<?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-4800590572361142749</id><updated>2011-07-30T22:20:25.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me a boner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800590572361142749.post-4869717410200327310</id><published>2010-10-15T00:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:47:52.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saint Louis Don says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*rizalba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- RIZALBA The Rated R Superstar says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saint Louis Don says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*what is PhD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- RIZALBA The Rated R Superstar says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*doctoral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saint Louis Don says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- RIZALBA The Rated R Superstar says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saint Louis Don says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Pretty Hudge Dick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he had the ultimate cheek to say he developed this joke himself. Come on, I've heard this joke like gazzilion times. Nice try man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-4869717410200327310?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/4869717410200327310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=4869717410200327310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/4869717410200327310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/4869717410200327310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/10/saint-louis-don-says-rizalba-rizalba.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-6567887641441489504</id><published>2010-09-27T21:22:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:34:24.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A friend asked me whether it's possible to bring his girlfriend to club without getting groped or grind-ed by other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I bluntly replied him, " Yes yes of course it's possible". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Except that place is called the Church."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things like these are the inevitable. I mean, why are you people unhappy about some drunk guys merely, even barely, making innocuous contact with your girlfriends when you know jolly well that's what you'd expect at clubs, maybe even more. So don't be such a sissy and be all protective, because that my friend is the spirit of clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't handle that? Simple. Bring them to the most saint-est place on Earth. The Church perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I'm not that type of guy by any means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-6567887641441489504?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/6567887641441489504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=6567887641441489504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6567887641441489504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6567887641441489504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/09/friend-asked-me-whether-its-possible-to.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-873976097874799953</id><published>2010-08-30T13:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:50:08.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has NOT been the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;study break&lt;/span&gt; I had in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start, I've NOT been religiously burning the midnight oil every day, trying to memorize a 34-page thick revision paper, along with attempting 3 past year papers of the same module. Sure there's only one paper for us to study for exam but .. I have not been making the most of it! This is bad, this is reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some days ago, I was totally-needlessly reminded that our NAPFA test could happen tentatively around the late 3rd week of Sept. And according to today's time and date, it means we are less than a month's away from the dreaded day! I've been slogging away for the past forever months (either waiting patiently on Facebook for 3pm of everyday or literally  just slouching on the couch, feet on top and apart, with a PS3  controller in between them for the rest of the day),  without even making  the efforts to beef up for NAPFA. Sure it's the fasting month these  days, but I think I consume food relatively more than I have been on  regular months! Blame the delicious spread prepared for every break fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hasty but enormously important 10-push ups last night had me fearing the worst - I AM PATHETICALLY UNFIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, my arms were already shaking and I'm already starting to pant and by the eighth,  I was struggling to, well, push myself up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure, need to hit the gym real soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-873976097874799953?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/873976097874799953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=873976097874799953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/873976097874799953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/873976097874799953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-has-not-been-study-break-i-had-in.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-5461454337693162478</id><published>2010-07-31T03:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T03:18:40.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*he/she has just signed in*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" OMG OMG! IT'S HIM/HER! SHOULD I TALK TO HIM/HER?! BUT I DONT WANT TO FEEL LIKE I BUG HIM/HER. SHOULD I SHOULD I SHOULD I?! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*he/she signs out*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" FUCK MAN. SHOULD'VE TALKED TO HIM/HER. FUCK FUCK FUCK. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a group on facebook like this? They should totally create this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-5461454337693162478?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/5461454337693162478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=5461454337693162478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/5461454337693162478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/5461454337693162478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/07/heshe-has-just-signed-in-omg-omg-its.