<?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-9387496</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:13:02.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures Of Fudgy Bear</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fudgy- Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630853683333770745</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387496.post-115986486395890106</id><published>2006-10-03T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T16:47:41.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track 14: Yeargh!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Track 14: Yeargh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, for starters, i have been in the army for more than a year now!! whoop dee doo!! one more year before i can have my complete freedom!! i can already taste it!! i can keep my hair long...i can find a job that pays me well...and then i can buy my bike that i've wanted for so long...can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ex called me yesterday...first she wanted to ask me something about a library book that i have returned. then she asked me to stop disturbing her friends and family. then i remembered. about a week ago, i sent her a message. in the good holy month of Ramadhan, i just wanted to ask for forgiveness for all the wrong things that i did to her. i don't wanna bear any grudges, that's all i wanted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she had to go on and on, telling me to stop contacting her. she was going on and on about how me contacting her is hurting relationship with her new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MARRIED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; boyfriend. cos its like, each time i send her a message, if he sees it, he'll go ballistic and they start quarelling. i am like huh?? looks like her&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;MARRIED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;boyfriend has some trust issues...haha. so i told her that all i wanted to do is say sorry to her and maybe pass on that same message to her family...cos who knows wat i might did to her parents to make them angry. and then she told me that she forgives me but she doesn't want to have any relations with me anymore. and that she won't pass on that message cos she said that her whole family hates me and that she doesn't care whether or not her family hates me, despises me or destests me. she don't care at all...fine. *sigh* and then her mouth started to say nasty things. after all that is done, she just hang up on me like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, well...i guess people don't change after all. but hell, i've already apologised. i have done my job. if she wants to be this way, then i have no complaints...no complaints at all. Cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387496-115986486395890106?l=fudgy-bear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/feeds/115986486395890106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9387496&amp;postID=115986486395890106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/115986486395890106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/115986486395890106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/2006/10/track-14-yeargh.html' title='Track 14: Yeargh!!'/><author><name>Fudgy- Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630853683333770745</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-9387496.post-115665539040138858</id><published>2006-08-27T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T13:13:48.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track 13: The Kill</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Track 13: 30 Seconds To Mars - The Kill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What if&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wanted to &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;break&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Laugh it all off in your face&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;What if I fell to the floor?&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take this anymore&lt;br /&gt;What would you do, do, do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am finished with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What if I wanted to fight&lt;br /&gt;Beg for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;What would you do? (do, do)&lt;br /&gt;You say you wanted more&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not running from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I am finished with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're killing me, killing me&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I tried to be someone else&lt;br /&gt;But nothing seemed to change&lt;br /&gt;I know now, this is who I really am inside&lt;br /&gt;Finally found myself&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know now, this is who I really am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;Bury me, bury me&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with you, you, you&lt;br /&gt;Look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You're killing me, killing me&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come break me down&lt;br /&gt;Break me down&lt;br /&gt;Break me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What if I wanted to break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387496-115665539040138858?l=fudgy-bear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/feeds/115665539040138858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9387496&amp;postID=115665539040138858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/115665539040138858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/115665539040138858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/2006/08/track-13-kill.html' title='Track 13: The Kill'/><author><name>Fudgy- Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630853683333770745</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-9387496.post-115617486918603203</id><published>2006-08-21T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:48:57.