say bye to him. Jacky, wenxian and i waved bye and looked sad. The moment the door was shut, we 3 smiled at each other, gave a HI 5 to one another and continued watching teevee. I think it's much more fun after he left. But he'll be back soon by january, dang. It's gonna be, the return of hoey part 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8483189589964064265?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8483189589964064265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8483189589964064265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8483189589964064265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8483189589964064265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/hoey-has-left-singapore-sadly-not-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-4772337914485338561</id><published>2007-12-09T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T05:30:10.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last minute trip down to the orphange was a blast. Everything turned out differently from what i expected, it ended up to be a christmas party over there and we enjoyed the good spread of a buffet and music, by us. Everyone was singing and playing in their santa's hat, even i wore one and played the guitar, i think it was funny, a band of santa's! We were their live band for the night and i've never once played with so much joy before. Even though the songs were simple and needed not much practice, i enjoyed it alot because i felt really welcomed there. It's amazing how the attitude of the audience affects my mood, i've been playing to really "dead" people for the last few performances, but today is truly amazing, EVERYONE sang along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-4772337914485338561?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/4772337914485338561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=4772337914485338561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4772337914485338561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4772337914485338561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-minute-trip-down-to-orphange-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-3535203693953985859</id><published>2007-12-08T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T12:06:37.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 3.54am and i'm feeling really upset over a song. I heard this really old but nice and jumpy song, and it is really nice. So i downloaded it and listened to it, the tune really is great and i thought this would be like any happy love song because the tune really is jumpy and catchy. But when i paid attention to the lyrics, the whole song revolves about how the singer lost his loved one in a car accident. "Oh where, oh where can my baby be? The Lord took her away from me. She's gone to Heaven, so I got to be good. So I can see my baby when I leave this world. I lifted her head, she looked at me and said Hold me darling just a little while I held her close, I kissed her, our last kiss. I found the love that I knew I had missed. Well, now she's gone even though I hold her tight I lost my love, my life, that night. " For no apparent reason, this vision of me being in this car accident with my loved one appeared in my mind. Thinking of it already hurts/sucks so so bad, imagine the sorrow and hurt one would feel if this would have happen to them. So don't take too long to say i love you to the ones you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-3535203693953985859?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/3535203693953985859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=3535203693953985859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3535203693953985859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3535203693953985859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-8592717237715703391</id><published>2007-12-07T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T12:14:03.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, there was this boy who had no directions in life. Until he stumbled across a magic photo. And that photo led him to go after something everyone deemed immposible. He held on tight to his beliefs and walked that road that seemed to lead to nowhere. After months of walking and walking, he finally saw his destination from 100 of miles away, of course, with the help of a binoculars. And so he felt he will reach there in a couple of years more to come, so his passion in search for the princess in the magic photo was propelled. On the road, he has met with creatures/monsters strongly opposing him to go to the white castle (where the princess is). Being the chosen one, the fairy god mother gave him an armour and a sword. He bravely fought off the creatures and is now in continuing his journey. Please come back and read the ending of the story in maybe 1-2 years. Only then will you know the outcome of "the trip to white castle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer : Characters in story are of no relevance to any living person&lt;br /&gt;                      In case of  coincidence, author is filled with utmost regret along with gratitude for&lt;br /&gt;                      being understanding&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8592717237715703391?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8592717237715703391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8592717237715703391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8592717237715703391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8592717237715703391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/once-upon-time-there-was-this-boy-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-2007261526539917416</id><published>2007-12-06T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:01:10.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love rock and roll</title><content type='html'>Today i watched hitman. Dang. It was quite cool i guess.&lt;br /&gt;Made me want to play with Jacky's gun.&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day at Berwin's house.&lt;br /&gt;If i was a girl, I would chase after Berwin.&lt;br /&gt;He's so attractive and cute. Everything a girl could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesky pussy, hoy did i ever come up with such a queer alliteration?&lt;br /&gt;I must have been really pesky to certain pussies.&lt;br /&gt;Cheeeeb la. I should change my URL soon.&lt;br /&gt;Its probably jinxing me right now.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I haven't had much luck lately.&lt;br /&gt;I'll change it soon to something like charming-lad.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm I hope it'll work.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'll go gay around in my room now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-2007261526539917416?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/2007261526539917416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=2007261526539917416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2007261526539917416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2007261526539917416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-rock-and-roll.html' title='i love rock and roll'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-6149856290073829735</id><published>2007-12-05T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:12:40.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tatooist is something you people shouldn't watch, it's like getting a tatoo and regret it. You can't get rid of the tatoo. That will be how you feel after watching the movie, regretful. It is a singapore and american cooperated film, the singaporean casts really runied the movie with their bad accent. Wenxian left for his friend's house to stay over so i've got the whole room to myself ! But dang, i'm real tired and can fall asleep any moment now. I can't make full use of the night being alone in the room. I wanna have my own room and stop having a pesky kid brother to share it with me ! Maybe i'll poison his food soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-6149856290073829735?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/6149856290073829735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=6149856290073829735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/6149856290073829735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/6149856290073829735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/tatooist-is-something-you-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7837854470208897118</id><published>2007-12-04T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:01:00.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather today roasted a bunch of boys that went fishing. I headed home in the evening to find myself being sleepy and scared. So scared i couldn't sleep, it turned out i read too much into it and scared the shit outta myself. But if you're a guy, i swear you'ld have thought like me !Somebody went to change my profile in friendster ! My gender became female, my country became phoenix and deleted all my information. I kinda find this person cute and funny !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7837854470208897118?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7837854470208897118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7837854470208897118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7837854470208897118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7837854470208897118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/weather-today-roasted-bunch-of-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-1140927417837680050</id><published>2007-12-03T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:02:38.