<?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-8495210</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:58:19.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deviouS</title><subtitle type='html'>vindicated i am selfish, i am wrong, i am right i swear i'm right</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-110951758916552996</id><published>2005-02-27T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:52:45.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally the time has arrived where everything is looked at a different perspective. Met up with a couple of mates at lido orchard. Was planning to go to Chinablack but once we came out of lido the line was packed and decided not to be fooled into waiting. Decided to go to rouge at cuppage. Went there opened 2 bottles and a couple of beers and got a reserved spot right infront of the dance floor, VIP standard. More friends came a total of 12 people. Danced to house and were acting like fools on the dance floor as usual. Left the club at around 3 and decided to go makan. Went down to Newton Circus and had Sambal seafood. Later decided to retire at a friends house to play billard and smoke cigars. Got home at about 7pm and that was how i celebrated my 18th B'day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Judgement Day, the time has arrived whether we make or break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-110951758916552996?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/110951758916552996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=110951758916552996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110951758916552996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110951758916552996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally-time-has-arrived-where.html' title=''/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-110915508837414592</id><published>2005-02-23T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T18:38:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>legalized</title><content type='html'>this sat or rather on sunday morning is my day, so going down to china black for the event. come down get drunk and wake up at hotel 81...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-110915508837414592?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-110875982896380641</id><published>2005-02-19T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T04:50:28.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a valentine with double shots.....</title><content type='html'>spent valentine's eve with azhar, sean and billy...what to do? not saying it wasn't fun just awkward. spent the early part of the night chiiling out at cineleisure doing nothing but smoke and watch in disgust at couples wallking by. after that, persuaded by azhar from one of his theories. he said that single chicks would be lingering @ night spots trying to pick-up a guy the night before valentines, so as to not spend the actually day alone. trust me to trust his intuition. went down to the most indecent place to find girls, china jump. the place was empty as our glasses after 5 mins of looking at the place......after a drink and another and another and another the rest is too inappropriate to say....just guess what happened next...that was how i spent v day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-110875982896380641?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/110875982896380641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=110875982896380641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110875982896380641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110875982896380641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentine-with-double-shots.html' title='a valentine with double shots.....'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-110808690517784689</id><published>2005-02-11T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T10:22:19.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a chinaman in singapore</title><content type='html'>a few days ago i went to china jump at chijmes, 25 to get in but not a hassle for me. went there twice, the first time was fun, the second time i was assaulted...lol, the place is illuminated with red lighting and loose women. much older of course, around about 25-35. well they say women are like fine wine, they get better with age. well whoever said that must have been an absolute fool, i maybe wrong but diffenitely not in the chinajump environment. first time i went there i lost a pair of gucci sunglasses, it was painful oh well. besides loose women, others such as preying desperate "ang mohs", foreign workers and sia girls(woohoo). the second time i went there i was assaulted by a women, much older of course. it all started after the free-flow whereby at 11-12 its free drinks for all guys, after a couple of rounds i waltz my ass down to the dance floor. a woman walked passed an pinched my ass, nothing to be proud of but...lolx the same woman on her return to the dance floor brushed her "chest" towards my shoulder and just glared at me. i felt apologetic but there wasnt anyone to blame (but i've got nothing to complain about...lolx). felt like whispering to her ear " eh auntie you make a guess how old am i?" anyways, brushed the incident of like ash on my shoulders. so to anyone who reads this who wants to feel assaulted by women bondage style get on down to china jump. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all : &lt;strong&gt;gong xi fa cai, ne ne kuo lai, ang bao bo lai, chio bu ai mai????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-110808690517784689?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/110808690517784689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=110808690517784689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110808690517784689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110808690517784689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2005/02/chinaman-in-singapore.html' title='a chinaman in singapore'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-110502033644160185</id><published>2005-01-06T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T22:05:36.