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track 12: A New Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Track 12: A New Me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After almost a 1 year long hiatus...i, fudgy bear, am back. i have been to hell and back (honestly). been through a whole of shit...finally got enough of the shit that was thrown at me. i picked myself up, put my foot down and moved forward...well, metaphorically, i fought back the shit that was thrown at me...and the new me was born. (i'm not sure whether everything just now made any sense).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had done something that i should have done a long time ago. well, i guess a part of me was being soft...giving chances all the time, thinking everything can change. how naive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i did not know what came over me all of a sudden...like i said, i just put my foot down, be firm, be strong...and let it go. let the go the one person that i loved the most...well, used to love anyway. it was hard...very hard. but i had to. for the sake of my happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now, a lot of people think that i am the villain...it always happens. the males do something wrong to the females, and automatically and instantly, we become the villains. the male chauvinist pigs. the egoistic bastards. all this without even explaining ourselves. without telling our side of the story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sigh...life's a complete bitch sometimes. but hell, suck it up and move on man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387496-115617486918603203?l=fudgy-bear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/feeds/115617486918603203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9387496&amp;postID=115617486918603203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/115617486918603203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/115617486918603203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/2006/08/track-12-new-me.html' title='Track 12: A New Me...'/><author><name>Fudgy- Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630853683333770745</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-9387496.post-112238998244166811</id><published>2005-07-26T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:00:33.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track 11 : Superb my boy.....</title><content type='html'>You brown bear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dare u deceived me... bleax.. makes me lose my concentration in class.. i kept on thinking whether u were realli taking a cab or u driving the "CAB"... so u want it to be a surprise huh.. haiz.. yeah.. i was surprised.. thanks for the date DEAR!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See! i call u dear in this so called public blog la..haha.. nice date.. nice companion.. nice "SHOW"... wit us in it.. everything was splendid.. and yeah.. i gotta drink my dream "WINE"!!! haha.. thanks to u FUDGY!!! love ya lots...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad it ended fast.. if nt.. im sure i will really be damn shag.. u noe wad i mean rite boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe... LOVE YA!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: looking forward to the next date wit ya... MUACKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;R.R&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387496-112238998244166811?l=fudgy-bear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/112238998244166811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/112238998244166811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/2005/07/track-11-superb-my-boy.html' title='Track 11 : Superb my boy.....'/><author><name>Fudgy- Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630853683333770745</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387496.post-112170463151746030</id><published>2005-07-19T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:54:14.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track 10: Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Track 10: Graduation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was graduation day...the day when i meet my old classmates of TB07...it's like one big reunion...seeing old classmates again brought tears to my eyes...hahaha, EMO! Well, not all came though...that kinda sucked...my parents came too! hahaha. They're kinda proud of me ya noe. (Yea right...wait till they see all the Cs and Ds on the transcript!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was kinda boring...i think the presenter was tired saying all the names of all the graduands. When vinod went on top of the stage, i shouted his name out loud...got a scolding from the ushers...to hell with that! i was having fun! the same goes for mollie...and mellie...and mollie got my revenge back by calling me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FARHANA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! What the hell...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;On the whole, it was kinda teary in the end...yea yea, i know we can meet some other time, but when?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/57/3785/640/Graduation%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/57/3785/320/Graduation%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the mollie, the fudgy and the mellie! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/57/3785/640/Graduation%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/57/3785/320/Graduation%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TB07...or what's left of 'em... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/57/3785/640/Graduation%206.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/57/3785/320/Graduation%206.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's...it's...3 idiots...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387496-112170463151746030?l=fudgy-bear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/feeds/112170463151746030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9387496&amp;postID=112170463151746030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/112170463151746030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/112170463151746030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/2005/07/track-10-graduation.html' title='Track 10: Graduation'/><author><name>Fudgy- Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630853683333770745</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-9387496.post-111667091500415742</id><published>2005-05-21T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:38:37.