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-5631613729481731344</id><published>2010-07-14T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:28:12.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Big strong confident, yet humble good-natured woman. She's like, the best of both 21st and 19th century woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-5631613729481731344?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/5631613729481731344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=5631613729481731344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/5631613729481731344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/5631613729481731344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-strong-confident-yet-humble-good.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-8909296705283239844</id><published>2010-06-13T04:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T04:18:44.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So why is there 2 Os in dbl O ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there are more reasons to FUCK them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK DBL O!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-8909296705283239844?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/8909296705283239844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=8909296705283239844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8909296705283239844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8909296705283239844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-why-is-there-2-os-in-dbl-o-because.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-6804249805811190702</id><published>2010-06-10T02:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T03:19:52.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;World Cup fever is here !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World Cup is upon us! 2 more days to the opening match between Mexico and host South Africa. Though that's not much of a spectacular curtain raiser, Mexico would surely win this one. I can see 2-1 to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;El Tri&lt;/span&gt; written all over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another footballing note, I will be rooting for Spain to lift the World Cup trophy! Well, I used to support England(even more so when Michael Owen was in the squad) but their recent shiteous early exits from cup competitions over recent years really had me plucking out my hair to the very last strands in frustration. Plus, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La Furia Roja&lt;/span&gt; or The Red Fury, are the 2008 European Champions and boasts arguably the most in-depth quality in almost all positions. Little wonder why Spain have become everyone's favorite bet to go all the way to be world champions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and women, before you go all whiny and lament at the fact that your boyfriends or husbands are going to neglect you for the whole long one month as they remain glued to the television, this year World Cup could be different from the previous years !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because for the benefit of those women who have been enduring the excruciating pain of being by your partner's side while he indulge in his footballing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hoo-haa&lt;/span&gt; all this years, I have taken the liberty to compile a string of the hottest players in the World Cup, so that you women won't need to put on the "why-the-fuck-is-22-men-chasing-a-football" kinda face during every matches and appreciate the players only women knows how!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. Fret not women, people say my taste in guys is just as of exceptionally high standards as my taste in girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Iker Casillas&lt;/span&gt; (Spain, Real Madrid C.F., Goalkeeper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_RlwsKqBI/AAAAAAAAACA/R2aA9JRjil4/s1600/ikercasillas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_RlwsKqBI/AAAAAAAAACA/R2aA9JRjil4/s320/ikercasillas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480829718188697618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_RmV8IeOI/AAAAAAAAACI/E70Au2tAYvU/s1600/iker-casillas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_RmV8IeOI/AAAAAAAAACI/E70Au2tAYvU/s320/iker-casillas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480829728187775202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ricardo Izecson dos Santos Leite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kaka&lt;/span&gt; (Brazil, Real Madrid C.F., Midfield)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_TaMDjzgI/AAAAAAAAACg/4BvSvWOvG-8/s1600/kaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_TaMDjzgI/AAAAAAAAACg/4BvSvWOvG-8/s320/kaka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480831718399397378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_Ta7EnOVI/AAAAAAAAACo/Z6dfUGPDT1M/s1600/kaka-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_Ta7EnOVI/AAAAAAAAACo/Z6dfUGPDT1M/s320/kaka-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480831731020282194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Fernando Torres&lt;/span&gt; (Spain, Liverpool FC, Striker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_VPgr_UYI/AAAAAAAAADA/p6UDwznsisI/s1600/Fernando-Torres-fernando-torres-5006122-428-333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_VPgr_UYI/AAAAAAAAADA/p6UDwznsisI/s320/Fernando-Torres-fernando-torres-5006122-428-333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480833733982376322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_VQUWAqKI/AAAAAAAAADI/EYkeHS7O6bE/s1600/torres272rt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_VQUWAqKI/AAAAAAAAADI/EYkeHS7O6bE/s320/torres272rt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480833747848833186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Yoann Gourcuff&lt;/span&gt; (France, FC Girondins de Bordeaux, Midfield)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_WqDYADFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/W86q3Zs2gnc/s1600/t5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_WqDYADFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/W86q3Zs2gnc/s320/t5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480835289482005586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_WrFCdvBI/AAAAAAAAADY/h9q1h5JwgKc/s1600/81502-yoann-gourcuff-637x0-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_WrFCdvBI/AAAAAAAAADY/h9q1h5JwgKc/s320/81502-yoann-gourcuff-637x0-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480835307108416530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Francesc