<?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-4222914338750636519</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:15:16.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eradicate, this disease.</title><subtitle type='html'>BENJAMINHO
18.11.1992
PeiHwaSecondary</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222914338750636519.post-3720456091124855327</id><published>2011-04-01T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:21:29.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things happen for a reason, and i guess thats exactly why this happened. I was sorry, sorry for all the things I did to you. I want you back in my life, but all you knew was how much freedom you have been deprived, how many things you couldnt do. This ain't love, if you did love me you wouldnt have mind all these things, maybe this is wishful thinking, but you wouldn't have mind it if you loved me wholeheartedly. What we had was so beautiful, and yet you are telling me at 19 this is not a r/s others are living. Of course it isn't, its the best love in the world. No one can beat that. I wish you listened to taylor swift's Back To December and realize what a grave mistake you made. There, you can have your freedom now. Clubs, going out no one is ever going to stop you now. Its sad how warped your thinking is. All you think about is why I didnt go look you up. YOU EXPECT IT TO BE FUCKING EASY? EASY TO GET OVER WHAT U DID WHEN I WENT OVER TO MADE IT UP TO YOU THE LAST TIME ROUND. I CHOSE NOT TO OVERCOME MY FEARS. HOW THE FUCK CAN U SAY THIS. They are fears for a reason, but you are so selfish you wont see it. I wished you came over to, but did you? NO. But I didnt say anything because I know its too much to ask for. Being in a r/s has to be a mutual thing, and this feels nothing like it. The manner you ignored me, the manner you didnt ignore me only made me conclude that breaking up is the best for us. I hate how I always blog only when times are bad. Im sorry but I need to rant. Plus this is somewhere no one would see it, not even you. I hate this, i need to pick myself up and together. I smashed that photo above my bed, its over. I loved you way more than you ever realise or you ever did. The only sweet memories about us would only be the trip to thailand. I miss those times, but it'll never come back. I wish you well in everything you do. Farewell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-3720456091124855327?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/3720456091124855327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=3720456091124855327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/3720456091124855327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/3720456091124855327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-happen-for-reason-and-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-683927371550464618</id><published>2010-07-13T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T21:02:13.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your actions really baffles me, a lot. Yesterday you wont even talk to me, wont even wanna let me accompany you to your training. And today, gosh, you started to smoke? Adding to that, you just keep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; all day with whoever, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know but it seems to me that you wanna prove a point to me. Which apparently I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; get. How do you want me to feel? Jealous? That you have someone to text and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;? That you're the only person I have to text? I do feel tempted to want to know who you are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; and why is there so much, but I wont because I know I can't. As for smoking, i was really bewildered man. You're a god damn girl. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know how you want others to see you but seriously, what good does it do you? I'm a fan of it so perhaps I have no say in this but for fuck sake how long have u stopped and picking it up now? When &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;YOG&lt;/span&gt; is like just months away? Wish you had a brain that starts working. And then asking me if i still love you, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; me all that concern stuff? You really confuse me. Its like it forever and ever depends on you, even when we are over. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;text &lt;/span&gt;you, you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; reply. And when I replied u, u ask if i don't have anything to say to you. I really want to know what do you wanna do with me man. Just push me around as you like? I love you and I miss you. But not this you, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;. Just hope everything would be okay. And obviously drumming helps. A HELL LOT :) November rain was a blast man. Fucking mastered it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alreadyyyyyy!&lt;/span&gt; W&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ooo&lt;/span&gt; can't wait for jamming this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CALL HER BLUFF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-683927371550464618?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/683927371550464618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=683927371550464618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/683927371550464618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/683927371550464618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-actions-really-baffles-me-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-8890626906738443944</id><published>2010-07-11T16:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:46:38.