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track 9: I'm Back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Track 9: I'm Back...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoz!! The fudgy has melted.. im here to take over his blog while he recuperate himself from all the shit that has been happening.. nahz.. he's jus busy.. dun care abt him, he doesnt even have time for me.. bleax..whu cares.. its time for me to speak.. well, nt much has been happening la.. thats why he hasnt been updating his blog n i was like wondering hw cum siah.. is he tt busy.. wth. so today decided to post things in his blog cos im feeling so darn bored.. been low on cash these days so canot pollute the environment and yeah.. im starting sch next tues.. woo hoo!! a second year student!! so excited.. one more year=two more semester n im outta there.. nt that its a bad sch bt the environment around me is jus plain BAD.. yeah.. for those whu noe jus keep ur mouth shut n for those whu don noe jus shut up!! haha.. hell yeah.. cant wait to go out wit the fudgy this friday.. woo hoo.. and after he's gone to the Tekongians University where he will learn to become a MAN.. i can conquer this blog!! wahaha.. may the force be wit me.. take care peeps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387496-111667091500415742?l=fudgy-bear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/111667091500415742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/111667091500415742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/2005/05/track-9-im-back.html' title='Track 9: I&apos;m Back...'/><author><name>Fudgy- Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630853683333770745</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9387496.post-111323822112395887</id><published>2005-04-12T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T01:02:42.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track 8: It's Never Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Track 8: It's Never Goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After the last examination paper, i feel so relieved yet my heart felt heavy. the reason was because not only it is the last paper for me, it is the last day of my polytechnic life. it was kinda weird, i mean i was there for three hellish fucking years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but more importantly, i won't be seeing my classmates of tb07 that much anymore. i dunnoe why, but with this class, i feel close to them. although we were together as a class for less than a year, i really bonded with them. there are the class girls who constantly make fun of me, the guys who are my smoking khakis...hahaha. i can seriously say that i, no wait,&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; went thru a lot of shit together as a class. from the freaking projects to collaborating with the motherfucking M1 for our final year marketing assignment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;all i can say is that i will never, ever forget this class of mine. plus, its never goodbye. of course some will be away from singapore and all and shit like that but hell, its never goodbye. i, fudgy bear, will make sure that our class will stay united even though we dun see each other that much anymore. tbo7, i love you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/57/3785/640/Class%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/57/3785/320/Class%20pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TB07...it's never goodbye... &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/9387496-111323822112395887?l=fudgy-bear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/feeds/111323822112395887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9387496&amp;postID=111323822112395887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/111323822112395887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/111323822112395887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/2005/04/track-8-its-never-goodbye.html' title='Track 8: It&apos;s Never Goodbye'/><author><name>Fudgy- Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630853683333770745</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-9387496.post-110935110603712597</id><published>2005-02-26T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T01:45:11.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track 7: A New Chapter In My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Track 7: A New Chapter In My Life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Eversince she came into my life, life has been a complete bliss. I still can't believe that she's my girlfren. I still cannot believe that i can hold her hands and say that she loves me. I still cannot believe the way things has been going in my life rite now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its been about 1 month++, and its been one of the greatest. its juz that, its so different from my other ex-gf...i mean, with her, we almost share the same things. like to hang out, haf fun, crap a lot ( and i mean a lot!)...i can juz be myself around her. i dun have to put on a mask and pretend to be someone that i am not. and the best part is, she accepts me for wat i am. Love u sweetie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and yea, most of u people think that its juz the honeymoon period...yea yea, i noe. i mean, there's not one relationship in this world that doesn't face even a tinge of sadness, anger and stuff like that...i would try my utmost best to make the relationship work and i wanna make it with her...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The L.O.M.L Mrs Fudgy! ^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/57/3785/640/02251952-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/57/3785/320/02251952-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr And Mrs Fudgy! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" 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/9387496-110935110603712597?l=fudgy-bear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/feeds/110935110603712597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9387496&amp;postID=110935110603712597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/110935110603712597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/110935110603712597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/2005/02/track-7-new-chapter-in-my-life.html' title='Track 7: A New Chapter In My Life'/><author><name>Fudgy- Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630853683333770745</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-9387496.post-110664325435755301</id><published>2005-01-25T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T00:37:41.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track 6: Mrs Fudgy Speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Track 6: Mrs Fudgy Speaking!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi there ppl! yarz yarz.. im mrs fudgy.. dun noe why the hell he gave me tt name.. its like so lame rite?? n i dun look like a bear either..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway.. wa lauz.. this fudgy bear rite.. haiz.. dun noe wad to say leh.. everytime so speechless when i c him.. haha.. no la.. if u ask me rite.. i've been corrupting his mind with all the curses and DISGUSTING things that a girl will say to another girl.. guess with a long hair like his, i will still think tt he's a girl.. maybe he's meant to be one in the next future life of his.. haha!! too bad for him, he always get a beating from our accomplice (cutie baby bear).. haha.. yeah.. and ME! awwww.. dun cry fudgy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;jus wanna tell u guys rite, tt he's nt as clean as u think he is.. he's like so damn dirty and alwaes tok abt girls stuff wit me.. oh yeah.. n &lt;a href="http://searchmiracle.com/text/search.php?qq=Sex" target="_blank"&gt;SEX&lt;/a&gt;!! no la.. haha.. its the other way round.. im the one doin all the toking.. n i tink he feels disgusted la.. bt i DUN CARE! wahaha.. he's one of the nicest guy i noe whu feels like strangling me all the time.. haha.. u noe wad i mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well.. before he even 'caught' me.. we were just ordinary bears living in the woods.. n luckily he didnt meet goldilocks first.. haha! then rite, he saw me at the liftwoods.. we were goin for our classes at Ngee Ann Polyforesttechnic then he say he had a crush on me when he saw me.. haha! L.A.M.E.R.. anyway.. he has gone through the branches n leaves jus to get to me!! im serious.. n to think tt we bears have friendster in the woods! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;anyway.. his furry hair attracted me so much tt i feel like im nt a bear.. cos i look so fair.. n him.. u noe la.. haha.. bt its ok.. i still love him very much.. haha.. so mushy rite.. yeah.. tt wasnt me speaking.. tt was my other self.. nvmind.. im crazy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ok.. he's like bugging me rite nw.. so damn annoying.. can wait nt..haha..i tink tts all for today.. n yeah.. i will continue living my current life wit him now and corrupt his mind with all the f******* dirty things tt i can possibly think of.. wahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;signing off,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mrs Fudgy?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ps: i tink i should be called mrs hottie.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387496-110664325435755301?l=fudgy-bear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/feeds/110664325435755301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9387496&amp;postID=110664325435755301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/110664325435755301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/110664325435755301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/2005/01/track-6-mrs-fudgy-speaking.html' title='Track 6: Mrs Fudgy Speaking'/><author><name>Fudgy- Bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07630853683333770745</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-9387496.post-110648941783136157</id><published>2005-01-23T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:10:17.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track 5: Me &amp; Mrs Fudgy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Track 5: Me &amp; Mrs Fudgy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today was the day ladies and gentlemen...the day i asked roslin out on the 2nd date...more importantly, its the day whether i noe will she or will she not be my girlfren...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;well, i picked her up from her hse at 2 pm. wore my new top from reebok...hahaha!! bought it specially for today!! i wore that, my beige levi's 501 and my jack purcell shoes...and of course not forgetting my clinique happy perfume...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;she was looking exceptionally beautiful today...she was wearing this brown-maroonish top, denim skirt her usual sandals...and she put light make-up...and oh, she smelled nice too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so, we went to plaza singapura to watch the show...i think i kinda numbed my ass off since i spent about 1 1/2 hrs in the freaking bus from boon lay to orchard...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we were there around 3.30pm, supposedly buy the tics for the show "alfie" scheduled at 4.20...but the thing is, the seats are selling fast...and we decided to watch the one at 6.45pm instead!! my plan is not going well...we were suppose to watch the show at 4.20, and then have dinner and then i bring her clarke quay where i will pop "the qn"...my mind went "YEARGH!