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Within 15 mins from leaving my bed, i met han right outside my house. I left for his house to play the guitar where we both played a really cute song that took us almost a day to learn it. Being so in to the song, we skipped breakfast and lunch so we felt really hungry and we went to chomp chomp to eat. We walked home amazingly within an hour and a half. Before we left for chomp chomp, we saw this girl playing basketball with some guys at a basketball court. This girl is stupid and ugly. We heard her shout "Hand ball !" Which idiot plays basketball without using their hands. And next, she was horribly ugly that we concluded that even if the ball smashed her face, she would go "oh, never mind, smash my face it's okay, no difference to my face."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-1140927417837680050?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/1140927417837680050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=1140927417837680050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1140927417837680050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1140927417837680050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/within-15-mins-from-leaving-my-bed-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-1910588668024122713</id><published>2007-12-02T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T07:29:56.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay, we have finished our filming and i kinda miss those people who worked with me. Dickson, brandon and i were in this mrt on our way home when we fucking smelt durians. Dickson and brandon were like not embaressed and shouted "NO durians in the mrt". So many people were looking at us lahh. So embaressing, they wanted to tell the aunty with the durian to read the sign "No durians". I prevented them from doing so, in the meanwhile, we realised dickson had something more offendable than durians. He was holding a can of adhesive spray that wrote EXTREMLY FLAMMABLE. The sign stated "no smoking, no eating &amp;amp; drinking, no flammable objects and no durians." Fines are according, $500, $500, $5000, no fine for durians. And dickson was holding something with the highest fine, $5000. And he dared to go tell the aunty no durians. What an asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-1910588668024122713?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/1910588668024122713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=1910588668024122713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1910588668024122713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1910588668024122713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/yay-we-have-finished-our-filming-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-2804791346231744739</id><published>2007-12-01T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T09:53:33.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dad and i fixed my spoilt guitar ! It's been weeks since i played it. Finally we got it fixed, i thought it would be gone FOREVER. So i rocked the whole house really loud, and dad said he regretted fixing it for me. He preferred the peace and quiet. I'm so tired already. Jacky's right, he's one big clown too. But he recently told me it's really tiring and silly to be a clown forever. He told me this when i asked him to do another silly video. First sensible thing he said. What the pundeh is wrong with the radio station. They seem to play songs that make me emotional, i'm listening to "cherish the love". Oh, i forgot i'm listening to oldies. I wanna see what happens when i die, will people make me a tributal video? Yeah, most probably me doing retard stuffs that makes people laugh at my funeral instead of sobbing. So who will cry for me one day!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-2804791346231744739?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/2804791346231744739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=2804791346231744739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2804791346231744739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2804791346231744739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/12/dad-and-i-fixed-my-spoilt-guitar-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7858838873777313748</id><published>2007-11-30T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T09:19:51.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is another day which i cannot reveal. Secrecy, i feel like a CIA agent. On secret missions which the public will not be informed of. I'm kinda always broke now and i don't know how long this poverty streak will last. Being poor is fun, i shared food and drinks with friends and it was fun ! Dickson and i shared a bowl of Bar Chor Mee that costed 2 bucks, we were so hungry we fought over it and we gobbled it all up in less than 2 mins. Being poor might not be as bad after all, it's fun !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7858838873777313748?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7858838873777313748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7858838873777313748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7858838873777313748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7858838873777313748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-is-another-day-which-i-cannot.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-3018882188771667954</id><published>2007-11-29T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T10:28:09.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up to the ringing of my phone and realised i was sorta late. So i rushed down to meet dick goh for filming. I ended up shitting in bras basah complex, i swear my butt resisted seating on the toilet bowl but the tummy could not tahan so i sat on the MOST horrible toilet bowl ever and felt violated after shitting. I never felt this way before. Back to ngee ann campus to film, and i have to admit it's a really nice school with nice people. Filming went all fine now let me sleep to make up for the little hours i slept last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-3018882188771667954?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/3018882188771667954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=3018882188771667954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3018882188771667954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3018882188771667954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/woke-up-to-ringing-of-my-phone-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-3471039081258646241</id><published>2007-11-28T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T12:02:38.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If life was a boardgame, we roll the dice but pray the fucking rules change. Then what's the point in playing when we want everything our way. Sometimes bad stuffs always happen but there'll still be a little good in what ever little is left of our life. So now i would rather abide by the rules no matter how fucked up they are and take things one step at a time solving whatever is thrown onto my lap. This is one challenging boardgame to play, i'll finish it one day, ONE DAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-3471039081258646241?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/3471039081258646241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=3471039081258646241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3471039081258646241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3471039081258646241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-life-was-boardgame-we-roll-dice-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-5690847312243630723</id><published>2007-11-27T09:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T10:04:04.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was one hell lota fun a day. I'm so shagggggy doody and i'm gonna sleep now and not wake up even if someone bombs my house, i wouldn't mind dying because i've accomplished something amazing today. Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-5690847312243630723?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/5690847312243630723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=5690847312243630723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5690847312243630723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5690847312243630723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/today-was-one-hell-lota-fun-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-4129497056190883913</id><published>2007-11-26T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T07:30:43.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I aspire to be a durian seller now. Now wait, girls who want to be my wife, do not despair and think you'll live a shabbily with me when i become a durian seller. Because i have just made an amazing discovery that durians can be sold at a higher price than ever imagined. About 2 hours ago, dad and mum were itching to go out for a drive. So 3 of us drove off to get some durians and pizza. And my goodness, the durians were more expensive than the pizza. 3 pathetic small durians were priced at 45 bucks. My jaws hung when i heard 45 bucks, mum was like "What the fuck" in her eyes, but we had to pay. So now guess how much durian sellers earn a day when his durian rack had only approximately 10-15 durians left? I think i'm gonna be a millionaire soon if i follow this path of fruitiness !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-4129497056190883913?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/4129497056190883913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=4129497056190883913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4129497056190883913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4129497056190883913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-aspire-to-be-durian-seller-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-868086325089928252</id><published>2007-11-25T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T10:07:46.