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesdays wont be the same anymore with you. No more having dinner together, no more having someone accompanying me to drums. No more sharing your Psp. So many things that seems so unimportant and natural before suddenly hit me in the face. Its all gone now, and I can sense that its for real this time. Nothings ever gonna be the same again... Not Monday, not Wednesday, not Thursday not a single fucking day gonna be the same. Last week this time, we were better. Not perfect but better. Those meals that we used to have so often now seems so distant. I can barely even talked to you now. How i wished the past year we shared could remain still, like how I wished love alone was enough. Time and time again, its proven me otherwise. I've been such a fucking idiot dolt hole dumb ass, taking you for granted time and time again. Taking care of my ego more than even taking care of you perhaps. And its too late to try to make things right now. I had everything i could wished for but now, I only have myself. Reading your cards will always hurt, seeing our photos will also tear. That tench of ache will always be there, no matter how long its over between us. Forever was a promise that we both could not keep, I used to blame it on you only. But i know now thats not the case. I AM THE FUCKING CASE. This is gone and I cant see it. I don't know how to behave seeing you in school, i dont know how to talk to you, I dont know how to just be &lt;em&gt;friends &lt;/em&gt;with you. But I wish I could, then at least I know you are still in my life, no matter how minimal it is. I have loved you, and still do. I don't know how am I gonna live it down now. But I guess I have to. I just hope you'll be at least better with this breakup, then at least its gonna make it all worth it. At least you have snoopy to help you through, I guess i'm never ever gonna see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish we could get stuck on that cable car back then.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye to you, I wished i could hear you call me benoppy again. I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-8890626906738443944?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/8890626906738443944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=8890626906738443944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/8890626906738443944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/8890626906738443944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2010/07/tuesdays-wont-be-same-anymore-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-5800315641581336052</id><published>2009-09-02T07:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T07:33:53.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss us, i miss stayovers, i miss waking up beside you, i miss you coming over to my house surprising me, i miss going over to your house early in the morning, i miss waiting for u at dover, i miss constantly reporting to you, i miss our endless conversations, i miss eating with your family, i miss staying at your house till 1050, i miss your constantly dozing off beside me on the train, i miss your bad temper, i miss holding your hand proudly, i miss being ourselves infront of our classmates, i miss how we would always make up after quarrels, i miss jurong point, i miss telling you every single detail of my everyday life, i miss sending you to vollyball,i miss our long and sweet goodnight messages, i miss hugging you so fucking tightly, i miss how we would sing crazily together, i miss how we would do the stupidest of things together, i miss seeing you every single/other day, i miss walking you home, i miss celebrating our anniversaries at fei cui, i miss how we would dift away and talk about marissa, and lastly, i miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-5800315641581336052?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/5800315641581336052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=5800315641581336052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/5800315641581336052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/5800315641581336052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-us-i-miss-stayovers-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-6714808744820977820</id><published>2009-08-22T01:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T01:20:56.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I WILL DIG DEEP.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-6714808744820977820?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/6714808744820977820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=6714808744820977820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/6714808744820977820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/6714808744820977820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-will-dig-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-4749292567947756567</id><published>2009-08-21T01:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:35:35.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wish you could be me for alil while, Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-3597061456629376107</id><published>2009-08-04T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:14:19.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I couldnt even get past one day without talking to you. I am missing u so much to the point that i could just sit there for hours staring into the fucking space(like during that bullshit 2 hours of being alone). Last night was for sure a darn rough night. I cried the shit, eyes and lungs out, I never thought I could cry so damn much. Its tormenting not being able to make things right, and after we hung up, all I could think about was everything that we been through before. LITERALLY. From the sending u to Hougang for training for the very first time, sitting on the ground near your house, laughing over every single thing, bickering constantly with each other to the time where you broke the news to me that changed everything about us. Of course the list goes and on... but the point is however good or bad, I miss those times, immensely. I miss you, I miss us. I dont remember when you not calling me when u wake up in the mornings but this what exactly what happened. These are things that are slowly creeping away from me and I hated that. That was why i went to look you up just now. And im glad things didnt turn out bad. I just hope we'll talk over it later. Baby no matter what, I truely wished things would go back to before because whatever it is. I miss everything about you. Please girl stay, oh sugar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-3597061456629376107?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/3597061456629376107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=3597061456629376107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/3597061456629376107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/3597061456629376107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-couldnt-even-get-past-one-day-without.html' title=''/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-5760820872944462053</id><published>2009-07-19T13:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:41:29.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drained.</title><content type='html'>Needed some form of relief, and almost immediately i thought of here. Its been a long long time since i posted, and i doubt this post is gonna change anything but I just needed something to let the shit out. You know, I am never mad at you for long but why must I always be the fucking one who always wants to make it right when its wrong. I dont get it. It seems as though u got to much pride to utter even a simple "sorry".  