<?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-9192335695069926143</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:02:39.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$life's a bitch$</title><subtitle type='html'>The World As We Know It Is Going Down.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192335695069926143.post-1206720598707757954</id><published>2009-11-15T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:08:48.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last longest school hols to be ever cherished for the rest of mua life......</title><content type='html'>Celebrated Aaron and Alex's b'day yesterday. No school tomorrow but I'm fucked for the nite. It's a real sad story really. But don't wanna reveal it. Aihz.... But consolation is no school tomorrow. Which is fucking awesome. Past few months have been so hectic with fucking exam and stuff. Going for district conference 09 in december though. Hope it will be as good as super camp (fat chance). But before that, the ultimate social uplifting party of the year is gonna happen. Amsyar's party. Now that surely gonna be one fucked up crazy ass shit party. Was suppose to plan it tonight over shisha at Bukit Jalil but got grounded. Fucking unfortunate. Well at least I did yesterday after the party. Nothing new just that life so far is not so pathetic as before. Hope it stays that wasy through out the hols. This year is truly the most memorable year of my life so far. I hope it didn't have to end. =(. I really am grateful to my parents for allowing me to go back to la salle this year. If I hadn't, it wouldn't be the best year of my life so far. With a blink of an eye it's gonna be my turn to sit for fucking SPM. It really sucks to know time flies while you're having fun (Fucking cheesy but it's soo true). Must start to get serious by the end of the year itself. I will treasure my school holidays as it will be my longest and last one to cherish all my life ahead. I don't know why the fuck am I so emo nowadays. Must be maturing. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188676073600_730208600_3006595_7845073_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 489px; height: 367px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188676073600_730208600_3006595_7845073_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex's cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188676053600_730208600_3006592_2570420_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 359px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188676053600_730208600_3006592_2570420_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random sex toy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188674188600_730208600_3006585_4889369_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 476px; height: 356px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188674188600_730208600_3006585_4889369_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alex, Alex's chick (Dionne) and Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188665553600_730208600_3006518_6525431_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 473px; height: 354px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188665553600_730208600_3006518_6525431_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188664783600_730208600_3006508_7471407_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 369px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188664783600_730208600_3006508_7471407_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy fuck Yew Wing (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188664778600_730208600_3006507_1870839_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 368px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188664778600_730208600_3006507_1870839_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuad and Ken Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188664763600_730208600_3006505_4580664_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 495px; height: 371px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188664763600_730208600_3006505_4580664_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mua and Naga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188676058600_730208600_3006593_1222770_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 498px; height: 372px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs042.snc3/12935_188676058600_730208600_3006593_1222770_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron's cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-1206720598707757954?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/1206720598707757954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=1206720598707757954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/1206720598707757954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/1206720598707757954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/11/celebrated-aaron-and-alexs-bday.html' title='My last longest school hols to be ever cherished for the rest of mua life......'/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9192335695069926143.post-2320926910212214187</id><published>2009-07-14T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T07:38:46.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff.......</title><content type='html'>Cheesyness and drama. Combine this two shits and what u get? It spells life. Not exactly but almost there and what I meant was the elements. Fuck this shit man. Anyway this time here is to promote another event. 1st event our INSTALLATION. Yea people it's finally here. La Salle's own installation baby. Before I get too hyper writing this shit, just wanna tell you all that it's on 1st August, falls on a Saturday and please do come and show your support. To those that know me, you will have a chance to c a very extremely emberassing video of me. For this once I'm gonna fuck the emberassment for the sake of the install. Attire club or school uniform( I think). Then venue obviously our school in the fucked up hall. It's not that bad actually people. I just like to curse that all. So do come. Oh and our theme is REVOLUTION STARTS HERE. 2nd event, DANCE OFF. Theme: East meets West. It's a mother fucking big event. I'm really urging u guys to support this project. It's gonna be our 1st biggest project since becoming the new BOD. Auditions on 29th this month. Venue for audition is our fucked up school hall. Again it's not that bad. Anyone interested pls give me a call. No prank shit all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-2320926910212214187?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/2320926910212214187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=2320926910212214187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/2320926910212214187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/2320926910212214187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/07/stuff.html' title='Stuff.......'/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192335695069926143.post-6417213760544018477</id><published>2009-06-08T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:24:00.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1st things 1st. Super camp fucking rocked. Already missing it. Can't wait for nx year. The activities were just one word. Awesome. The last night especially. Was the bang! There are obviously some stuff I can't reveal. Too private. But can assure they ain't bad. The first day was Amazing Race. Was fun even though we had to go to so many places. Running like dogs. Other than that it was pure superb. Then at night, settled. Cannot reveal much but took laughing gas like mad. Then slept at 3. Next day, went for high rope and jungle trekking. Both were nice. As in adventurous. Then night time played black jack. It really doesn't sound so fun cuz I can't really reveal much. Next day all I was looking forward to was the night live. Open dance floor.Danced my ass off the whole nite. Anyway, will elaborate tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-6417213760544018477?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/6417213760544018477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=6417213760544018477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/6417213760544018477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/6417213760544018477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/06/1st-things-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9192335695069926143.post-643553273386246389</id><published>2009-06-08T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T07:04:15.