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>call me office admin executive</title><content type='html'>Just got a job from my aunt. currently working at SpringLeaf Tower near Tanjong Pagar Mrt station. It's an architectural/interior design company. The pay is hell good, at &lt;strong&gt;$10&lt;/strong&gt;/hr you can do what you want with me. Lol, almost like a gigolo. Its my fourth day there and i feel relaxed and at ease, which could only mean that i'm enjoying myself. The chores that i do are relatively easy and at a slow pace, i basically help the designers cut, paste, aquire, find, slice and saw materials needed for their projects. But there is hardly any work to be done, i find myself spending most of the time making stuff out of foam, chatting on msn, or surfing the web and i still get paid?. Lol, most teenagers would die for this job. Most of the time i just wonder how much money i would make if i sold the architectural designs to terrorists, hohoho. My colleagues whom i personally work with made up a positions for us, seeing that we make a fair-amount of money we decided to give a proper meaningful postion. "&lt;strong&gt;Office Admin Executives&lt;/strong&gt;". Most of the work done by the designers are dependant on us, we get free food from suppliers who wish to give samples and we have all the time in the world to complete the work entitled to us. What's more is that we have the biggest office cubicle in the whole office. Yes for those eagerly reading on who want to find out how much we make its &lt;strong&gt;1.6k&lt;/strong&gt; minimum, for doing nothing and being a teenager it's heaven. The people there are relatively nice, the only downside is that i'm homophobic. Lol, joking, being a interior design company there is bound to be fashionably-inclined people working there. Too busy to write more, i shall continue when i have more time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-110502033644160185?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/110502033644160185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=110502033644160185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110502033644160185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110502033644160185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2005/01/call-me-office-admin-executive.html' title='call me office admin executive'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-110396231264038249</id><published>2004-12-25T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T16:11:52.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas is for fags...</title><content type='html'>From my point of view i believe that people forget the true meaning of Christmas. Christmas sparks shopping sprees and is all about a time for giving. But most importantly its the birth of Christ. All this mambo jumbo of how Santa Claus came about and christmas being a time for giving is absolutely hundred percent monkey's piss. It is just some scheme made up to get people to spend more money and corporations gaining billions in the season. Tis the season to be jolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways enough of my mambo jumbo, met a couple of friends from overseas who came over to visit my brother and me for the festive season. Chilled out with them at their hotel on orchard road. People were crazy spraying confetti without shame nor prejudice. Took a cab to go meet them at Mandarin Hotel, but the traffic was hideous so i decided that it would make more sense walking than travelling in a cab at 1.5km/h whilst the meter was running. Walked from FarEast Plaza all the way, gave an evil serious look to any passerby who was thinking about spraying my armani shirt. With success after walking on the main road all the way to mandarin i manage not to get sprayed by a single person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i met up with friends from overseas, who havent seen this type of hooliganism in malaysia nor australia so they decided to join in. Not being a party pooper, i decided not to join in spraying confetti at people not because i'm not a fun character its just that i respect people too much. I dont enjoy being sprayed so i dont spray others simple as that. In my mind i knew there was bound to be trouble, true enough a group of 6 guys were spraying at my friend's gf so they canned them. What i mean by canned is not getting whipped in the ass, its using the can of confetti and pounding it on someones head. I forgot to mention that the older brother of my friend is the asian triad boss in perth Australia. So in the end, fun turned into fury. Chilled out at the hotel room to cool off, then went to drink beer at NUDE along wisma atria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-110396231264038249?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/110396231264038249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=110396231264038249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110396231264038249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110396231264038249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-is-for-fags.html' title='christmas is for fags...'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-110335816922180740</id><published>2004-12-18T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T16:22:49.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do dogs study?....