Maybe to you I'm not worth that much. Sorry if you see the whole thing as dumb, there is pretty much nothing I can do about it anymore. Dont treat me the way you dont want to be treated, because it sure sucks like hell. Maybe in a day or two's time, or even maybe a couple of hours time, I would utimately be the one begging for your forgiveness, apologizing profusely but whatever it is I am indeed really drained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-5760820872944462053?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/5760820872944462053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=5760820872944462053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/5760820872944462053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/5760820872944462053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2009/07/drained.html' title='drained.'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-7119174592660102647</id><published>2009-04-04T01:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T02:05:16.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You gave me xos, You taught me xos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hunnie&lt;/span&gt;, where do I start? Reading your texts, it was a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; painful as much as it made me fearful. That fear of losing you, of not having you around me anymore(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dependence&lt;/span&gt; or not) it did made me falter. But it did also got me thinking. You feeling this way coupled with all that upcoming stuff(your work, my school) we'll be having, it just doesnt helps, does it? But then again maybe all this could make us see better about how we really feel for each other. Stop feeling sorry, silly. I just hope we could get there someday. We've come a long way hun(to me at least), you taught me good(appriceation, manners, selflessness etc) and I'm thankful for that, I really am. I didnt thought I knew what love was after what happened in the past but I guess I can safetly say today that I do love you, yet ironically, with a dose of uncertainty to it. You were the one who showered me with xos, taught me the meaning of hugs and allowed me the purity of kisses. You were the one who taught me xos. As unsure as you are, I'm just glad you know that I do indeed mean something to you. And that my dear, is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon that possesiveness of mine, afterall its all out of concern. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"dont give up on me kay?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can damn right bet on it I wont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-7119174592660102647?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/7119174592660102647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=7119174592660102647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/7119174592660102647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/7119174592660102647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-gave-me-xos-you-taught-me-xos.html' title='You gave me xos, You taught me xos.'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-6739328334926418786</id><published>2009-03-20T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:04:42.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHORRIFIED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I try so hard to, See the good in you, You make it so hard to, When I know he's been inside you too...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-6739328334926418786?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/6739328334926418786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=6739328334926418786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/6739328334926418786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/6739328334926418786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2009/03/whorrified.html' title=''/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-8739881415659404651</id><published>2008-12-26T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T00:47:38.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!?</title><content type='html'>This week has been pretty rad, hung out with joy and only just, my sec 2 classmates. They have been great company and I have to admit I've been missing out on so many things in my life. Also, been hooked on OC recently and I really loved it. I dont really know what to write so I'll just leave you with some writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long have I waited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Long have I yearned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To see your sweet face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With deep love returned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your beauty you hide &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From mere mortals you shun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From heavens bright gates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You come as a guide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On sweet silver wings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Among us you hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Placing our feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our pain to subside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-8739881415659404651?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/8739881415659404651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=8739881415659404651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/8739881415659404651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/8739881415659404651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_26.html' title='!?'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-7957415699732227301</id><published>2008-12-15T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:20:06.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knives are silent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guns are quick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nooses, Poisons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take your pick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One short choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then you die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just one question:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why’d you lie?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One last thing, Oh i forget, there is always another day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-7957415699732227301?