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Super camp. Rocked. Annual Camp. Fucked. Will explain further in the nx blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-643553273386246389?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/643553273386246389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=643553273386246389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/643553273386246389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/643553273386246389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/06/super-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9192335695069926143.post-5870317661060279719</id><published>2009-05-17T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T05:59:09.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam</title><content type='html'>Exam's tomorrow. So fucked. Hope that I can score well for BM not like last term. And guess what? I'M GONNA BE THE MC FOR LA SALLE'S CAMPFIRE. Also in charge of performances and GAMES. Shit wei. Interact proposal's done. Hooray! But still haven't find any sponsors. Damn fucking hard. Super camp's coming up. Really looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-5870317661060279719?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/5870317661060279719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=5870317661060279719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/5870317661060279719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/5870317661060279719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/05/exam.html' title='Exam'/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9192335695069926143.post-8786175493750500944</id><published>2009-05-04T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:09:13.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T- shirts and badges for ICLSPJ project( Buy people. Help to support a bit)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/Sf8ESQ_j9MI/AAAAAAAAACc/5azqgijk2Ik/s1600-h/badge+design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/Sf8ESQ_j9MI/AAAAAAAAACc/5azqgijk2Ik/s400/badge+design.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331985195675677890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the project I'm working on, we are also selling t- shirts and badges. T- shirts are sold at RM25 and Badges at RM10 each. This column is just to advertise my project onlylah. LOL. Check em out below and above.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/Sf8EMo2rETI/AAAAAAAAACU/rY3oIiNg20Q/s1600-h/BLACK-TSHIRT-Showcase%5B2%5D+-+finishednew3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 439px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/Sf8EMo2rETI/AAAAAAAAACU/rY3oIiNg20Q/s400/BLACK-TSHIRT-Showcase%5B2%5D+-+finishednew3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331985099001631026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-8786175493750500944?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/8786175493750500944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=8786175493750500944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/8786175493750500944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/8786175493750500944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-shirts-and-badges-for-iclspj-project.html' title='T- shirts and badges for ICLSPJ project( Buy people. Help to support a bit)'/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_VYnBP8yr8qU/Sf8ESQ_j9MI/AAAAAAAAACc/5azqgijk2Ik/s72-c/badge+design.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192335695069926143.post-3994605213739272614</id><published>2009-05-03T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T08:09:51.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva la Interact (Yeah right)</title><content type='html'>SOOO HAPPY RIGHT NOW. Just did the banner just now at school. It turned out surprisingly kinda nice. Thats for my point of view alrite. Got photo somo. So can judgelah. Most of the work was done by Naga, secondly was me. It's really funny to think that, people from other groups helped out more in my project for the banner compared to other members of my group. In return, must support their project like mad. Naga, serious RESPECT. THX too. Fuad( Even though I feel a bit awkward to say this) you too. Many thx. Now we are finally even up. Except that you owe me RM9 bitch! Other than the banner off my mind, there's other shits to be done too. In order to get a post in the Interact club in my school, ya have to be doing some requirements to see whether you have potential in the very post you are running for. So I'm going for funding director which requires me to propose a cost free project and find sponsorship for our upcoming IU. It's not as easy as it sounds like(Really). Aihz to top it all up, you have to give 5 fucking reasons why you deserve this post and 5 project you will carry out if you aquire the damn post. The BOD this year didn't have to do all those shits. It's so fucking unfair. At the same time, it's also a good practice and very fair. So it's even up. Aihz. Other than that, Sports day was rather dramatic. Our situation was more to pathetic. On that day, we had to do the banner for our project( B4 we completed it today) and we got our asses screwed wherever we went and do it. So after a while we decided to check out the marching. We were cheering for scouts, BB and some houses till PBSM showed up. The minute they showed up we started shouting HOMO, GAY, FAGS AND ETC.  LOL. It was so sudden that it was so hilarious. After that we finally got permission to do the banner and so we did till the end of school. Of course I didn't spend all my time doing the banner. I went to see some events that were going on. The most pathetic event was 4X4 400 Form 4. When it was the final lap, the 1st guy almost overtook the last guy; meaning that the last guy was one lap behind. It was so bloody pathetic that at the final lap of that fool he really lived up to his name. It's rather sad. Other than that was doing the banner the whole time. It turned up kinda nice. Check it out below.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/Sf2zJZspxMI/AAAAAAAAABs/AmAFk0g315Y/s1600-h/BANNER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/Sf2zJZspxMI/AAAAAAAAABs/AmAFk0g315Y/s400/BANNER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331614507974902978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-3994605213739272614?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/3994605213739272614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=3994605213739272614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/3994605213739272614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/3994605213739272614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/05/viva-la-interact-yeah-right.html' title='Viva la Interact (Yeah right)'/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_VYnBP8yr8qU/Sf2zJZspxMI/AAAAAAAAABs/AmAFk0g315Y/s72-c/BANNER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192335695069926143.post-331465756696789322</id><published>2009-04-27T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:05:28.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First things 1st. Carnival was okay(I guess) despite the bitching weather. It's was mother fucking hot. I'm really positive that they collected quite a huge sum of money on the average of each class' fund. RM2000 each. It's hell of a lot of money. I didn't expect them to be able to collect so much of money on that day. I was really surprised  Good news was that the next day was a holiday. To think that most of us didn't do shits on that day is really like finding 50 bucks note on the floor. After carnival there is sports day which is this Thursday. Obviously, I ain't coming and the next day's labour day which means Fuad's b'day. The fella is gonna die. Can say literally. On a normal day itself already kena. His b'day's gonna be really something else. Lol. I'm looking forward to it this Wednesday( In advance). I celebrated my grandma's b'day last Saturday and to tell the truth, it was so dead boring. It was rather too chinese. Same shit over and over again repeated over the past years. Aihz. It really kinda sucked. Another suck ass thing is that my mid exam is in 3 weeks time which is really fucked up. Following SPM format somo. I'm so deadla. Not to say I haven't study or what but it's really scary. I can't imagine how some people not study for this exam. I not being nerdy/geeky by the way. It's just a normal gesture for normal people. You've got to study your ass off at some time of life sooner or later. My blog's really dead. I can't find anything much to talk bout nowadays. I'm just not the type that likes writting short messages on my blog in order just to keep it up to date. Really hope that there's something that I can write bout in the near future. It's really getting dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-331465756696789322?