</title><content type='html'>Today, woke up to the sound of a dog begging.... i came out my room scratching my ass looking blur and thirsty, crept to the kitchen got me a glass of water and took my vitamins. My sister came budging in the front door saying that they found a stray dog. woop dee doo!...big deal. Went back to bed, couldnt get anymore sleep i guess 11 hours is enough. So looked out the window and there i saw my brother within the Zheng Hua Secondary School compound holding on to a dog, my hero, my ass. Anyways i walked over to investigate with a ciggie in my mouth. I said to him " you better get out of there before the police come" he replied" i've been chasing this dog to and fro around the school" well done now you've had your morning excercise get out of there. Let me try to give you a picture of the incident, it was raining the skys were grey and light seemed to be diming there i saw my brother all drenched due to the rain covering the dog with a towel, while i was there just smoking. Anyways he got the dog through the school front gate and he climbed over. My sister called the SPCA. I advised my brother and sister to just let it be, but no, nobody wants to listen to me, I later explained what the SPCA did to stray dogs, I said your not helping the dog. If the SPCA gets a hold of the dog they are going to put it to sleep. That was why i didnt want to help the dog, cause i'll just be helping it be put to its death. I rather have the dog live then have its life taken away by a lethal injection. i'm just realistic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-110335816922180740?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/110335816922180740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=110335816922180740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110335816922180740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110335816922180740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2004/12/do-dogs-study.html' title='do dogs study?....'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-110335678850615641</id><published>2004-12-14T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T15:59:48.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm totally addicted to gym...</title><content type='html'>Haven't been updating because didnt think that people actually read my blog, seeing that its so shitty shitty bang bang. Since the holidays have started i've been trying to get a job but my complacency and laziness hasnt helped. Still optimistic though. So instead of bumming around at home being a couch potato i've been working out in the gym almost everyday. Guess i'm addicted to the smell of sweat and the movement of metal. Been taking a few supplements in order to get the best out of my workouts, and no its not cheating its improvising. An incident that happened where i believe i annoyed 3 girls was when they thought i was admiring them in the gym, they were about 13 yrs old (not my cup of teh), so they were staring back and smiling. But actually i was looking at the machine because i wanted to use it, and they were hogging the machine, not to be impatient i waited and kept staring because that last machine would complete my work-out. What annoyed them was when i could not wait any longer and walked up and said to them "Excuse me, are you using the machine" once the words came out my mouth it seemed to drain their facial expressions into a frown. So they left with an unhappy face. i'm not impatient, i'm not rude, i'm just addicted to gym. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-110335678850615641?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/110335678850615641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=110335678850615641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110335678850615641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110335678850615641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-totally-addicted-to-gym.html' title='i&apos;m totally addicted to gym...'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-110027655010426861</id><published>2004-11-13T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T00:22:30.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zkl</title><content type='html'>"so the ssb wont let me be or let me be me so let me see, they try to shut me down on lkz but it feels so empty without me" just felt like saying that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-110027655010426861?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/110027655010426861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=110027655010426861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110027655010426861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/110027655010426861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2004/11/zkl.html' title='zkl'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-109976200412168362</id><published>2004-11-07T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T01:26:44.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>once again, the crazy that linger....</title><content type='html'>Now its on to, maths paper two and chemistry. The other day a friend and i were at greenridge shopping centre, a small heartland mall in the vicinity of bukit panjang. We were going up the escalator, on our way back home when we were stopped by a man. To our surprise it was the same crazy fella that i mentioned before. He consulted us and told us that his boss needed some chinese actors, afraid like hell so i clearly denied that i was chinese and instead said that my malay friend was chinese to get away from the line of fire. He asked for my number but i decline to give it to him but later agreed, when he went to get a pen from the stationary shop we quickly made our escape to avoid any confrontations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to study at lot 1 today at junction 8 foodcourt. Who would expect students studying at foodcourts are able to obtain information on top of the 'chomping noises' and 'slurping sounds' that people make whilst eating. Tried my luck on chem but to no disposition. Went home with a friend to help him advance with the chase of a girl, did quite well and gained some territory. After that we went out to drink some teh with a couple of friends and then sat at a resident's lounge to talk some cock (pardon me). Had some time to learn a sentimental malay love song about 'the pain a guy goes through when he doesnt know why he has to break up with a girl' from a friend that created it. I discovered the song has standard when i sang the song and my maid asked me which cd is that song from. Lol, anyways peace out...going to sleep to dream weird fantasies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-109976200412168362?