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/7957415699732227301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=7957415699732227301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/7957415699732227301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/7957415699732227301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/12/knives-are-silent-guns-are-quick-nooses.html' title=''/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-4268628823604382548</id><published>2008-12-12T23:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T23:59:56.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful eyes, beautiful lies.</title><content type='html'>Mine mine, it doesnt get any more complicated does it? Someone told me something not quite pleasant, and I was actually more sad than angry. Honestly, I dont know if its true or not but I believe you wouldn't lie to me. Things are over there but I, apparently, am over here. Been feeling pretty messed up but I guess things can only get better. On the bright side, tues is. going to be fun. My friend say there is an underage party or whatever it is call, AND ITS SUPPOSE TO BE CLUBBING. Woooo. Anything to take my mind off this shit is a good thing lulz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-4268628823604382548?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/4268628823604382548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=4268628823604382548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/4268628823604382548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/4268628823604382548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/12/beautiful-eyes-beautiful-lies.html' title='Beautiful eyes, beautiful lies.'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-7180130346867138817</id><published>2008-10-19T00:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:28:13.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a long time since i posted, mainly because of how my blog looked and also because i got too lazy. But jaryl promised to help me soon and im going to update more after Os. Chem is on monday but im really looking forward to the amath on wed. Math&gt;all. I cant wait for this crap to finish man. Those drums are just calling out for me. And recently I started digging post-hardcore more than screamo. Post hardcore is okay, just not those shitty fail bands who call themselves emo or screamo. Okay i should spare you the screamoducation lawlz. The blog will look nicer soon. In the mean time, i'll leave you with some " I l&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SPoNG9CBckI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8_1WPi_1tCI/s1600-h/fail-owned-huge-deck-ad-fail1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258529928021897794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SPoNG9CBckI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8_1WPi_1tCI/s320/fail-owned-huge-deck-ad-fail1.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ol-ed so hard" stuff ...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SPoNdNJRH_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/OgjsgHii6Ko/s1600-h/fail-owned-optional-required-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258530310304374770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="246" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SPoNdNJRH_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/OgjsgHii6Ko/s320/fail-owned-optional-required-fail.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SPoN-C5wQWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-0F5hcHeiTA/s1600-h/fail-owned-free-breakfast-billboard-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258530874490634594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SPoN-C5wQWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/-0F5hcHeiTA/s320/fail-owned-free-breakfast-billboard-fail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SPoOaOo4OyI/AAAAAAAAABE/bMKpsso6rWc/s1600-h/fail-owned-application-raping-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258531358677416738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SPoOaOo4OyI/AAAAAAAAABE/bMKpsso6rWc/s320/fail-owned-application-raping-fail.jpg" 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/4222914338750636519-7180130346867138817?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/7180130346867138817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=7180130346867138817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/7180130346867138817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/7180130346867138817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi.html' title='Hi'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SPoNG9CBckI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8_1WPi_1tCI/s72-c/fail-owned-huge-deck-ad-fail1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222914338750636519.post-3550654146636047390</id><published>2008-09-12T17:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:50:34.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Main Facking Stream</title><content type='html'>First and foremost, i would like to correct some misperceptions. ALESANA, UNDEROATH and all that fxcking mainstream bands etc blahblahblah is no screamo. To everyone out there, SCREAMO IS NOT &lt;em&gt;POPULAR.&lt;/em&gt; When i say that, i mean that screamo is not on everyones ipod, not that easily accesscible and never EVER on the radio. That the mainstream here in Singapore here dont even have ALESANA and co only goes to show how unheard of screamo is, not to mention ALESANA IS NOT EVEN SCREAMO. So pleaz, Im urging you gays and gurls to precipate out from that facking fxcking indoctrination of the mainstream's and not be another of thier moronic puppet. I have to admit i was once a victim of this "mainstream" thingy and got absolutely obessed with alesana and all those bands that i stated on my blog. But i have woken up from that nightmare already and i strongly encourage people to start listening to the real deal. That those bands are still on my blog further backs the fact how moronic i was. I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO GET THEM DOWN LOL. Okay, I know people wont understand this nor will this go down to well with people but ffs its all in the name of Screamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI,&lt;br /&gt;        screamo is not popular&lt;br /&gt;        screamo is not mainstream&lt;br /&gt;        screamo is not featured on the warped tour&lt;br /&gt;        screamo is not for sale at hot topic&lt;br /&gt;        screamo is not trendy bullshit&lt;br /&gt;        screamo is not on tv&lt;br /&gt;        screamo is not on radio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-3550654146636047390?