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MAKING LOVE OUT OF NOTHING AT ALL ! Cheeeeeb, must ask Air supply (a band) how they do it. Making love out of NOTHING at all is seriously no mean feat okay? Imagine if we've mastered this skill. Woosheew ! I am coming for you AIR SUPPLY !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-868086325089928252?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/868086325089928252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=868086325089928252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/868086325089928252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/868086325089928252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/making-love-out-of-nothing-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-5169055112096886041</id><published>2007-11-24T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T01:36:29.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jacky crashed in our room last night, so wenxian jacky and i were playing games late into the night. The aircon was freezing, so wenxian dared us to take off our shirts and sleep. Jacky being idiot child number one, took off his shirt. Subsequently, we got dared to take off our pants. Being idiot child number one always, he did what he was dared. So he slept with his underwear hogging my blanket. Suddenly mum came in to ask us to lower our volume when jacky got freaked out and pretended to sleep. Mum knew jacky wouldn't sleep when it is a friday night where we play till really late. So she suspected something was wrong when jacky slept so soon. She pulled off the blanket and saw a naked boy. Do not pity jacky, pity me. Mum assumed i taught jacky homosexuality and i got a lecture. Okay, jacky got it a little too for sleeping with his undies only.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-5169055112096886041?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/5169055112096886041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=5169055112096886041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5169055112096886041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5169055112096886041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/jacky-crashed-in-our-room-last-night-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-5592136003387397587</id><published>2007-11-23T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T09:01:32.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentosa was an animal discovery session today. We caught numerous numbers of crabs, one baby octopus that squirted ink, one long prawn and a baby little squid. The fishes were too fast to be caught, so we had much fun examining the things we caught ! My legs are aching like i've got dinosaur bites. I hate sentosa's tram rides, they are always packed and we wait at the stations for nothing, okay wait. We didn't wait for nothing, we donated litres of blood to insects camping around for fools like us to believe there would be seats on the tram. So we donated blood, see the packed tram go past our eyes and walked to the beach station. Insects are much more clever now, they know where to camp to suck idiot children's blood. Eeeerungh, evolution has begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-5592136003387397587?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/5592136003387397587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=5592136003387397587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5592136003387397587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5592136003387397587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/sentosa-was-animal-discovery-session.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-3584735713614327933</id><published>2007-11-22T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T08:55:10.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mum's becoming mental. I wake up everyday not to my alarm clock but to her yelling at my brothers and maid. It's really scary, i have to pretend to sleep in bed if not i might get a piece of it too. When i wake up, i pretend to be blur and walk around ruffling my hair acting that i do not know a shit about the commotion that happened. Eeeeerungh. Jacky tried to make mum angry by acting cool. He was staring out the window when mum said "go sleep". Jacky did not reply until mum used a fiercer tone. Jacky raised his eyebrows and said "ya talking to me?" Mum played along and said "nope, talking to the spirits in the room." And she started bullshitting about ghosts in our house and now jacky is so scared that he dare not sleep in the room. So much for acting cool. Total fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-3584735713614327933?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/3584735713614327933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=3584735713614327933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3584735713614327933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3584735713614327933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/mums-becoming-mental.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7490779231378772690</id><published>2007-11-21T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T07:47:36.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been ultra man years since i enjoyed the morning sun. And today i went jogging around the estate at 6.18 am and i swear it felt like i was running with weights chained onto my feet. The first 5 minutes were rather alright, looking like an olympic runner. But after the first 5 minutes, i started to think why the hell has singapore became so so big. It seemed bigger than ever, the pavement was never ending. But no matter what i told myself i'ld run 10 laps so i forced myself to finish 10 laps. And the sense of accomplishment was great, i tell you GREAT. Yeah, not forgetting the aches which were as great. This whammed me into bed for hours, perfect remedy for sleepless people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7490779231378772690?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7490779231378772690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7490779231378772690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7490779231378772690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7490779231378772690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-ultra-man-years-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-8212563546231695796</id><published>2007-11-20T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T07:09:33.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love being an asshole. I was such a huge asshole that i quarelled with a bangala over a soccer ball. Forget it, the details make me seem so low down and despicable. I feel assholic and guilty now, it was my fault yet i talked back. Brr, i'm sorry Mr Bangala. You might not get to see this but i hope you feel it. I don't think you would google "quarell with bangala today" and get linked to my site. But still, god knows how if you come to see this, i'm so sorry and all the best in your career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8212563546231695796?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8212563546231695796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8212563546231695796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8212563546231695796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8212563546231695796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-love-being-asshole.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-8979750676410272379</id><published>2007-11-19T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T07:55:02.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a really long time since i teared, it's been years. And today, i teared after reading what you told me. It wasn't easy holding back my tears, there was this weird sensation that struck me and somewhere in my chest i felt it crumple up and my tears just came down. I'm gonna wash my face now before anyone sees me this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8979750676410272379?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8979750676410272379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8979750676410272379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8979750676410272379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8979750676410272379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-really-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-8473436266585345069</id><published>2007-11-18T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T06:06:08.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Little boys are the funniest little things ever. There were 2 japan little boys who went over to my mum's friend house. We know them, so we went over to visit. The adult male at home walked around half naked, and the little boy said the uncle's armpit is very hairy. So the man (mum &amp;amp; dad's friend) asked if it was very unique. The boy said yeah, because his dad does not have armpit hair. To add it on, he said his dad had no dick hair therefore it's weird why this uncle have hair. The whole house was was filled with laughter. We asked why and he said it was because they go for hot baths together. I swear this little boy is so cute, so innocent ! So his theory is, if his dad does not have something, all the man in the world will not have it. This shows how important a father's behaviour or action is to his kid. I wanna be a great father when i'm a little older, maybe when i'm 25.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8473436266585345069?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8473436266585345069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8473436266585345069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8473436266585345069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8473436266585345069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-boys-are-funniest-little-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-5242185167567329652</id><published>2007-11-16T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:49:24.