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/109976200412168362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=109976200412168362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109976200412168362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109976200412168362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2004/11/once-again-crazy-that-linger.html' title='once again, the crazy that linger....'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-109945811693072973</id><published>2004-11-03T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:01:56.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the eye-opener of the week</title><content type='html'>The english paper today was okay, paper one was unexpectedly tough. It was quite odd that there were so many private candidates taking the paper at our school. Half the hall were private candidates. The real eye-opener today was that i saw at least 5 private candidates that were at least 30yrs old and 3 candidates that were above 40, almost all of them were male. I truly admire their courage to come back to school to take their 'O' level exams after 15-25 yrs being away from school. And it really takes guts to do so, sitting amongst students half or one-third their age. Not only that, to come back to school after 15-25 years shows commitment in what they set out to do. It takes true determination and responsibility because i could tell that some of them were fathers. Another shocking incident was that i saw a 30yr old candidate carrying a spiderman bag with an actual stuff spidey behind, should i be terrified or amused. The candidates wore all sorts of clothing ranging from slippers to thongs and all. How i know this, i wont tell you. Going to sleep now only to wake up later to study maths....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-109945811693072973?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/109945811693072973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=109945811693072973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109945811693072973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109945811693072973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2004/11/eye-opener-of-week.html' title='the eye-opener of the week'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-109837381654260718</id><published>2004-10-21T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T23:50:16.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the evil laughter of sickness....</title><content type='html'>Fever, fever and nothing but fever. Being sick, 1 week before 'O' levels is such a treat. When its hot i feel cold and when its cold i feel cold. Lol, Bet on soccer a few days ago, who would expect under-achieving Real Madrid would win against Dynamo Kyiv. The odds were high, was $6.00 then it dropped to $4.95, its a sign that many people are betting on Dynamo. The melon- sized head Michael Owen finally scored his first and winning goal to apprehend a 1-0 win. Yesterday got pulled over by the police again for my stupidity, i was cycling in the middle of the road, then a police car came patrolling by and i dodged to avoid an accident. The cop car did a quick u-turn to catch-up with us. Had a pack of Gold Coast Menthols but fortuantely they didnt proceed to check us. The higher ranking cop asked us when was the exams and the holidays, guess that's his way of finding out info about his kids exams. Guess he doesnt have a close relationship with his kids and the only way to find out is to question us. This is typical for singaporean parents, not having a close relationship with their children. So darn, sick. Feel dizzy, hot and cold all at the same time, my conclusion is that it is due to the pack of London Menthols i bought from the shop near my place a few days ago. It said London is made from premium tobacco and is highly regarded or something like that, my ass. It tasted stale and i guess its been sitting there for a better part of its expiry date. Not that cigarettes have expiry dates, i dont think. Due to unforseen circumstances i have to stop here. Pray that i may die a quick death to ease my suffering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-109837381654260718?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/109837381654260718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=109837381654260718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109837381654260718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109837381654260718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2004/10/evil-laughter-of-sickness.html' title='the evil laughter of sickness....'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-109751003360485450</id><published>2004-10-11T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T23:53:53.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the crazy that flourish in singapore....</title><content type='html'>I'll be going to CMPB (Central ManPower Base), all because i forgot to defer online. Being such a mommy's boy i dont think i can cope attempting in grown-up affairs such as filling out forms. Lol, my friend said it takes about 4 hours to process everything and they require me to be there at the reporting time of 8:30am.  I also heard that they require you to strip into your underwear, so i was contemplating with myself whether i should wear boxers of briefs. For all the girls who dont know what happens in the room, they ask you to cough and then touch your toes while your completely naked.  Lol, Studies have been alright, asked my authority figures in life (mum and dad)  about what they thought if i couldnt get into poly. Both of them were rather supportive and generous in their advice, very unlike them. I believe that we each carry the seeds of our own salvation and damnation. I hope that all my studying wont wash over like water on stone during my exams. The other day i met this pervert uncle, it all started  when a friend and i were drinking teh (hot tea) at the 24hr Coffee Shop.  