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/3550654146636047390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=3550654146636047390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/3550654146636047390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/3550654146636047390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/09/main-facking-stream.html' title='Main Facking Stream'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-5320722030305494663</id><published>2008-08-19T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:51:26.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>People.</title><content type='html'>The signs were imminent, only a fool like me would be taken in. You painted a story to my mum, another fairytale to the authorities. Talk about meeting the school, your call never came. Untill this day when I was called into the office and seeing my parents sitting there, then i knew what was coming. Congrats uncle, you did what other 6 parents couldnt achieve; and that was save your son's ass. Tactically brillant, you've won. This is what I call hypocrisy. You made used of me and my mum, to get the information you needed. With a kick to the side, you went on fighting on your own. Exaggerating carefully yet tremendously, I believed you managed to get your son off the hook. Those words you spoke to me when you came begging, it meant nothing now. You even had the audacity to twist the facts. A standing ovation to you uncle. Even after that, you never had the decency to at least inform or update my mum. Thats whats make you all the more exceptional, for you know punishments of yours have been waived and it was none of your business already. Looking back, I am a fucking idiot. Believing in you instead of my mum, trusting that you would fight for me like how you would fight for your son. My mum warned me before, but I was too gulible. So much so that it earned me a stroke across the ass. Now then, I bet you must be eager to reply to this post if you ever sees this. So go on, return those numerous calls and text messages my mum conjured. Tell us another fantasy. This entire episode made me realize something i would never have in my entire life. Betrayal hurts more than any punishments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;people would stop at nothing to get what they desire, even the truth is forsaken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I GUESS WE ARE QUITS? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-5320722030305494663?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/5320722030305494663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=5320722030305494663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/5320722030305494663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/5320722030305494663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/08/people.html' title='People.'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-1056374096323926047</id><published>2008-08-18T18:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:44:54.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! Olvl oral is done and dusted. I wouldnt consider a breeze, it was more of a stroll. It was much easier than i thought it would be. Esp the picture. Lol. I did not managed to text my friends what the pic was about man. SIAN. Talk about strict measures being imposed-.-Haha. Anway, I addressed someone in my previous post and i hoped that it havent cause any sorts of problems for you. I was just trying to lay the entire situation for you to see clearly. No offence to you that is. Imo, just be yourself and things &lt;em&gt;will,&lt;/em&gt; and i literally mean it will, turn out to be exceptionally fine. On a lighter note, I've learnt a few words today, Crestfallen and diconsolate etc.LOL. The importance of having a good command of english is so great man. People really looked at you in a whole different dimension if you english-literated. It makes you look a class higher than others man. Ha! Prelims are a week, or should i say just days away and I dont feel ready. Damn it. Okay, I'll need to go back to my dreamland about drums already. Bai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can anot Mr.Chong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-1056374096323926047?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/1056374096323926047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=1056374096323926047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/1056374096323926047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/1056374096323926047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/08/yay-olvl-oral-is-done-and-dusted.html' title=''/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-3708022677852559344</id><published>2008-08-15T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T18:22:10.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!! :) :D !!</title><content type='html'>Wee. Today is a &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt; day man, as in sexy day. Finally the truth is out, and everything is settled. Still awaiting the punishment though, but i guess its more or less just a warning. Im more relieved than anything else now man :) AFTER SCHOOL, WOOOO FUNNIE fun fun. went to the cc and relaxxxxxxxxxxx swim, nah should i say scream lol. fxcking shiok man. Aiya actually nothing to write about, I am starting to get bored of blogging already man. Class today is quite decent, had photo taking which was quite enjoyable. XI GUA TIAN BU TIAN? TIANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN:DD LOLLLLLLLLLLLLL. okay anway stay swireaming( swimming+screaming ) Ha. OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;plz haven help me change song leh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; WTF&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-3708022677852559344?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/3708022677852559344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=3708022677852559344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/3708022677852559344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/3708022677852559344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/08/d.html' title='!! :) :D !!'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-251759980939464420</id><published>2008-08-13T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:38:02.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPPPYYYYYYYYYY</title><content type='html'>YES. Good things come in dozen man. I JUST ORDERED A FRED PERRY ON THE NET. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. Gotten a b3 for chinese and I'm really excited now. PLUS, Amath I top even more euphoric. Please, its 3 only so 9  more to go. I want save all those for olvls plz :x . Anway, today when i was asked to present the corrections for the amath test since i topped the class, someone(shouldnt mention names, HI LOVER:o) shouted A.J and my mood just went downhill. I didnt felt awkward or anything like that, i felt alil sad. Honestly I dont know why since it happened a long time ago. Maybe more of shame. And I know for sure Sam would make fun of me when he sees this but then again, WHO DOES HE NOT MAKE FUN OF? Lol. On my way home, esther filled me in with the insights and its seems like things are going well for her, WHICH ALSO MEANS, hmm ya you know. I feel rather sad for her. Perharps shes trying too hard to please everyone. Esther, dont be such a &lt;em&gt;arsehole.&lt;/em&gt; LOL slang leh flatop. Ok its really boring now so I'll just go already.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;KAHwee, or wadever you people call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how change song plz help me LOL.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-251759980939464420?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/251759980939464420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=251759980939464420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/251759980939464420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/251759980939464420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/08/happppyyyyyyyyyy.html' title='HAPPPPYYYYYYYYYY'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-6781560198816324684</id><published>2008-08-10T21:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:08:48.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, its the aftermath of a nice day so its rather sucky today. There was more action yesterday. FRED PERRY. zomg wow. Love it. Got together with my classmates and movie was great. Somethings' crazy going through my mind right now. Cant exactly figure it out but hey, Who cares? And whats with the esther? I dont feel like i have to account to nobody but still, its nothing. Period. I am feeling extremely guilty right now for not studying enough. BUT HOW DO I START? I guess next week will be more of a study-and-only-study week and that of course includes all of the upcoming weeks. I feel lazy now-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SJ718aYGNhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HS8Bm_ajXFI/s1600-h/Emo_kid--large-msg-117415449679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232890235272443410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="269" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SJ718aYGNhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HS8Bm_ajXFI/s320/Emo_kid--large-msg-117415449679.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SJ718aYGNhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HS8Bm_ajXFI/s1600-h/Emo_kid--large-msg-117415449679.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SJ718aYGNhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HS8Bm_ajXFI/s1600-h/Emo_kid--large-msg-117415449679.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;still waiting for that question of yours ?_? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-6781560198816324684?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/6781560198816324684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=6781560198816324684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/6781560198816324684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/6781560198816324684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-everyone-its-aftermath-of-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SJ718aYGNhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HS8Bm_ajXFI/s72-c/Emo_kid--large-msg-117415449679.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222914338750636519.post-5241059886372976821</id><published>2008-08-07T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T18:03:59.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whats next? Seriously after the whole episode, I still feel what we did was all we could have done. Sure fighting is wrong but with their vast superiority in numbers, is it even an option? We had to abide by their wishes. Even if we ran away/called police etc. the police or sch cant do shit since nothing really happen? He offered us an opportunity to end things, this feud had to be settled by violence. He assured us the entire matter would be settled after the "venting of anger" and I took it. And yea, He kept to his promise. We even shook hands after that. The process might not be the fairest, but still it was over. It was further confirmed when today in school we even waved to one another. Naive you might say, but what would you have done if you were me? Call Muru/Police? If it even helped, would there even be a fight in the very first place? I dont think so. And now what? Mr.Muru, you dare suggest a canning after getting the truth out of me ? Wow, when i heard that i was blown over, literally. Was it wrong to fight for your life? I should say we are forced, forced to fight for our lives. Do you really think we are that dumb to not want to walk away since its our olvl year? BUT was it a choice? They would just keep coming back. Yet now since we've settle it with them, its you "JUSTICE BRINGERS" or whatever who go on harping on the issue. Sure i was in the wrong for scolding his mum which prompt the whole thing, but if they havent kicked the ball away would there be an issue? Come on, we can go on blaming and punishing everyone but imo its you guys who are bringing the whole issue up. I think this price im paying is an inflation. Getting whacked and canned?Wee. Thanks Mr.Muru. Anway, this episode made me proud. Im proud to have friends like sam albin weihong etc. Esp Sam. You were the innocent one who had to be dragged down by me. I wont even bother saying sorry, for i know no amount of apologies is going to make it up to you. I owe you one.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell truth=canning. imo absurb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-5241059886372976821?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/5241059886372976821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=5241059886372976821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/5241059886372976821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/5241059886372976821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-next-seriously-after-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-6575931804334440478</id><published>2008-08-04T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:54:21.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi?</title><content type='html'>Lol, Today is quite a funny day. During recess, I dont know what got over me but i just rushed from the basketball court to the second level upon hearing repeated profanities by some technical guy who is not even in the whole episode. Almost immediately, I shoved him and grab him by the collar(ya i know so uncanny of me -.