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanna tell a story. Once, there was this poor boy, he was lost in the north pole and it was fucking freezing. He had little clothes, but enough to last him through a week. Soon, he stumbled across a hot spring in the middle of nowhere. But this hot spring is magical and is way fucking hot, so it can be found in the north pole. So he had two options, jump in that hot pool and enjoy the heat or live freezing for a week. At that very moment, the hot pool would have been the best option. So the boy jumped in the hot pool and enjoyed the heat. After a long while, the boy got boiled to death. He could have survived if he did not jump in the pool. So moral is, what seems good at a very point of time to you, might just be the fucking thing that killls you. Bottom line, choices get you fucked up. Hope you never get to make choices, just follow whatever is thrown onto your lap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-5242185167567329652?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/5242185167567329652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=5242185167567329652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5242185167567329652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5242185167567329652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wanna-tell-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-671087334410097224</id><published>2007-11-16T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:24:43.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Salt anniversary went off all well. Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-671087334410097224?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/671087334410097224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=671087334410097224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/671087334410097224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/671087334410097224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/salt-anniversary-went-off-all-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7513464327976012848</id><published>2007-11-14T23:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:54:01.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I seriously wonder why i still have no school now. Maybe my life is somewhat like the boardgame LIFE. And someone is the player. You know in the boardgame LIFE, you roll the dice and you move the number of steps. Sometimes you land on a bad spot and they say move back 3 steps. In this boardgame, there would be one particular box that says "graduate from college", so if you land on that box or pass that box, you graduate from college right? But i think the player rolling the dice for my life has bad luck. Always roll until that i land on "Move back 3 steps" or worse "Head back to start". So i never have the chance to graduate. Screw the fuckers renovating their house somewhere near mine. Damn noisy, hope they accidentally saw off their hands, go to the hospital stay for one month. So they need not renovate anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7513464327976012848?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7513464327976012848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7513464327976012848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7513464327976012848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7513464327976012848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-seriously-wonder-why-i-still-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-1530351417497841774</id><published>2007-11-13T23:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T23:48:58.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now that i have almost recovered from my sickness, i am about to get sick again. Not physically but emotionally sick. Brrrr, why did my brother become like this. It's scaring me, do all kids become like this when they hit the secondary 1- 2 stage ? It scares the shit outta me, he's becoming so cheenapiang. Tell me whyyyyy, ain't nothing but a heartache. Somebody kill me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-1530351417497841774?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/1530351417497841774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=1530351417497841774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1530351417497841774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1530351417497841774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/now-that-i-have-almost-recovered-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-4346001889175886182</id><published>2007-11-13T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:08:01.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am almost recovered. So being well bodied, i was able to run out and play ! Being sick for 2 days was like lying in a coma for 2 years. I was fed porridege every meal with pathetic pork and salted egg. Then i would force myself to take medicine that never fails to make me dizzy thus spending 3/4 of my time sleeping. So i went off to do some filming today for the upcoming friday event. And i happened to leave my house late and my friend called me to ask where i am. This has happened to me so many times and i lied to them like erm uncountable times. Once. he reached compass point and i was still in my bathroom. So he asked where i was, and i replied walking there. He replied i was lying and i was shocked by how he knew so i asked him why. He replied that he could hear the background. I was like urgh, yalahh, i'm a dumb dumb. Then i realised something, i have been messaging him all along. So i replied him "fuck you bitch, i texted you so how could you hear the background." I actually was so flustered up that i believed him. Being late and worst still making a friend wait is very very bad, it pricks your conscience really hard, that's why i got flustered up and believed his nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-4346001889175886182?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/4346001889175886182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=4346001889175886182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4346001889175886182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4346001889175886182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-almost-recovered.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-978731076067562717</id><published>2007-11-12T03:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T03:48:30.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sickness ain't getting any better. I think i shall stop playing doctor by randomly taking medicine i find in the fridge. Gosh, i feel really dizzy now after taking some sweet sweet syrup which i assume it is cough syrup. I'm listening to heavy music, lying on my bed and it seems like i'm in a disco high on drugs. Weehoo, my eyes are rolling and the eyelids are opening and closing, opening and closing !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-978731076067562717?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/978731076067562717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=978731076067562717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/978731076067562717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/978731076067562717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/sickness-aint-getting-any-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7325581642153188796</id><published>2007-11-11T14:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T14:53:07.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gee, i've slept at 2pm on sunday all the way to monday's 6.30am. I can't believe it, i think this is the longest sleep i've ever got, well partly becuase of the flu medicine i've taken, but still 16 and a half hours is really alot. Wenxian used my laptop last night resulting in my msn signing in automatically, so i'm sorry if i didn't reply to any of your online messages. Jacky did a stupid thing with his "chinese computer dictionary". He typed in chinese words "hoey shi tong xing lian". The chinese dicitonary has this function of reading out whatever you typed in it. So it read out kinda loudly "Hoey is gay". For once the computer dicitonary told some truth. I'm so soo craving for food. I've been digesting my own fats for the long hours i was sleeping. Bahh, i want prata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7325581642153188796?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7325581642153188796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7325581642153188796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7325581642153188796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7325581642153188796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/gee-ive-slept-at-2pm-on-sunday-all-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-3702502592445449133</id><published>2007-11-10T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T06:19:09.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Basket, i'm down with a bad throat and heavy flu. Screw it, my throat hurts everytime i swallow my saliva and i've used half a toilet roll for my flu within 2 hours. Using up half a toilet roll within two hours is no joke okay? It is equivalant to wiping your ass from shitting for 2-3 weeks, and amazingly, i used up half within a span of two hours. My nose skin is peeling from all that friction and i look like a boy with artificial red blinking nose. I've just smacked two panadols and i hope it wipes out all the foreign bodies in my system. Drink YAKULT ! It kills the bacteria in the tummy ! YES DIE BACTERIA DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-3702502592445449133?