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/331465756696789322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=331465756696789322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/331465756696789322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/331465756696789322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-things-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9192335695069926143.post-4234151261212876445</id><published>2009-04-17T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T08:34:50.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not much to blog bout. Had to keep my blog alive somehow. Let me see. Canteen day's this Sun. Don't expect it to be such a huge success. Seriously. If it were Assunta it would be a different story though. Will write up more on Sun. Thats for sure. Today me and my friends cut class to *help out* in getting ready for this Sun. Instead we went to the prefect room and started arguing bout world and Malaysia politics. LOL. Everyone was so emo when it came to Malaysia politics. We debated non stop for one hour and 15 minutes. We nearly blew our cover cause we were making too much noise especially Fuad. Real mother fucker. There's good news for me regarding the camps in May. There's also not too good news. Good news, can go for super camp. Hooray! Bad news, annual camp still on but on 5th June. FUCK.  The annual camp permission letter is really long. It's cause they had bad experiences last year where Ken Joe fainted after knocking his head against the tree. If anything should happen this year, it ain't gonna be of a less worry. Parents are still gonna screw their asses if anything should happen to their son during the camp. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-4234151261212876445?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/4234151261212876445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=4234151261212876445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/4234151261212876445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/4234151261212876445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-much-to-blog-bout.html' title=''/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192335695069926143.post-7487645025145509167</id><published>2009-03-30T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T08:01:05.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is regarding the previous blog. As I mentioned in the previous blog, those juniors had to lay their stuff out correctly during morning inspection but they couldn't even get that to be done correctly. There was this particular guy that had to wear his underwear outside his pants kinda like superman but in a more gayish way even though we all know that superman's already gayed up so you can imaginelah. At the end of the whole thing, there were 5 people that had to wear their underwear outside their pants. Pathetic shit. After that, we had station games 3. Thsi time, I was in charge of the longest line. Kinda like a stripping game. In order to create the longest line, you have to strip down as much as possible to create a long line with your attire(Underwear included but no one in the right mind would result to doing that). So all of them stripped down to their underwear(It wasn't a pretty sight) and those Form 3's that just finished their senior course came fucking around my station and begin CHECKING OUT THOSE PEOPLE THAT WERE STRIPPING!!! I guess their minds were pretty fucked up after senior course. They were telling each other things like he's got a tattoo, his ass damn big, etc and other gay stuff. I honestly didn't enjoy all the stations I was in charge of through out the whole camp. It was disturbing and stressful watching their patheticness. Then we had the suckiest part of the camp which was cleaning up. So a lot of shit had to be done that were undone. At the end of the day, I came back home at 4.30 and slept till the next morning. Enough with the camp, there were of course other better things that were happening last week, I think. Shit besides ICC there was nothing much going down. Today was a fairly fine day. Although the sight of someone getting their ass raped in the school hall ain't such a pleasant sight at all. Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-7487645025145509167?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/7487645025145509167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=7487645025145509167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/7487645025145509167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/7487645025145509167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-blog-is-regarding-previous-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192335695069926143.post-2317028857327431312</id><published>2009-03-29T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T09:09:03.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over the past few days, I'll start from what happened last week. So last week. Had recruitment camp. Guess what? Two words for the juniors. PUSS UPS(NO OFFENSE TO THOSE JUNIORS WHO ARE READING THIS). Can you actually believe that someone could cry for just stamping your damn leg loudly? OMG lah pleaselah wei you are not in some child care centre and for heaven's sake you are not in primary school anymore so start acting more adultish(SOUNDS WRONG). Anyway, I'll start with the day before the camp. I had to go to PWTC aka UMNO building to do a demo for AZALINA aka the tourism minister. I was really looking forward for my picture to come out in the newspaper but all I heard was crap shit that wasn't even what happened on that day. somo I had to babysit Mster Ally Teoh or whatever his name was. AIHZ. After that I went to La Salle to help get things ready b4 the camp which is tomorrow. It was all fine until 2 a.m. when Fuad said that he needed to print some stuff or we will get our asses screwed. I told him that there's no nearby CC's thats open at this hour. Then he suggested that we cycle(Friends brought bike) to Maxwell Tower 1st to try our luck. So I said that I pity him cause it's really pathetic that you have to do a lot of fucking work for no reason. BTW he's the secretary. So we cycled there only to find out that there weren't any fucking CC's open. So he said to try OLD TOWN. Then I was like FUCK ITlah since we're already out here. So we cycled there to also find out that there's no damn CC open as well. Desperate, THAT MOTHER FUCKER CAME UP WITH THE MOST FUCKED UP IDEA. GOING TO SRI SENTOSA, THE MOTHER OF ALL GHETTOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was like are you fucking out of your mind?!?!?!?!? Then he told me whether I wanna get all of our asses screwed or not(I was so bloody unlucky). It was already 2.30 a.m. at that time. So I actually fucking agreed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe I was too hyper at that time. FUCK!! So anyway, we cycled our way there. It was kinda funny to see DOTA addict and some other game people fucking around that place. But I forgotten to mention that the journey was kinda freakish cause there were freaky looking people up at that hour and some other fucked up stuff.  To my surprise I found out that almost all the CC's there are 24 hours! The best thing was that it was quite packed at that hour. How lifeless can people seriously get man? We did some work for about 2 hours and send the thing to my email add cause there was no printer. After all of that was done, Fuad actually suggested to go to Sri Manja to print it out. I immidiately told him that if this place doesn't have, what more of that place? So I suggested that we use Kermin's printer later in the morning instead of this shit. So he agreed. After all of that was done the time was 5 in the morning. I was really feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet and thinking about other people nicely sleeping in their warm, cozy, soft and luxuries bed.  