We were drinking there as per normal like we have been so many times until we saw this 30-40yr old looking uncle wearing a cap, short shorts, a singlet, and thick glasses (thick enough to start a forest fire). Anyways, he came over and sat a couple of seats next to us and kept staring at us. Apparently he was staring at me so says my friend. After 5 minutes he then stood up and was walking towards the toilet, we kept our eyes glued to him to watch his every move just in case. Just before he went into the toilet he turned his head around stared at me and then smiled just before he entered. I was scared shitless (pardon the language). Nothing scares me more than crazy people, not ghosts nor getting beaten-up. When he came out i told my friend to get ready just in case he tried anything funny.  We planned to give him a beating. He then came out and sat a few seats closer to us, and at that time i my adrenaline was pumping. But out of the blue he started to talk to us and asked us if we wanted to join acting for mediacorp. He said the pay is $40 per session and $100+ if it is in Malaysia. First thing that came to my mind was that he was some porn director and needed a few stars. But then he started saying crap about how he joined singapore idol and knew all the finalist. Big deal, who gives a cheeseburger? I certainly dont care, either way the finalist of singapore idol are dodgy. He also said that he was the finalist for a Gorgeous people competition in  Zouk. I'll give you a better picture of how the guy looks, he has a pot-hole face, pimples, crooked teeth, a pig's snout and is grossly over-weight and he says he was a finalist, yes i believe. Lol,  so it means all the people that go to Zouk are of that nature or lesser of his kind seeing that he won, which is sometimes true lol . This guy must really be crazy, so he couldnt be that interlectually inclined to be a porn director i thought to myself. He also said that he tried to call and msg one of the finalist of singapore idol to ask her out but to no avail. Ya, i wonder why?...We then left the seen to avoid becoming stupider (Oh shit i think it might be too late) by him. My friend later came up with a stupid idea to rob him but i'm not into that anymore after the HMV incident, isnt that so ROY. Lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-109751003360485450?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/109751003360485450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=109751003360485450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109751003360485450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109751003360485450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2004/10/crazy-that-flourish-in-singapore.html' title='the crazy that flourish in singapore....'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-109704604141548200</id><published>2004-10-06T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T15:15:37.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the random thoughts that fickle in my mind....</title><content type='html'>As before, the days are boring and the nights are spent drinking &lt;strong&gt;teh&lt;/strong&gt; (hot tea). Everything nowadays seem to &lt;strong&gt;stimulate&lt;/strong&gt; my mind, how a person walks can generate laughter in me. Maybe i've been taking too much medication. It may sound pathetic but this is how my life is, &lt;strong&gt;meaningless&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;stationary&lt;/strong&gt;. Been trying to quit smoking after many unsuccessful attempts, and guess what? No change. I cannot resist the sweet &lt;strong&gt;aroma&lt;/strong&gt; of tobacco when a cigarette has just been lit, it may sound sick to non-smokers but to all smokers out there, they know what i'm talking about. Yes, smoking is bad and harmful, but to some people, smoking is like &lt;strong&gt;therapy&lt;/strong&gt;. It not only calms the mind but makes you &lt;strong&gt;reflect&lt;/strong&gt;. To me a pack of cigarettes are like friends that never let you down. They are always there for you when you need to relax or &lt;strong&gt;vent&lt;/strong&gt; out anger, always there to &lt;strong&gt;comfort&lt;/strong&gt; you when you feel stressed out and always there for you when you need company. It may sound &lt;strong&gt;silly&lt;/strong&gt; but i believe this is why most smokers find it hard to quit and plus the addictive drugs put in it. Lol. Are blogs good or bad? Or is it an intrument that allows us the opportunity to get back at someone without getting caught? I found out that 2 people i know (and would most likely be reading this) got into a confrontation whereby one party is accusing the other of saying mean and nasty things about the other person's family or &lt;strong&gt;slanderous&lt;/strong&gt; comments which maybe &lt;strong&gt;true/false&lt;/strong&gt;. Or maybe the victim accused the wrong person. I dont know who to believe or what to believe. I guess its better if i didnt get involved. I just hope that both parties settle the issue in a mature and good-fashioned way. And if it happens in my tag-board or blog, &lt;strong&gt;Shit&lt;/strong&gt; is going to hit the fan...excuse the foul language...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more jokes for all you lousy people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call a smart blonde?A: A golden retriever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do Jack the Ripper and Winnie the Pooh have in common?A: The same middle name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's the worst thing about being a paedophile? A: Having to go to bed at seven o'clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do deaf people have phone sex? A: By fax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why is divorce so expensive?A: Because it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do pedophiles like about halloween? A: Free delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you make a horse drink? A: Put it in a blender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call a 300 pound woman? A: Fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why can't Jesus eat M&amp;amp;Ms? A: They keep falling through the holes in his hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanna say that i &lt;strong&gt;dont&lt;/strong&gt; have a sick mind, i just get these jokes &lt;strong&gt;from&lt;/strong&gt; a sick place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-109704604141548200?