-). That sonofabitch has got too much BALLS and I could seriously do with some bashing-him-up. However, I didnt and someone pulled me away. I was pleasantly amazed at how so much people have since rushed up upon sight of my confrontation with that bitch. Albin and Sam esp, thanks LOL. Then after school, that "main character" sugggested we talk outside but i knew that we're sure gonna get EATEN up since we were going to "THEIR" place LOL. In that instance, it was really quantity&gt;quality. But no one wanted to give in and we were seriously considering going out and just trash it out. Just at that moment, Muru called for me and his name and just detented us for a whole 2 hours. They even drove a car around fernvale to see if there were anything LOL. Utimately, perharps sick and tired of the whole episode, he admitted that he was the one who looked me up. FROM THEN ON, everything juut went smooth sailing for me. I just had to BOMB BOMB BOMB! which is the truth anway and it wasnt before long i was released. I was initally reluctant to spill the beans on him for it would made me worst than him as this is sort of a it-takes-two-hands-to-clap kinda issue. On my way out, I even saw his friends waiting for him and i even had the audacity to say GOOD BYE. You should have seen their face LOL esp the bitch( yes that one who kaopei while looking to the side :S ) Ha! I guess this entire shit is done and dusted and I thank those dumb bitches for helping clean my ass :X . YAWNS. Ok going to sleep already bye. YOU EXCITED FOR WAD?!&lt;br /&gt;HEEEEEEEE,&lt;br /&gt;KAHwee, or wadever you people call it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-6575931804334440478?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/6575931804334440478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=6575931804334440478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/6575931804334440478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/6575931804334440478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/08/hi.html' title='Hi?'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-6304374914264439940</id><published>2008-08-02T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:39:16.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Today was a rather contrasting day. We reached KOVAN cc at about 12plus when our game was scheduled to start at about 230pm. We witnessed the greatest comback of all time in the Ks-Eternity match with Ks coming out tops(as expected-.-). Anway, our game soon followed and it was Ben10( yes we're BEN 10 LOL) against resurection or wadever they are called. The drafts went like this. Zeus,Tide,Lich,Spec,Veno(BEN10) VS witchdoc,enigma,fv,sf,lina. We won without much trouble and my frag was like 19-3(I was spec fyi). LOL not bad huh, considering i wasnt playing for like 1 month already. I wouldnt say we're good, Its more like they're noob. No offence though, it seems as though they were only just starting out. Anway, If the first game was a breeze, then the second would be a thunderstorm. It was disastrous . We were outdrafted and outplayed. Naturally we lost. We were zeus wl spec sf pudge against potm tide lich qop ommi. I only got my relic at the 34th min so it was esp disappointing for me since that kinda timing for a radiance would even be considered weak. Initially, Daren and Sam were owning badly and we werent feeding in the other lanes and i got my boots with bands etc at ard 8 min already. But some horrible clashes and getting caught to easy resulted in us staring defeat right in the eye. I had around 3k at 20plus min but two consecutive deaths changed the face of the whole game and losing became inevitable. Maybe we would have done better with more wards, better ganks and more tower pushing, but I shouldnt make any excuses, I didnt do my part well and we lost Period. I dont know why but truthfully, I wasnt that upset compared to past losses maybe because we havent played for a real long time and yet we were still able to win the first round. Anway, that was about all. I guess its the mugging season now and until its over, i doubt i'll have anything to do with games already. I shall stop already. Have a nice night.&lt;br /&gt;Nights,&lt;br /&gt;KAHwee, or wadever u people call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, its always nice to have someone special with you any-time. :O&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-6304374914264439940?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/6304374914264439940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=6304374914264439940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/6304374914264439940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/6304374914264439940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-3894856100493085183</id><published>2008-08-01T15:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:49:44.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>Hey fxcking sonofabitch, I seriously dont understand the issue here. You didnt apologize, I didnt promt. SO WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT? Dude, If everyone in the world insults your mum, what would you do?! I SHOULD SAY WHAT CAN YOU DO? Come on, live with it. Thats life man. Do you think i have anything against you? Ffs, i dont even know you. And pleazz, those situations would get the better of anyone and if i hurl a profanity about mothers while looking at you, does it mean i mean it? I dont quite think so. Its so fxcking dumb man. The main character involved is not uttering a single word and there you are making a big fuss. Grow up kid. People wont despise you just because you are in normal tech or something, but u certainly earned mine through those childish antics of yours. Everyone apologize, you didnt. So what did you get?&lt;strong&gt; Punishments&lt;/strong&gt;. I wont call it dumb, nah no way. YOUR just intelligently challenged. Who in the right frame of mind would want to be canned? Apparently, YOU. That being said, I wish you luck in you life. Trust me, you need it. Its people like you who balance the world between having too much clever people. So you deserve a standing ovation man. Enough already, anymore and i would be accuse of being racist. LOL NO LINK TOTAL NO LINK BUT THATS WAD YOU ARE ABOUT!&lt;br /&gt;HaveANiceLife,&lt;br /&gt;KAHwee, all wadever you people call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kaninabubocheebye? LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fyi tomorw WCGKOVAN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;. plz no more fro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-3894856100493085183?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/3894856100493085183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=3894856100493085183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/3894856100493085183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/3894856100493085183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-4938622771262908389</id><published>2008-07-31T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:05:31.