After that we cycled back to school. When we reached, it was already 5.30 a.m. When we went to the canteen, Kee jun called us to talk to us. He gave a lecture about our actions in a way that I really felt like the most fucking dumb shit in the planet. He didn't scold though. He told us to get some sleep b4 6.30 in the morning for it's when we have to get up. So I tried to sleep and I cuoldn't cause it was mother fucking cold and the fucking canteen bench was so fucking hard like an erected dick. So I stayed up till 6.30. Then our camp started at bout 8. The juniors had to fall in b4 the camp starts. So we warned them to give us all the things that they were not suppose to bring to this camp. The patrol I was in charge with was really a joke. Most of them brought junk food and drinks. There was one who actually brought a tin of biscuit!!!! LMAO! The best one was that there was this guy who brought a GAMEBOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That guy was trying to make this camp into a joke. So after falling in they started setting up their camp site. After that we had station games. I got the REVISION OF TENDERFOOT BADGE station which was ok. So I passed most of them who came to me to take their test easily. Then they had conventional cooking aka they had to cook themself. B4 it started, Me and Fuad went to Kermin's house to print the shit we worked on earlier. So we went and print. One thing less to worry about b4 POW WOW aka *PEACE TALK*. It's a meeting where they screw our asses if anything doesn't go right during the camp but even if we didn't have anything wrong, they''l find the smallest shit and fuck our asses. So they cooked and then it was time for Station games 2. This time I was in charge of Sketch. I can honestly say that out of the 4 patrols only one sketch was ALRIGHT. I was really pissed off at the other 3 patrols because all of them were abolutely none other than pure rubbish. I frankly told them that their sketch was worse than shit stuck up someone's ass. I didn't know how it relates but I was just so damn pissed off. All of their sketches(The other 3 patrols) were really childich and didn't have a proper story line. I told them to bloody hell make up a damn story line and they couldn't do it. So I suggested to them that they can take a fairly tale story and remake it. that one also cannot! Then there was one patrol that was stoning all the time. Not thinking bout one shit. So I dropped the PL(Patrol leader) and APL(Asisstant patrol leader) a 100 push ups additional 50 b4 that. It was mean but I really told them and even gave them a story line but they didn't do it. After that, it was Rest and Relax time for them. We had to get the backdrop ready b4 investiture that night. R and R was 3 hours. B4 that I told them to think of a new sketch and reherse b4 investiture. Then investiture came and all sketches were fucked up and their marching was fucked up. After that event we had to clean up and head for POW WOW. Everyone was telling each other including myself things like good luck, hope we survive and stuff like that. During PW we didn't get our asses screwed that much. There was only one thing but other than that no. I can say that it's really the most peaceful one we ever had. Then they brought up the issue bout 3 Form 1's went to Raju's during dinner time b4 investiture. So they were brought to be questioned. All of them denied the fact that they went and eat there. In the end no one was caught. It was kinda obvious that they went there but then again fuck it. After PW, me and Fuad went to sleep for we didn't sleep the night b4. So we went to sleep. Next morning they had morning exercises.I had to run with them 1.2 KM to make sure that they run all the way. So I ran with them. As we were running out of school, many of them stopped. I was like a mad dog telling and urging them to run. I assisted one guy that told me he wanted to shit. I was like FUCK don't shit here we are close to ending this! Oh yeah I fogotten to mention that b4 running we asked who has health probelms and out of the 60 over that came for camp, 3 quarter of them claim that they had health problem. The remaining was 27 people. I was like is this some sorta joke?!?!?!? We questioned them one by one. Each one came up with a lame excuse saying that they have stomach pain, asma, etc.... So we had to make them exercise in another form for they were sickies. When I came back from running I saw them marching. About to march to be exact. One guy cried saying that he stamped his leg too hard till his knee was injured. Yeah I know. Puss up. So I ignored him and went to others that cried and try to give them encouragement to not cry. It's really pathetic when I think about it. Crying when you're not even doing anything that physical. the others that had no health probs, had to do push ups, sit ups and duck walk. Luckily no one cried but it was still fucked up. None of them could do it properly. After the whole thing was over, I went to the canteen to lepak for a while b4 morning inspection. I saw at least bout 10 people there claiming to be sick. I just shook my head and got ready. During morning inspection, they had to lay their stuff on the ground as shown the day b4 that. So a lot of them got it wrong and for the punishment they had to wear whatever they layed out wrongly. Kinda sleepy right now. Will continue tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-2317028857327431312?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/2317028857327431312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=2317028857327431312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/2317028857327431312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/2317028857327431312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/03/over-past-few-days-ill-start-from-what.html' title=''/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9192335695069926143.post-4843261596941621408</id><published>2009-03-16T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T08:33:51.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Looking back, I really think that I was a pure ass hole. Right to it's name. I  even discriminate random people I see in malls where I go. Favorite spot? Pyramid. For some reason. Really am trying to cut this really bad habit. Anyway, last week was kinda fun; friend's b'day and ICC. Only thing bad is that I'm so screwed this week. Reason? Simple, SCOUTS. My seniors actually saw me and a few other friends walking past school towards the bus(TO ICC). They get fucking mad especially when you ditch scouts for interact/ LEO thingys. But I really don't give one or 2 shits anymore. It's really annoying to think that you've to sacrifice anything for scouts. I mean like I have a life man! You can't expect everyone to be so devoted to this shit. People gotta have their own space too. Recruitment camps this Friday so basicly me and other form 4 are so screwed. And one more thing. F's back(READ MY POST WHICH IS FULL WITH FOUL WORDS AND LONG).  Yes. It's really sad. Now he really thinks he's tough even though he's still faggish. WTV man. I really can't stand this kind of people. Yesterday, he called some boy *SOTONG* because he was *weak* to his point of view. I mean really man, FUCK YOULA. Just because you've gone for NS don't make you much of a man. It's really sad to know that he's back but there's no use complaining. Life sux but you've just gotta deal with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-4843261596941621408?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/4843261596941621408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=4843261596941621408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/4843261596941621408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/4843261596941621408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/03/looking-back-i-really-think-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9192335695069926143.post-697540783195077065</id><published>2009-03-04T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:28:58.