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/109704604141548200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=109704604141548200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109704604141548200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109704604141548200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2004/10/random-thoughts-that-fickle-in-my-mind.html' title='the random thoughts that fickle in my mind....'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-109688357427673375</id><published>2004-10-04T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T17:52:54.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the grass is not always greener on the other side...</title><content type='html'>Been sick for the past few days, went to see the doc and he said i had either intermitten asthma attacks or weezing bronchitis. Whenever i breath, it seems as if i am blowing on a whistle so its bound to be the weezing bronchitis. He gave me alot of medicine including one that makes my hand tremor, it says on the label "Fine hand tremors and palpitation may occur but are harmless. Call doctor if intolerable". My friends are amused by my "Ah Peh" hands because whatever i grab or hold, my hand is always shaking. Been doing jack all, having my mock exams now, after my pre-lims. Does that make any sense? Cause i sure dont understand...What to do? coming from teck whye the unexpected is normal. Had a couple of ups and downs this week, some of my friends might be going to RTC for theft related crimes, its so silly but i still do pity them. Breaking into 5 cars at a carpark is a serious offence but they did it with a key so what does that prove? Lol, anyways another friend is going to court for cheating but to be more specific, Hacking. Who would expect a 16yr old boy embellishing himself with a couple of thousand dollars via the internet in Singapore. For all those who have benefitted by getting cheap golden village movie tickets, you know who you are, be grateful cause my friend might be going in. The ups have been misleading, if it is true, i'm happy and if it is not, it wouldnt be the first time. The other day contacted Nelson aka "the Barbarian", he might be coming down to singapore if his father lets him. If he does, there is going to be havoc (as in a good outrageous way), if he doesnt, it'll be like teh (hot tea) without condensed milk, plain and bitter.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-109688357427673375?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/109688357427673375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=109688357427673375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109688357427673375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109688357427673375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2004/10/grass-is-not-always-greener-on-other.html' title='the grass is not always greener on the other side...'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-109665316197857806</id><published>2004-10-02T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T01:52:41.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the idle mind is the devil's playground...</title><content type='html'>...............................................jokes for all you lousy people.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What's got four wheels, smokes and squeals? A: A bus load of babies on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact?A: Breasts don't have eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you spoil a baby? A: Leave it out in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How do you start a mexican parade? A: Roll a quarter down a street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What do you call 5 lepers in a hot-tub? A: Stew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why can't Christ walk on water? A: Holes in his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Why did God invent lesbianism? A: So feminists couldn't breed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Guy walks into a bar and sits down for a drink and sees Hitler sitting at a table in the corner.So the guy asks the bartender if thats Hitler and the bartender says yep. Bartender also says that he'll tell you anything you want if you buy him a drink. So the guy gets another drink and sits down with Hitler and hands him the drink. The guy: "So exactly how many people did you kill?" Hitler: "About 600,000 jews and 7 circus clowns" The guy, suprised replied "7 circus clowns!?" Hitler: "See! Nobody cares about the jews!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: I have some good news for you, and some bad news for you.&lt;br /&gt;Patient: Whats the bad news?&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: You're H.I.V positive.&lt;br /&gt;Patient: What's the good news?&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: You also have altzheimers, and by tomorrow you would have forgotten about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) In a hospital serving victims of land mines, a little girl wakes up from surgery...Little Girl: Doctor, something is wrong... I can't feel my legs! Doctor: Yes, we've had to amputate both your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) The judge asks the man why he shot his wife. The man says she was sleeping with my best friend. The judge says what did you do to your best friend. The man says I swatted him with a newspaper and said 'bad dog'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe more next time........