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/3702502592445449133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=3702502592445449133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3702502592445449133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/3702502592445449133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/basket-im-down-with-bad-throat-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-1483572708006899274</id><published>2007-11-09T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T12:44:18.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My bum is numb, i sat on the stupid small stool for hours using the laptop, Suddenly, when i stood up, i could not feel my bum ! It was the leg numb feeling but on the bum. Couldn't walk, so i laid on the bed and asked for advice. I was told to jiggle my bum, i tried. But not effective, so i rubbed my own bum and i'm feeling better now. Oh ya, the MRT i took today, jammed its brake three times in the middle of nowhere and one poor lady fell 2 out of 3 times. She was so pissed, she sat on the floor till we reached the next station.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-1483572708006899274?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/1483572708006899274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=1483572708006899274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1483572708006899274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1483572708006899274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-bum-is-numb-i-sat-on-stupid-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-1472229071231444007</id><published>2007-11-08T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T08:41:14.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jacky's crying in bed now and it's 12.24 am. He turned in at 10pm but didn't catch a single wink of sleep because wen xian that fool watched Dawn of the dead with him and scared the balls out of him. I can hear him sobbing in his room, i pity him and wanted to ask him to sleep with me but mum didn't allow. I don't know why, here are two possible reasons. She might think jacky is faking it so he can come and sleep in my room and play with me, that is what always happens whenver he crashes in my room. We will whip out our laptops, PSP and iPods and play till he can't wake up for school tomorrow. Second reason might be, mum wants to train him to become like Jackie chan : tough, manly, cool. Sadly our jacky does not inherit any of these traits by having the similar name as Jackie chan. On the contrary, the character of our jacky strongly oppose those characters of Jackie chan. How dissapointing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-1472229071231444007?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/1472229071231444007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=1472229071231444007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1472229071231444007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1472229071231444007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/jackys-crying-in-bed-now-and-its-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-8059922313317691226</id><published>2007-11-07T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T09:59:46.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need jokes to crack myself up. But i seriously hope life isn't a big joke because i do not understand it. One day, in venice. When the people still used the gullotine to exectue people, they were ready to behead a priest, lawyer and an engineer. So when the priest was laid on the machine and the warden pulled the rope, nothing happened. The priest then said "it is god's will, let me go." So they let him off. Next was the lawyer, when they pulled the rope, nothing happened again. So the lawyer went reciting the law "no man can be executed twice, blah blah blah." So he was released. Lastly, it was the engineer. When they pulled the rope, nothing happened too. The engineer went "Oh, i see your problem!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8059922313317691226?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8059922313317691226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8059922313317691226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8059922313317691226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8059922313317691226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-need-jokes-to-crack-myself-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-841083752950185200</id><published>2007-11-06T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T08:24:54.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't feel my legs, they are numb. I've walked far too much today and it's killing me. Haven't seen sacha for like dinosaur years and amazingly when we called her to go out today, she did ! Much laughter and fun just with the three of us, neighbour, me and sacha. The long bus rides and farts were funnaye ! How i miss those times all of us would hang out together. But i miss my iPod more, it's in captivity of sacha armstrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-841083752950185200?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/841083752950185200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=841083752950185200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/841083752950185200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/841083752950185200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-feel-my-legs-they-are-numb.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-5035980981695587381</id><published>2007-11-05T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T09:24:04.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dinner at chomp chomps. Went home and had war with berwin and gwen in facebook. We were fighting each other, bitch slapping one another, buying each other and all sort of nonsense for hours and hours. I feel so "gelat" now. The carrot cake and oyster eggs i ate are secreting oil into my stomach every second. I can taste the "oil" right up to my throat. I feel horrendously sick. *bleach* I think i should drink lots of water now. If i do, the oil will float on the water inside my tummy, then the oil will rise up to my throat and i can spit it out like how we spit phlegm. I'm so bright !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-5035980981695587381?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/5035980981695587381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=5035980981695587381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5035980981695587381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5035980981695587381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/dinner-was-spent-at-chomp-chomps-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-2982850095191937738</id><published>2007-11-04T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T05:56:09.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so hard to really blog nowadays. You can't really express what you feel AT ALL. I can't write what i want to bitch about someone, and even if i do. The maximum extent is bitch bitch bitch but don't show the name, but...if that fuck face comes and read it, he/she will know that we're rocketing them. Then it becomes a triad war where some friends take your side or go agaisnt you for whatever you said. BOOM, big bang. So what's the point of an internet diary when i can or am ONLY binded to writing my funny or happy moments. What happens to all my not so great moments? Evaporate into thin air. A diary is for us to read back whatever happened before and reminisce about the old times regardless good or bad and have a laugh at it (which i usually do perhaps every 6 months). So when we can't vent our fustrations over the internet diary, what do we do? We go home angry and start picking on our family members over the slightest thing because you're all heated up. Time and again, it turns out that your family gets what the fuck face (person you wanna bitch about) deserves. So is it worth it to mete out punishment to your younger brothers (younger easier to bully) instead of the fuck faces? NO, so i'm going to just bash my head against the wall and make holes in them to realease the fumes/steams boiling in my head. But just to make myself feel at ease, i have to again say, "shake this" (holds my dick).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-2982850095191937738?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/2982850095191937738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=2982850095191937738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2982850095191937738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2982850095191937738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-so-hard-to-really-blog-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-1660664473221677071</id><published>2007-11-02T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:48:03.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Major thunderstorm today early in the afternoon but rainbows and sunshine potraited from the carebear cartoon filled singapore today after the stormy weather. It was as if i could see carebears bouncing around the green green lawn and each carebear floating around like how they consumed marijuana with their dazed faces saying "ahh, gimme more"(try visualising that). If you still can't catch the meaning, it simply means happy. "ahh, gimme more"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-1660664473221677071?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/1660664473221677071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=1660664473221677071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1660664473221677071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/1660664473221677071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/major-thunderstorm-today-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7544945849356055799</id><published>2007-11-01T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T10:24:44.