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1st term's finally over. Add math was HARD and I mean REAL HARD. For me that is. My exam isn't really over. I have civics tomorrow but I guess that's not really counted as an exam right? I really regretted not studying hard enough for this exam.  Aihz but what is done was done. Today's exam was a SERIOUS JOKE. It started during add math when I saw a few fellows sleeping 10 minutes after the exam just started. Then there was PHYSICS. This time something really fucked up happened. During the exam when it was all quiet, GYM CLASS HEROES'S COOKIE JAR came on. LOL!!!!!!! It was so fucking random. It turned out to be Fuad's phone. That fool forgot to set it on silent. So obviously teach had to confiscate his phone cuz he was too dumb. Sometimes I really dunno whether to call him STUPID or DUMB. Then Sejarah came and it was Eddie(FYI he doesn't give a shit about anything) so people copied each and other. Some even opened books in front of him during the exam. Feel sleepy. Will blog anytime soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-697540783195077065?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/697540783195077065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=697540783195077065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/697540783195077065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/697540783195077065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/03/finally-over.html' title='Finally over.'/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9192335695069926143.post-8469383106664444414</id><published>2009-02-23T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T06:03:45.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Exam's in one weeks time. I'm kinda worried, sort of, for the exam. It's not that I haven't been doing some studying, it's just an EXAM BLUES. Besides that nothing really interesting or dramatic has happened for the past few days. I'm not saying that I want some pathetic thing to happen but at least something to actually laugh at when you're bored or whatever. I really wonder when my school's gonna start their Sports day practice. Really hope to do something more interesting than the normal boring school thingy. Today was kinda alright, school I mean. Anyways, gotta go now. have to study. Till then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-8469383106664444414?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/8469383106664444414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=8469383106664444414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/8469383106664444414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/8469383106664444414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/02/exams-in-one-weeks-time.html' title=''/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9192335695069926143.post-3429559649749892215</id><published>2009-02-17T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T07:18:22.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The drama continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Regarding yesterday's post, I shall continue where it was left off. So after the party, our master's b'day was coincidentally near to our party day. So once again we had to plan something for him. We had to call everyone up to decide what to do for him. So we had to call F. Even after all the pathetic things that happended, we still had to contact him in a short period of time. So we decided to get him a cake(MY MASTER NOT F).  My master decided to have it in New Town, State. One of the restaurants there. Not mentioning cause it's embarrassing. On the day of the event, was one of the most fucked up cursed luck that happended to me. I went there kinda early, not that early actually but reasonably early. So I picked a spot where I thought I had a good view of the TV. So I choose that particular spot. After a while, F showed up. As far as I can remember, he was wearing some gay ass t shirt that showed most of the lump of his fats. Guess what? It doesn't stop there. He had to choose where to sit right? So he went to this paricular spot without hesistation and sat. I turned to the left side and was like * WHAT THE FUCK??!??!?!?!?!?!* That fucker was sitting beside me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I kept my cool and pretended no one was there. After a while, he tried talking to me but I couldn't be bothered of WTF he was saying. After some time,( I swear to GOD that I didn't make this up) he started talking to himself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It really scared the shit out of me cause I was sitting so close to him but luckily I was facing the right side which is the opposite direction of where he was facing. Then after a while, I sorta heard him telling me that he has some *PRESENTS* for me. So I was like OKAAAAAAAAAAAAY. But in the end I went back early and he didn't really managed to give me his *PRESENT*. I thought it was gonna be a happy ending cause it was the last time I had to bear with him since. BUT I WAS WRONG. The very next day, I woke up at about 8. I ate my breakfast and went back to sleep at about 10 cause I was so darn tired. I then woke up at 12 not realising it was that late. As I was climbing down the stairs, I saw my sister holding some wierd brown shaped box.  When I asked her what was in there, a chill run down my spine. She said it was from F!!!!!!!! I was like TOO SHOCKED to react. So I asked her WTF he came. She said that he came at about 10 something when I was sleeping. I really thanked God that I slept. So she told me what the hell happended. She said that F couldn't give the *PRESENT* yesterday so he decided to *VISIT* us!! While keeping it cool, I asked her to continue the story. This is basicly how it went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When F arrived.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;F: Hi!!(In a faggish voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sis: WTF???(OK I made that up, she didn't really said anything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;F: Happy b'day to you and your bro!!!!!( In a faggish voice again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sis: Err............. thanks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;F: Wah your house so biglah!!!!!!!! Can I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sis: Sure but the maid's mopping so you only can see from the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(F Goes towards the door and sees)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;F: Eh, You got TOSHIBA??????( I was like WTF is a TOSHIBA!??!?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sis: Umm.... yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;F: Eh your area very quiet ah not like my area. You better be careful you know, after that like the BUKIT ANTARABANGSA thing then only you know.( I seriously didn't understand how that was related)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sis:(Touch wood) We've got guards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;F: But I don't trust them. (I was like WTF you don't even stay in the same area as us wanna become a grandfather suddenly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sis: They're OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;F: This is a little something for you and your bro. The t shirt if cannot fit your brother then you can give your fatherlah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sis: Err..... OKAAAAAAAAAAAY.(Holds wierd plastic bag)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;F: Gotta go now. I have a tea party to attend( OK I made that up).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sis: Ok cya then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;F: Bye!!!!!( In a high peech voice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So thats basicly how the conversation went. Anyway I went and check out what *PRESENT* he gave. He gave some cheap key chain that was spelled wrongly on it. There WERE 2 of them. WERE because I BROKE both of them in an instant the second I saw both of em. I was really furious and disgusted when I saw it so I acted a bit emotionally unstable and dramatic by breaking each of them into half with my bear hands. Moving on to the t shirt, I realised there was none. Then I asked where was it?? Then my sis told me that she gave it to the maid. Then I asked why? Before I go on with the answer to that ques, I swear to God once again that I didn't make this up. It's all based on original facts. My sis said that he actually gave me a BHP PETROL(THE FUCKING PETROL STATION) T SHIRT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! then I was like * The one that the workers wear at that fucking petrol station???!?!??!