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;had lunch at thai express...ordered some pineapple fried rice (which is SO not enough, paid $9.00++ for that crap i tell ya), she had tom yam glass noodle and also softshell crab...we talked and had fun during lunch...then had coffee at starbucks, she had her usual mocha frap and restratto caramel macchiato for myself...again, we talked, we laughed, we had fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;alfie isn't such a bad show after all...pretty enjoyable...and sad towards the end...jude law is very, very good-looking in the show...the whole time during the show, we both held hands together...well, partly because she was cold...but it was kinda nice...well, during that time, i felt reali close to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i decided to bring her to istana park (for all you dweebs whu dunnoe where it is, its juz across the road from PS) since my plan of going to clarke quay was foiled...after we found a spot to sit and settled down, i talked about how scared i was about committing myself into a relationship (those who are close to me will noe wat its all about) and then how i met her, how it was one hell of a long and crazy ride for me to get where i am now...to be close to her...and stuff like that...and then i said "will you be my gf?" then she said "i would love to"...u have no idea how i felt...i can't describe it...i felt reali happy, i can't explain...i cudn't believe that she is my gf...i juz can't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;now its Project M.R.F.W: phase 2!! me and mrs fudgy...its been one long, hell of a ride for me...when i think back, i did some reali stupid crap to get to her...well, when your in love with someone, u do some pretty extraordinary things that u thot u wudn't do in a million yrs...and so it begins a new relationship...my sweetie, my darling, my boo...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;me and mrs fudgy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9387496-110648941783136157?l=fudgy-bear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fudgy-bear.blogspot.com/feeds/110648941783136157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9387496&amp;postID=110648941783136157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9387496/posts/default/110648941783136157'/><link 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/&gt;have u ever meet someone and fallen for her? fallen so deeply that u cannot get enuff of her? if it was possible, u wanna meet her every single day of ur life and spend time with her...fallen so deep that u imagine urself spending the rest of ur life together...getting married, spend ur honeymoon at some romantic country in europe...going thru the whole pregnancy thingy with her rite till the end, from the lamasz classes rite to her very last contraction, quarelling over which diaper or milk powder is best for the baby...see ur children grow up together and lastly, grow old together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of u think its the corniest shit u've ever read in ur life...but lemme tell u this, u will definitely go thru all that (more or less) when u actualli found that someone special...and fall ever so deeply for her... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-9387496.post-110209508463866361</id><published>2004-12-04T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T01:39:19.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Track 3: My Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Track 3: My Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god...today is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; day...i went out on a date with roslin bte rahim...hehehe...razor was with me, making sure i am calm and collected before the date...thank u dude!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked her up at orchard mrt station...whew, thank god i wasn't late! well, she looked gorgeous today. she was wearing this orange polo t, skirt and err, sandals/slippers? simple but still, she look stunning! and i was like the ass whu kept stammering cos i was all nervous...again, i cannot help it! went to have ice-blended coffee at coffee bean *bleah*...and we chit-chat about a lot of stuff, we laughed about all the funny stuff...it was reali nice, surreal...and she has a reali sweet smile...a sweet smile to match her sweet demeanor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to watch alexander at P.S...the show was kinda okie, 'cept for some parts in which there were gay scenes...ewww...felt weird...and lin was like laughing...hahahaha...she's weird, but in a cute way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a simple dinner at macdonald's...had to explore basement 1 and 2 of P.S. to find a decent place to eat! wahahaha...and again, we chat about a lot of stuff which reali surprised me...all the hoo haa's about ex g.e.s.s students...and again, we laughed and had a great time. and i juz can't help noticing how sweet she is. the way she smile can make a grown man like me melt...hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent her home by taking the mrt...she reali does have pretty sharp eyes for a person whu wears glasses...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;can spot a beetle while we were in the train leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; she has this thing for beetles..she wud go all excited if she sees one...i called it, the "beetle's syndrome"...wahahaha. and she called me "atuk" (grandpa) the whole train ride home...hmm, okie i am nineteen, not ninety! heehee. had a reali nice stroll rite till her lift lobby...said goodbye and thanked her for a reali great time...and that was that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its funny how things are...one moment u hardly noe a person and the next thing u noe, u juz went out on a date with that person and had a reali great time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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finally, after 6 long mths, he is Singapore's First Idol...congratulations!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2509/640/specs8_results_taufik1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #aaaaaa 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #aaaaaa 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #aaaaaa 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/2509/320/specs8_results_taufik1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First Singapore Idol: Taufik Batisah &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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