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was eating my prata when i started to think about my primary school life, i've always been bitching about secondary, polytechnic school life and leaving out primary school. So here are some of my memories in primary school. Starting with maths, i 'ld remember how only four names would be used in the entire maths textbook namely: Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John. They are imprinted in my mind, how can i ever forget them after 6 years of maths with only four pathetic names. For english, we had PETS textbooks where i never paid attention in class but try spotting the hidden animals. For chinese, we had dictation every week where the teacher gives a paragraph he picks from the chinese textbook and we have to memorise them and write it out when he reads, eeew, i hated that, chinese spelling too. For science, we had Young Zoologist ! We had to do experiments and earn badges, i loved that. I remembered my form teacher was the teacher teaching every other subject except PE and Chinese. I don't know if other schools were like that. Every year, we would receive Sharity envolopes, i remembered one joker donated 5 cents and got scolded, i'ld never forget that. During recess, i'ld play in the hall where Ong teng chong and his wife's photo hanged beside the BIG clock. In classes, bastard monitors and bitch moniteress would go "talk one more time, i book you ahh !" Lastly, there was this craze for digimon, bumble bee yoyo, eraser game and kicking tennis ball in the basketball court. And to make things worse, my wallet was velcro tpye those days, now if i had to use those, i'ld jump off a building. As much as i remember, this was what my primary school lifestyle was and i'm  very sure everybody had at least 1 or 2 common points from what i stated. I'm 334645637677% sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7544945849356055799?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7544945849356055799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7544945849356055799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7544945849356055799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7544945849356055799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/11/was-eating-my-prata-when-i-started-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7287890531057217256</id><published>2007-10-31T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T09:06:44.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KFC suck ass. They are cheeebing stingy, they refuse to give me packet chilli sauce now. They want customers to only use the "squeeze" chilli box that might squirt red chilli all over your shirt. When i pressed the knob down for chilli, "blurp blurp blurp" sound came out and chilli flew past my shirt. If it did hit my shirt, it'ld be a result of KFC's stinginess for chilli, and i would then throw the box of chilli on them. Wait, what difference does it have? Their uniform's red too. Screw them. Hope the chickens realise that the biggest murderer for chicken species is KFC and that the chickens might launch war on KFC one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7287890531057217256?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7287890531057217256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7287890531057217256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7287890531057217256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7287890531057217256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/kfc-suck-ass.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-8783741618869061239</id><published>2007-10-30T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T09:40:57.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The cleaner aunty's reaction was hilarious, Jo (guy with long hair and beard/moustache) wore the IJ uniform and ate in the foodcourt with us. The cleaner aunty got a shocked and shouted in hokkien. "Alamak, an chua char bor wu hor chew !" In english it means "alamak, why this girl have beard/moustache!" I couldn't control but laugh at what cute stuff some random aunty said. I think she got quite shocked, but to be fair, who wouldn't be if you see a girl with a beard/moustache ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8783741618869061239?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8783741618869061239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8783741618869061239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8783741618869061239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8783741618869061239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/cleaner-auntys-reaction-was-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-5742453771838104220</id><published>2007-10-29T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T11:04:20.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8NEAVgjhak/RyYea6u2uWI/AAAAAAAAACc/Cuo5HHJbDbc/s1600-h/Photo0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126818673599101282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8NEAVgjhak/RyYea6u2uWI/AAAAAAAAACc/Cuo5HHJbDbc/s320/Photo0033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked past a notice board today, and i saw this really stupid/weird advert for something that seemed like "call for maths tutuion". And the moment i saw his equation, god, i knew i would never ever call this guy for MATHS tution. Gosh, just look at his equation, 1+1+1=9. This fella is ridiculous, put the number nine(obviously the wrong answer) in such huge font and still dared to show his face. I don't know if he's much of a loser or what, did he even got pass PSLE or let alone kindergarden maths? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-5742453771838104220?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/5742453771838104220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=5742453771838104220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5742453771838104220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5742453771838104220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-was-walked-past-notice-board-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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/_m8NEAVgjhak/RyYea6u2uWI/AAAAAAAAACc/Cuo5HHJbDbc/s72-c/Photo0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2733286439987972807.post-8293753430397064017</id><published>2007-10-28T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T08:34:10.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night i had the smelliest fart ever in my whole life, i farted in the comforter while the 3 of us were sleeping on the same bed, i slowly opened the comforter and OH MY GOD. The smell was released and jacky(fart essence king) beared with it, but gave in after the stench lasted more than he could hold his breath. The other brother jumped off the bed and screamed. Jacky got the tittle "fart essence king" because he farts really often and loves doing one stupid thing. Fart in his hands, run towards hoey and rub the essence all over his small face. Hoey would scream and run to the toilet washing his face. Now, jacky is checking his underwear next to me on the bed, he's checking if he had crapped in his underwear. All because he forced himself to fart and now he might have crapped in his pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8293753430397064017?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8293753430397064017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8293753430397064017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8293753430397064017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8293753430397064017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-night-i-had-smelliest-fart-ever-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7656716810119351872</id><published>2007-10-27T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T07:39:01.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to admit it. I pretty kinda miss schooling, i can't wait for my school to start. I prayed for a long holiday like what i am having now when i used to school, but when i don't school, i pray for school to start soon. I am weird ! Watched a triad movie today at jubilee. They should change their name to cheatbilee, i thought the tickets were at 5 bucks, but it turned out to be 8 bucks. They should ask Boys like girls (a band for you non music idiots) to change "the great escape" (their song) to "the great cheat". You cheating cheebs. But their cinema hall is really old and to my liking, 80's style. I'm in no mood for anything except for some nonsense, i'm too burned out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7656716810119351872?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7656716810119351872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7656716810119351872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7656716810119351872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7656716810119351872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-to-admit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-150335929860353170</id><published>2007-10-26T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T11:34:23.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FFF day today. Not the "F" letter word multiply by 3 times day but "Fun filled family" day. Promise my brothers i would look them up after school to join them for games and dinner. And hell yeah we blasted the arcade in dad's office like dad owned it. Amazingly, it's been a real long time i've spent time with my family, and i kinda like it when i do that now, there's this tingling feeling that makes me feel accomplished and good. Dad and mum felt "young" and brought me out for supper near 12 and i brought dick goh along. Maybe simplicity might just be the answer, no need anything extravagant, life can just be as nice as what you started off with, your family. But everytime i look back at what you've done, i fear for the same thing that might happen again. I'm at a yes yes and no no situation, look what you've done mum. I love my iPod, i had to express my feelings for it (if only expressing feelings to another human being was this simple), i guess i just changed the mood of this entry by professing my love for my iPod !