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!?* Then she said yes. OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How can someone in the right state of mind give you a fucking PETROL STATION T SHIRT??????!?!?!?!? Then my sister told me that there were 2 of em!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 2 of the same kind!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck man. Even the people working there just put on the t shirt for the sake of work policy!! OMG OMG OMG!!!! You don't go around shopping malls and see people wearing a BHP PETROL SHIRT!!!!!! Got a reputation to take care of man!!!!!!!!!!! So after that I really really extremely dislike him. I'm really trying to forget about what the hell happended during the last long term break. So I just have to write it out some where. Aihz. I don't even know how such a person can exist in this world. It's really sad. Once again all of this are TRUE. No facts edited at all. It's pathetic but it's what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-3429559649749892215?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/3429559649749892215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=3429559649749892215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/3429559649749892215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/3429559649749892215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/02/drama-continues.html' title='The drama continues'/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9192335695069926143.post-5164717586054228073</id><published>2009-02-16T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T07:40:20.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day, more shits piled up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/SZmIttDuGaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fXozO8yVCMw/s1600-h/n686420846_1247622_7667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/SZmIttDuGaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fXozO8yVCMw/s320/n686420846_1247622_7667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303420354976160162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/SZmIkPQ6b4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/g9oD3l6YuM8/s1600-h/n573801480_1609949_8444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/SZmIkPQ6b4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/g9oD3l6YuM8/s320/n573801480_1609949_8444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303420192359608194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My original hat........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/SZmHpLcEiGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wGACsAm1qSE/s1600-h/n573801480_1609833_6088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/SZmHpLcEiGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/wGACsAm1qSE/s320/n573801480_1609833_6088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303419177720383586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                         &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                                                                                                     Me and BFG( BIG FAGGISH GAY) which is F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Good news for mua cause scout camp's the week before ICC. So I'll basically get my ass screwed before so called *ENJOYING*. So anyway today was kinda boring because most of mua friends were involved in the debating tournament so yeah the day kinda sucked. To make this post more *happening*, I've decided to write about a horrible story that really wronged me during the previous term break(The one before CNY aka 2 months holiday). During the hols I encountered something really FUCKED UP and PATHETIC which I forgotten to mention in my previous post. I'm gonna use signs to indicate people's name. It all started when my taekwondo class decided to throw a year end party last year which has become a tradition to all of us. In the class there are 5 seniors, myself included. So the main people in this current pathetic event is basicly F, N, SS, TW and me. The reason why I'm using signs for the people's name's are to protect their identity from this SAD story excluding myself cause all of you all already know me. I will only mention one character which is really the main person in this whole drama . That character is F. F is basically ; FAGGISH, annoying, mentally unstabled, has a character problem. On with the story. On the day of the party we had to go to the venue earlier since we were all seniors and had to be a kuli for a while. So we did all the shit until it was time to get changed into the party theme which was *HEAD GEAR*. So F wore this really tight t shirt like he was some kind of gigolo and put on a really strong perfume. The BLOODY perfume was so strong that it literally fucked my nose up. After that, the guest arrived. They were a bunch of people that we don't like excluding F for some wierd/sick reason. After a while we had to perform for the party since we were seniors. We decided to sing. To those of you who are reading and know that my singing sucks, just shut up and read this pathetic but amusing in a way story. We sang *When you say nothing at all* by Ronan Keating. Before this we had some practice and F thought that his voice is so damn bloody good that he keeps on telling us that a lot of people praised him. To me, I DIDN'T THINK SO and it's not because I dislike him. It's a fact. You can't fight facts, can't you? So he kept on inisisting that he became the main vocalist because of his so called beautiful voice. He had some of the lines wrong like when the part when you sing *If /whenever I fall*, he kept on repeating the mistake by singing *FOREVER I fall*. LMAO.. Hahahahaha. I kept on telling him a million times that it's not correct but he kept insisting. So it's like you just keep falling and never stop like a mother fucker. LOL. So we decided to let him be the main vocalist since none of us were willing to. So we performed and even though it sucked, we still had to perform. After that. He got so inspired to sing, he went on stage for a few times singing the same song. It's like a mad house let loose or some shit. After a while he took the mic and said to N *N I've known you for quite a while now, WILL YOU BE MY MOTHERFUCKING COCK SUCKING GIRLFRIEND!?!??!?!?!?!??!?!*. Of course he didn't put it so vulgar. I just edited it cause it still annoys me. Then N answered spontaniously*Are you out of your FUCKING MIND?!?!?!?*. Of course again it wasn't so vulgar. Then he came down the stage and started FAGGING AROUND AND STARTED TO FUCKING CRY!!!!! I was like fucked to highest shit when he reacted that way. So N, SS,TW and me had to advise him or sorta something like that. Then he said and a long time advising him *Never mind N, I FORGIVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!*. Then N was like *What in fuck's name is wrong with you?!?!??!You should be the one fucking apologising!!!*(Edited again. She only said * Forgive me??!? More like I forgive you!!) Then he said *Ok, ok I'm sorry. From now on let's just all be BROTHERS AND SISTERS AND BEST FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Including me and the whole gang!!!!!!!!! I was like at the verge of bashing him up. But then I thought that it was pointless. I don't even like the guy and now he wants me to be his bestie and bro.  I said *HELL NO!!!!* After that he went back early. THANK GOD.  After that, nothing really much happended. I still have another story reagarding this. IT'S WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THIS WHOLE PARTY. I swear to GOD that all of these were not made up except for the vulgar words in the conversation part. I have to go now because I'm really tired and will continue the story tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/SZmINH6Xb7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/HcXnf7cbbf4/s1600-h/n686420846_1247619_6800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/SZmINH6Xb7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/HcXnf7cbbf4/s320/n686420846_1247619_6800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303419795249000370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-5164717586054228073?