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN!</title><content type='html'>Today is a shitty day man. The math test was not bad and i thought the whole afternoon was free since humanes ACE was called off. We decided to go to Guah lih's house and it was real HUGE. With 3 golden retrievers man. I totally adore them and i swear i'll get one when i grow up. Anway, we went upstairs and u guess what was in his room, A DRUMSET. OMG I WAS FUCKING BLOWN AWAY. Drums' the love of my life man. I wanna learn how to drum soooooo badly and im sure that will happen after O's. Just as i was trying out the drums, my mum called and told me my tution teacher was in my room. WWTFBBQ? Its like so GG, and so i decided to rush home but WTF NO MORE DRUMMING. :C crappy man. Then i had to endure me stinking for the next 1 hour course i had my tution straight upon reaching home. I just wished i had my time with those drums. TSKTSK. Fyi, TODAY NO WAR. OMFG miracle man. Maybe the blue helmet joker did indeed did a good job. Thats all for my shitty day and lastly i love GEORGE. :D&lt;br /&gt;Seeya&lt;br /&gt;KAHwee, or wadever you people call it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-4938622771262908389?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/4938622771262908389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=4938622771262908389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/4938622771262908389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/4938622771262908389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/07/damn.html' title='DAMN!'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-7287763333628613785</id><published>2008-07-30T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:58:15.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY SMEXYS:D</title><content type='html'>WEEEEEEEE. Today pussie* has just brought the defintion of FIERCE! to a whole new different level. It went like this. The class was choosing for the last runner of the 4 girls to run in the 8 by 100 metre race. Pussie* name was thrown into the picture, but to immense horror, it was met with absolute deceit. " CANNOT LA, I CANNOT RUN LA! I TOO FAT TO RUN, TOO MUCH LUMPS OF FATS ON ME, LATER CLASS LOSE HOW?!" or something like that, she protested. (fyi, it was sacrasm directed at pussy*) Anway, at that very moment huge cheers AND jeers can be heard from all over the class and all eyes were on pussy*, eagerly anticipating a verbal crusade among the two pussyies. TO OUR HORROR, pussy smiled and sort of just laugh it off, but seriously she looked utterly EMBARASSED! LOL. If yesterday was a stalemate between the battle of dart shooting, i hereby declare it 1-0 to pussie* HA! You got much work to prove your worthy man pussy* BUCK UP LOL! This is getting way toooooo personal but thats what sooooooooo great for the OUTSIDERS. This "WAR" has got soooo much potential, that we all know cannot be destroy according to the principle of conversation of energy, that it COULD CONVERT TO A KINETIC WAR! THATS PILLOW FIGHT MAN LOL! Ok, enough already. tomorw's math test and i should be studying!&lt;br /&gt;OUT!&lt;br /&gt;KAHwee, or wadever you people call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont we just love a pussyie* battle? :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-7287763333628613785?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/7287763333628613785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=7287763333628613785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/7287763333628613785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/7287763333628613785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-smexysd.html' title='HEY SMEXYS:D'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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-4222914338750636519.post-2000556219712692875</id><published>2008-07-29T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:11:04.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fuck. My blog is like screwed. Never mind, tomorw Jaryl the KING will come and save me. Anway, I would LOVEEEEEEEEEEE to comment on the recent pussy* vs pussie* battle. Apparently, it was like shooting daggers at MAXIMUM SPEEDDDDD in class. It was like a verbal showdown. WHO CAN MAKE WHO MALU FIRST WINS?! LOL. I find this whole episode funny acutally. People get drawn into this war of words of no ending, where those who hurl profanities in the blog etc. would just keep making excuses to prove their innocents. Things like " I say this course say me first lei" or " Fuck la, who ask her tear the frisbee!" can be easily seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen. In such cases, its usually the outsiders who benefits the most. They can talk cock sing song, kick back relax and see show. SO WHO OWNS?! WHO ELSE ! Lol. Enough about that. I just hope my blog can be better by tomorw and hopefully its presentable. WISH ME LUCK PLZ :D&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;KAHwee, or wadever you people call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SI8WwH_hSxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TRI-4Qautjg/s1600-h/DUMB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228422708435438354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SI8WwH_hSxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TRI-4Qautjg/s320/DUMB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY PERSONAL FAV QUOTE:&lt;br /&gt;"I've never really wanted to go to Japan. Simply because I don’t like eating fish. And I know that's very popular out there in Africa"-Britney Spears. LOLLOLLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;names change to protect all parties involved.&lt;/em&gt;HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4222914338750636519-2000556219712692875?l=mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/feeds/2000556219712692875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4222914338750636519&amp;postID=2000556219712692875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/2000556219712692875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4222914338750636519/posts/default/2000556219712692875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mournster-punkroc.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello.html' title='Hello?'/><author><name>BENJAMINHO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10905013501061558521</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://bp2.blogger.com/_p6F4jOwxIt8/SI8WwH_hSxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TRI-4Qautjg/s72-c/DUMB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