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-150335929860353170?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/150335929860353170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=150335929860353170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/150335929860353170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/150335929860353170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/fff-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-294354050084837249</id><published>2007-10-25T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T09:36:27.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU'RE A FUCK FACE, you think you're good? Shake this (holds my dick) ! Alright, i just had the sudden urge to say this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-294354050084837249?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/294354050084837249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=294354050084837249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/294354050084837249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/294354050084837249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/youre-fuck-face-you-think-youre-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-4722610776664427646</id><published>2007-10-24T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T23:56:19.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"yawn" I'm like the effiel tower come crashing down feeling, so tired after the chalet. The chalet was very fun, did alot of cacat stuff like we owned sentosa. Dickson (bailin) made us laughed like we were all out to win "laugh the most competition". All his exposing armpit hair dance (he wore a singlet and dances to titanic slowly raising his arms exposing his hair and then rub it to the beat of the music) and  pretending to be a china tourist speaking loudly with his china slang in front of the angmohs. Worst? We stood on a sculpture for a picture, and bailin that dick, went to grab his crotch for a pose at the top of the sculpture, but then a bunch tourist just walked past and NOT being embaressed, he shouted "sorry sorry, showed you all an ugly pose." He even went around greeting tourists "welcome to singapore". I believe tourism rate is gonna plunge, new factor in geography for declining tourism rate :"bailin scaring the tourists at tourist hotspot". Bailin is called dickson goh now ! Short form=dick goh=dig gold !  Go Dick ! Dig for gold !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-4722610776664427646?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/4722610776664427646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=4722610776664427646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4722610776664427646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/4722610776664427646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/yawn-im-like-effiel-tower-come-crashing.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-7361637750415403370</id><published>2007-10-22T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:02:22.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's practice session was productive. I stood for 3 hours playing the guitar, the guitar was resting on my tummy (imagine yourself standing up playing the guitar and position how it will rest on your tummy). Dang, my tummy started to sweat alot because there was no space for wind to pass through and i think the mechanism started giving off heat from the back of the guitar. I swear it had the same effect of wearing the uZap from osim, the massaging belt which straps on your tummy and vibrates with a heater in it and making your tummy sweat. Cheeeeeb, i think i lost a number of kilos from playing my guitar namely the uGuitar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-7361637750415403370?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/7361637750415403370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=7361637750415403370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7361637750415403370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/7361637750415403370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/todays-practice-session-was-productive.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-2244443706172007945</id><published>2007-10-21T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T09:30:00.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Facebook is really addictive! It's like a friendster combining with neopets. So many applications and i just click yes to whatever pops up in my screen. I watched this really funny hongkong comedy when the actor scolded in english "your mother 2 eggs." I didn't understand till i asked my family members. Only jacky and dad gave me answers. Jacky said the actor scolded wrongly and should be "your mother 38 eggs" Reason? He thought it should be "your mother san ba (bitch in chinese)" Dad laughed and said it was to make fun that your mother had balls (2 eggs). How could he have gave me an explanation like that? Maybe someone said this to him when he was young and insulted my grandomther !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-2244443706172007945?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/2244443706172007945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=2244443706172007945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2244443706172007945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2244443706172007945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/facebook-is-really-addictive-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-6083999171358716640</id><published>2007-10-20T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T09:55:27.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm on a beegee craze ! Their songs have been repeating over in my iTunes. Their beautiful high pitched voices, something i'll never possess unless i squeeze myself hard in the nuts and sing ."Baby when you've got secret love, ooohh." Facebook is damn addictive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-6083999171358716640?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/6083999171358716640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=6083999171358716640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/6083999171358716640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/6083999171358716640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-on-beegee-craze-their-songs-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-6351111622218285625</id><published>2007-10-18T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:19:47.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, i got a lecture. "Go read some books, don't hang around the whole day, do something useful...blah blah blah." Yes Yes, it was from the dowager at home. In my heart i was like "Hey ! I've no school !?" But if i said that, she'll put down her cooking utensils and start telling me why i should have listened to them, not play so much, don't quit school and all the nonsense, the WORST ? She always say even our maid has a higher level of education than me ( she graduated from college). How unlucky to have a maid with a college cert, HOW many maids actually comes from college !? And i'm so unlucky to have one. Maybe mum lied, she might really come from a college, but not the kinda college we think it is, but MAID training college !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-6351111622218285625?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/6351111622218285625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=6351111622218285625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/6351111622218285625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/6351111622218285625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/today-i-got-lecture.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-5354453035684109491</id><published>2007-10-18T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T04:37:01.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So many funny things happened at home today. Firstly, jacky and hoey came home from school with their hands plus arms all drawn with pen. Mum was furious and asked hoey why did he did that, hoey got freaked out by the dowager (mum), he pointed to jacky. Jacky's drawing on the arm was nicer than hoey's, can see the design and all. Jacky gave the funniest reason " i watched a movie on sunday, all the gangsters had tattoos, i also wanted one. So i drew one myself and taught hoey and my friends in school how to draw tattoos on their hands." He's so obsessed with traids, come home beating everyone and act like some BIG BOSS. Secondly we had KFC for dinner, everyone sank their teeth into the chicken, hoey as usual acted gay and refuse to eat becuase he didn't want to dirty his hands. Jacky suddenly shouted " Ta ma de chicken !" Mum stared, i stared, everyone stared. Jacky then said "the chicken is really hard, i can't bite it." Mum examined the chicken and laughed, it was the breast bone, some white piece that looked like meat. If i film Jacky everyday and make a film named Living with jacky, i swear it'll beat Mr bean and the other shows and i'll make a hefty sum ! He's so damn funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-5354453035684109491?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/5354453035684109491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=5354453035684109491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5354453035684109491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/5354453035684109491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-many-funny-things-happened-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-8281600413814156935</id><published>2007-10-17T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:58:51.