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/5164717586054228073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=5164717586054228073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/5164717586054228073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/5164717586054228073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-day-more-shits-piled-up.html' title='Another day, more shits piled up.'/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_VYnBP8yr8qU/SZmIttDuGaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fXozO8yVCMw/s72-c/n686420846_1247622_7667.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192335695069926143.post-5262753751601034348</id><published>2009-02-14T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:27:17.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last and present events</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/SZfRjVUXWnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rnlQOZP41O4/s1600-h/n573801480_1609949_8444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VYnBP8yr8qU/SZfRjVUXWnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rnlQOZP41O4/s320/n573801480_1609949_8444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302937491200236146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me and me Zodiac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's been a long time since I posted my previous blog. I finally had the time and patience to write about what's been missing out for the past few months. But 1st I must say that the year before was rather eventful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's been a long time since I posted my previous blog. I finally had the time and patience to write about what's been missing out for the past few months. But 1st I must say that the year before was rather eventful for me despite the fact that I only managed to score 6 a's and 1 b for my PMR. During the long term break, I visited some nearby places around this stinking country. It's kinda sad that I couldn't get my ass out of this country for the hols. So anyway the furthest I went to was SINGAPORE. Yeah we did all the normal shit that most people do when they visit some place like visiting some places and blah, blah, blah. We stayed there for 4 days and 3 nights. Nothing really different about that country despite the fact that it's a thousand times more developed than this country thats for sure. Other than that, I also visited Malacca for some reason. Well it wasn't half as bad that I thought it would be. We spent most of our time in Jonker street. Lots of interesting stuff and lots of white peeps too. In case anyone of you are wondering why I don't curse so much anymore, well it's because of my new years resolution. It took me some time to get used to this shit. Anyway after Malacca, we went to Pulau Pinang since we haven't been there in years. We didn't do all of these at oncelah thats for sure. I'm just trying to keep a long story short. So we did all the normal stuff AGAIN for 3 days and 2 nights. I did go out a lot with my friends during the holidays. To tell the truth I cut down on my cursing because I sorta made a kinda lame vow(Depends on whatever you people wanna say or think) that I will cut down on cursing IF I GET TO GO BACK TO LA SALLE PJ. Yeah it's a big thing to sacrifice especially when you're in La Salle. I'll just skip my whole story to Chinese New Year. Chinese New Year this year sucked like mad except that I got alot of CASH from people. We(MY fam and I) had to stay in some village which people there are kinda backdated about some stuff. It was seriously dreadfull. I would go to the room we cribed in everytime I had a chance to cause I don't speak chinese. It's really emberassing but it's really the truth. The people there, as in my uncle, cousins, etc.... and all, only know how to speak chinese fluently. Oh yeah, all of them are REAL LALAS. So I don't blend in so well with them. Aihz. After CNY, the next thing that was eventful was a visit to ISKL. It's almost the same as last year, HOT CHICKS, expensive food, etc. And La Salle had only made to the finals for duet acting. It's kinda sad but at least we got into the finals. ICC is on the 12th March if I'm not mistaken and there's a high possibility that I can't go because of the scout recruitment camp. I really hope that they will set it to another date. Got school tomorrow and will see what happens next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;for me despite the fact that I only managed to score 6 a's and 1 b for my PMR. During the long term break, I visited some nearby places around this stinking country. It's kinda sad that I couldn't get my ass out of this country for the hols. So anyway the furthest I went to was SINGAPORE. Yeah we did all the normal shit that most people do when they visit some place like visiting some places and blah, blah, blah. We stayed there for 4 days and 3 nights. Nothing really different about that country despite the fact that it's a thousand times more developed than this country thats for sure. Other than that, I also visited Malacca for some reason. Well it wasn't half as bad that I thought it would be. We spent most of our time in Jonker street. Lots of interesting stuff and lots of white peeps too. In case anyone of you are wondering why I don't curse so much anymore, well it's because of my new years resolution. It took me some time to get used to this shit. Anyway after Malacca, we went to Pulau Pinang since we haven't been there in years. We didn't do all of these at oncelah thats for sure. I'm just trying to keep a long story short. So we did all the normal stuff AGAIN for 3 days and 2 nights. I did go out a lot with my friends during the holidays. To tell the truth I cut down on my cursing because I sorta made a kinda lame vow(Depends on whatever you people wanna say or think) that I will cut down on cursing IF I GET TO GO BACK TO LA SALLE PJ. Yeah it's a big thing to sacrifice especially when you're in La Salle. I'll just skip my whole story to Chinese New Year. Chinese New Year this year sucked like mad except that I got alot of CASH from people. We(MY fam and I) had to stay in some village which people there are kinda backdated about some stuff. It was seriously dreadfull. I would go to the room we cribed in everytime I had a chance to cause I don't speak chinese. It's really emberassing but it's really the truth. The people there, as in my uncle, cousins, etc.... and all, only know how to speak chinese fluently. Oh yeah, all of them are REAL LALAS. So I don't blend in so well with them. Aihz. After CNY, the next thing that was eventful was a visit to ISKL. It's almost the same as last year, HOT CHICKS, expensive food, etc. And La Salle had only made to the finals for duet acting. It's kinda sad but at least we got into the finals. ICC is on the 12th March if I'm not mistaken and there's a high possibility that I  can't go because of the scout recruitment camp. In these kind of situation I'd really love to curse. Damn it! Trying not to say the F word. But then again WTF. FUCK WEI! I really hope that they will set it to another date.  Got sc&lt;/span&gt;hool tomorrow and will see what happens next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-5262753751601034348?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/5262753751601034348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=5262753751601034348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/5262753751601034348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/5262753751601034348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-and-present-events.html' title='Last and present events'/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_VYnBP8yr8qU/SZfRjVUXWnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rnlQOZP41O4/s72-c/n573801480_1609949_8444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192335695069926143.post-2386441289687128219</id><published>2008-09-03T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:17:48.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;People say that I use too much of bad word in my blog. Lol. Ok ok I'll try to be PROFESSIONAL abitla. Give chance. So PMR. Signs of expressing. !