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-109665316197857806?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/109665316197857806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=109665316197857806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109665316197857806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109665316197857806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2004/10/idle-mind-is-devils-playground.html' title='the idle mind is the devil&apos;s playground...'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-109655857593321197</id><published>2004-09-30T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T23:36:15.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the depths of the law, the highs of underage thinking</title><content type='html'>Today got caught by the police at block 3, in between choa chu kang sec school and teck whye sec school. They came out from the blue and with a blink of an eye, the ciggies and rolli papers were thrown away into a drain, a beggar's treasure waiting to be found. Lol, anyways the chances of me getting caught again were 10/10, it would have been the 4th time being caught by the police for underage smoking and a fine of $300. Anyways i the officers were rough in their search for cigarettes but using our brains we said we didnt smoke menthol only reds, luckily for us, being that there were a thousand buds on the ground; all of them were menthol and we audaciously denied. The police officer said he had a special method of detecting if a person has smoked, WOW! he smelled our fingers, such an inventive kampong police officer. He then shoved the hand of my friend into my friends face in a rough manner, which to my digust; i felt a sudden surge of adrenaline in my blood. I thought to myself, "i can take this little officer out with one blow" but seeing i have changed, i gave a stupid glazing stare at him. It was my turn and i believe he could feel the force against his arm as he tried to shove my hand into my face and so he retracted his arm against my hand having not succeeded in his attempt to show his authority. After that ordeal he decided to take us back to school, but i still had a lighter in my pocket so i decided to pretend to tie my shoe lace and slip in the lighter in my shoe sole, the funny thing is that my shoes has no laces, its a slip on shoe. So anyways i had an uncomforatble 500m walk to school. There we met to Principal and OM (Operations Manager). The police were giving a lecture and to our expectations the principal said "Haiya just press charges against them" to our defense i debated with the Officer with some bogus remark that he was rough while using his inventive method of detecting if a person had smoked. He declined but i pursued further and said that there were witnesses. And to my understanding he was illiterate in english and decided to back down and left the room then school, not pressing charges. And there goes the one of the countless time where i have escaped the fun whipping of the cane. Life may seem down, but in moments like this, you look back; laugh and you feel high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-109655857593321197?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/109655857593321197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=109655857593321197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109655857593321197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109655857593321197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2004/09/depths-of-law-highs-of-underage.html' title='the depths of the law, the highs of underage thinking'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8495210.post-109630186052201000</id><published>2004-09-28T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T00:35:55.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First but not last..</title><content type='html'>Just got this faggot thing working because i'm such a loser, and plus i love to follow others because i cant think for myself. Since this is my first post i would like to say to all people reading this, which wont be many that i admire that you all take time from your good-for-nothing lives to read this crap. Life has been so stressed up and so demanding that i and many others like me cant have any freedom or freedom of mind. More than so, its due to my studies and plus i dont want to be constantly reminded by having an unclear conscience while having my holidays. As in having to look back and to think whether i did enough to get into poly. The things people do for you when you try to do good for them is so very harsh but yet understandable. My past may have seemed very bright but yet meaningless has become dim but yet meaningful. The life i used to live is the opposite of how i spend time now. I expected that my past (ex-gf) would come back and haunt me and true enough its true, me any my stupid expectations. She may have caused critical damge in my life but has shown true friends who stand by my side and the other side. This i have to thank her because i can understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8495210-109630186052201000?l=jacobisaac.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/feeds/109630186052201000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8495210&amp;postID=109630186052201000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109630186052201000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8495210/posts/default/109630186052201000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobisaac.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-but-not-last.html' title='First but not last..'/><author><name>deviouS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11134538579072339877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/10/32/3252301/8824472925791l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