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacky's wood dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-43d233250013ce3c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43d233250013ce3c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386472%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A20E33C7ECA9766EA8F69648BE73C715D4320CC.3A3111CF432A2711820DE52A76DE0F81BC3E1FD9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43d233250013ce3c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA9-bBzO23Mgs2jv63_Hx0wX1vIk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D43d233250013ce3c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330386472%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6A20E33C7ECA9766EA8F69648BE73C715D4320CC.3A3111CF432A2711820DE52A76DE0F81BC3E1FD9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D43d233250013ce3c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DA9-bBzO23Mgs2jv63_Hx0wX1vIk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8281600413814156935?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=43d233250013ce3c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8281600413814156935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8281600413814156935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8281600413814156935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8281600413814156935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='Jacky&apos;s wood dance'/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-9160380659519287475</id><published>2007-10-17T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T09:05:21.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i don't attract anything but aunties. I swear. I was at the airport today and i ordered some tuna sandwhich set, the aunty kept smiling at me. Normal customer service i thought, she then asked if i would like chicken filling. I said tuna please. "No no, free for you." I wanted so bad to say yes, but at the airport must act high class all so i said no thank you, i'll stick to tuna. Her manager (another aunty) took over for making my hot chocolate. Then she smiled and winked, "i give you a big cup for no extra charge." The normal one is a coffee cup size and she gave me a really different big cup. She started to delay giving me my drink and asked why i like hot chocolate and irrelavant stuff. If she started asking about school i'ld be so tired to repeat to every single person that i QUIT. So i smiled politely and left. Well, waited for a while before Jacky came out from the gates. The funny thing about his trip? He bought a 160 gig iPod for himself and one LOLLIPOP for his younger brother. Kids nowadays, horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-9160380659519287475?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/9160380659519287475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=9160380659519287475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/9160380659519287475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/9160380659519287475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-i-dont-attract-anything-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-8124409298090610057</id><published>2007-10-16T13:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:45:50.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cheeeeeeeeeeb ! Unbelievable shit !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8124409298090610057?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8124409298090610057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8124409298090610057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8124409298090610057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8124409298090610057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/cheeeeeeeeeeb-unbelievable-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-6996215179563382346</id><published>2007-10-16T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T13:48:53.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BANG ! Was this loud sound when a mercedes and a ceferio collided into one another. The aunty in the ceferio fainted and the one in the mercedes did not come out. An exciting scene during our bus ride from thomson. Berwin and i kept laughing when we saw the accident, poor aunty. Another job interview at sim lim, and shopping at ang mo kio. Result = leg aches + sleepy eyes. Some uncle in a shop told me to choose sciences and be a rocket scientist when he heard i'm planning to choose a new course in RP. Funny only lahh that uncle, ROCKET SCIENTIST !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-6996215179563382346?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/6996215179563382346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=6996215179563382346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/6996215179563382346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/6996215179563382346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/bang-was-this-loud-sound-when-mercedes.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-2747614792226902338</id><published>2007-10-15T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T10:05:33.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two retards were supposed to go for a job interview today, 11am. Retard C woke up at 9am trying to wake retard B. But retard B just could not wake up, so retard C being retarded did not try anything else and went back to sleep. Both retards woke up in the afternoon realising they overslept. So the retards lost the job interview. It's been a long time since i sat in my dad's car. Well, he felt the need to bring the family together so we went out for dinner, he HAD to drive past SAJC. And of course thoughts were dashing through my mind faster than the traffic on the roads. Dad realised i was staring at SAJC and told me to take it easy. Upon hearing that, i was like " Cheeeeb lahh, how come he knows? Dang!". He continued, it's okay if you can't make it into the JC's. I wanted to laugh, but it would have been really rude as he was trying to "console" me. Dads should realise that all teenage guys might not be really interested in a certain school for the right purpose that is studying ! Next time when my kid stares at a school, i'll go "Hey son, you have good foresight *pat on the back*, the girls in this school are fucking hot !"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-2747614792226902338?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/2747614792226902338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=2747614792226902338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2747614792226902338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2747614792226902338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/two-retards-were-supposed-to-go-for-job.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-8701472387551495607</id><published>2007-10-15T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T00:58:31.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Han stayed over last night. I swear we were like girls, played, chat and cooked. We spent 4 hours fixing a model plane which required cement glue. So being retarded, we spent 20 minutes wondering why the plane doesn't fit. Scotch tape saved us all, the entire plane is bandaged with scotch tape. Ate noodles and off to bed, not exactly. We chatted for sometime, quite funny. I'ld love more of stay overs, but aunty han does not allow berwin to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-8701472387551495607?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/8701472387551495607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=8701472387551495607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8701472387551495607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/8701472387551495607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/han-stayed-over-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</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-2733286439987972807.post-2641038056567747410</id><published>2007-10-13T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T10:36:52.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally a short dinner with berwin and gwen after so long, our nightly walks from punggol park home. Movie night was fun, it has always been, except for last year i think too much fun got me and i had a fair share of fun in the hospital. Very glad i didn't end up in the hospital this year, so i survived "Freedom Writers" &amp;amp; "Evan Almighty". Dang, the Graduation song is stuck in my head during this period of the year. "As we go on..." Vitamin C must have earned quite a huge sum from the splitting up of every possible student. I should come out with a song for newborns and funeral. Then everyone will be singing my song for newborns in the hospital and funerals. For newborns : "As you were born...". For funerals : "And as we all mourn, we remember, all the times we, had together..." I think i can make a hefty sum from this songs. Cheeeeeeb, imagine you walking past the void decks where funerals are held and hear them sing my song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2733286439987972807-2641038056567747410?l=pesky-pussy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/feeds/2641038056567747410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2733286439987972807&amp;postID=2641038056567747410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2641038056567747410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2733286439987972807/posts/default/2641038056567747410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pesky-pussy.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally-short-dinner-with-berwin-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Caleb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06319016368028195603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