@#$%^. Trying to be professional mah. Man it sux to be professional. So anyway 40 days left from this day till the *thing* starts.  People reading this blog muz think that I'm a real freak talking about it all the time. I can't help it.  Sorry if I put u off. LOL.I went to this taekwondo seminar a few days ago. The instructers that came down were like really freaking(Not cursing) good. Two of them were 5th and 6th dan and the big time guy was this 8th dan fella which is like GOOD. So it was 2 boring days even though they were good doesn't mean that the seminar was interesting. So blah blah blah did the same thing as the last seminar. Then nx day went to OU. It was fine. Average day. After this cannot go anywhere anymore until IT is over. Don't wanna say that word.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-2386441289687128219?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/2386441289687128219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=2386441289687128219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/2386441289687128219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/2386441289687128219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2008/09/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9192335695069926143.post-4119390194942314030</id><published>2008-08-06T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:32:31.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;After a long time since my writting the laz blog, I've noticed that I've became more lifeless by the time I post each blog. Lifeless as in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt; PMR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; fever kinda way. I ain't free for the weekdays for this whole 2 months cuz I have TUITION. OMG! FUCKLA. I rili hate PMR. Somo got trial nx week beta hang myself also betala. Aihz. Nothing much happened lately. Got screwed a few days ago, attended boring ceramah which made my ass hurt hurt until i could feel my bone(FUCK THE BITCHLA) and nth else. So the nx time I might be blogging is when trials are over. Have to get FUCKED 1st b4 SUCCESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-4119390194942314030?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/4119390194942314030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=4119390194942314030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/4119390194942314030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/4119390194942314030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='.............'/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9192335695069926143.post-4680236998392423393</id><published>2008-07-27T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:26:50.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok ok day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well to all readers, I've got some news. Today ain't such a sux day. Watched Dark Knight and I was more interested in The Joker than Batman. Fuck itla Batman dam fucking boringla. Good alsola people think of him as a villian at the end of the movie. HAHAHAHAHA. Juz kiddingla. I dun actually give 2 shits bout batman. B4 the movie started, me and Rajpal was standing in the long line and when it came to our turn, they had 4 seats left. FUCKING LUCKY we were.  It's all Fuad fault. The fella so smart come to Ken Joe house oni what time. To not waste time and space, I'll skip all the boring parts and tell about the so called *interesting* part for today. OH YA! B4 I forget, after buying the tics, we went to walk around Midvalley for a while. Then when we were heading near the cosmic bowl,  suddenly there were these things which I dunno WTF u call them coming down to block our way juz becuz there was an alarm. We were stuck for fucks.  Lucky thing we found a fucking way out.  Maybe it was karma, FOR A WHILE. I do believe in KARMALA.  But it's impossible to be karma. ANYWAY WTF AM I TALKIN BOUT ALL THIS SHITLA??!??!?! Fuck. OKOK Time out. Fucking random. Anyway till then ciaoz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-4680236998392423393?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/4680236998392423393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=4680236998392423393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/4680236998392423393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/4680236998392423393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2008/07/ok-ok-day.html' title='Ok ok day'/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9192335695069926143.post-6594131587099251343</id><published>2008-07-26T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T08:21:48.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another boring Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm writting another boring blog again. Shitlah I beta pray for some happening days so that more people will read my blogla. So anyway this was what just happened today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1)Got up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2)Had breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3)Studied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4)Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5)Went for tuition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6)Went for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; FUCK WEI DAMN BLOODY LIFELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! At least tomorrow ain't gonna sux so bad. Hahahaha gonna watch the DARK PUSSY. LOL JK Dark knight.  Hopefully tomorrow will be a happening dayla. PLSLA I prayla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9192335695069926143-6594131587099251343?l=cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/feeds/6594131587099251343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9192335695069926143&amp;postID=6594131587099251343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/6594131587099251343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9192335695069926143/posts/default/6594131587099251343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cheesyrobin93.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-boring-saturday.html' title='Another boring Saturday'/><author><name>r@b!n93</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10195660899251928555</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-9192335695069926143.post-2789569030328844640</id><published>2008-07-25T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T04:25:43.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried for nuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Even though this my first time blogging but I've already had a myspace b4 this so I 'll save the shit and get on with the story.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; We had a freaking science domestic test today so I was studying like mad the day b4 trying to memorised every chapter. When I finally did turns out that the fucking test was only the 1st chapter of form 3.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; I swore that I was gonna curse when I finally got the freaking paper.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;All the hardwork for nothing, but at least now I remember beta WTF I was learning these few years. Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The best part is after the exam we had KH for our last period and our teacher aka the bitch ended her lesson only at 12.15, so we obviously had to rush for the nx class and u can guess WTF happened to us( My class).&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Even though that today wasn't a very *exciting* day, I had to blog it cuz I juz started my account so fuck it.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Right after all of that happened, I went for lunch, came home, Slept, FART and here I am rite now. I juz dunno WTF do I feel so lifeless nowadays. After I'm done with my PMR, ALL gonna b&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SABADI. Will go out like mad, get fucked up and enjoy life to the max. Fuad's planning to go watch the dark knight this Sun. I rili wanna go, but I have tuition. Hopefully my parents would be nice enough to let me skip juz one day becuz I bet that this is gonna b one of our last outings b4 PMR. 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