Fabregas&lt;/span&gt; (Spain, Arsenal FC, Midfield)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_X-pqpyVI/AAAAAAAAADo/OqNPXiFJtW8/s1600/Cesc-Fabregas-Spain-cesc-fabregas-3495197-370-481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_X-pqpyVI/AAAAAAAAADo/OqNPXiFJtW8/s320/Cesc-Fabregas-Spain-cesc-fabregas-3495197-370-481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480836742869797202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_X98ClvoI/AAAAAAAAADg/0JNnu4RgkLk/s1600/francesc_fabregas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_X98ClvoI/AAAAAAAAADg/0JNnu4RgkLk/s320/francesc_fabregas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480836730622164610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Nicklas Bendtner&lt;/span&gt; (Denmark, Arsenal, Striker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_Z--3K0bI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JOAX0mZX5Ng/s1600/Nicklas-Bendtner-Arsenal-2008-Pre-Season_1240860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_Z--3K0bI/AAAAAAAAAEI/JOAX0mZX5Ng/s320/Nicklas-Bendtner-Arsenal-2008-Pre-Season_1240860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480838947582693810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_Z-OQg6-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mlV7H8rHBFg/s1600/nick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_Z-OQg6-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/mlV7H8rHBFg/s320/nick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480838934535662562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Roque Santa Cruz &lt;/span&gt;(Paraguay, Manchester City, Striker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_do0OOlcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qks3KhOxt78/s1600/roque-santa-cruz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_do0OOlcI/AAAAAAAAAEY/qks3KhOxt78/s320/roque-santa-cruz2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480842964816008642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_doEIQEZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CPzVI3VUlQc/s1600/roque-santa-cruz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_doEIQEZI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CPzVI3VUlQc/s320/roque-santa-cruz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480842951906038162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Carlos Bocanegra&lt;/span&gt; (USA, Stade Rennais F.C, Defender)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_fSZFjNSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-q4qUSmUud8/s1600/carlos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_fSZFjNSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/-q4qUSmUud8/s320/carlos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480844778597987618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_fTCniJoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FLD7msyYdEk/s1600/carlos2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_fTCniJoI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FLD7msyYdEk/s320/carlos2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480844789746378370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Alberto Gilardino&lt;/span&gt; (Italy, Fiorentina, Striker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_gTIAjjJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XRrOcBsvNtE/s1600/fussball_alberto_gilardino_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_gTIAjjJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/XRrOcBsvNtE/s320/fussball_alberto_gilardino_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480845890705132690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_gSZfGrkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vyCluW2j_1o/s1600/alberto_gilardino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_gSZfGrkI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vyCluW2j_1o/s320/alberto_gilardino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480845878216797762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. David Villa&lt;/span&gt; (Spain, Barcelona F.C., Striker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_iQFZcEwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Tk2B-6FBAsc/s1600/david-villa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_iQFZcEwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Tk2B-6FBAsc/s320/david-villa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480848037487842050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_iPK0FjnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6iJIMkjvPzE/s1600/villa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_iPK0FjnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6iJIMkjvPzE/s320/villa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480848021761920626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;&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;Yes yes, for those of you observant enough, I have &lt;s&gt;purposely&lt;/s&gt; left out a certain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PORTUGESE &lt;/span&gt;player (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-6804249805811190702?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/6804249805811190702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=6804249805811190702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6804249805811190702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6804249805811190702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/06/world-cup-fever-is-here-world-cup-is.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/TA_RlwsKqBI/AAAAAAAAACA/R2aA9JRjil4/s72-c/ikercasillas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800590572361142749.post-6013282654063172203</id><published>2010-06-05T04:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T04:01:49.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So sad. No more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eyecandies&lt;/span&gt; in school. All graduated liao =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I got to stop stalking on facebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-6013282654063172203?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/6013282654063172203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=6013282654063172203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6013282654063172203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6013282654063172203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/06/so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-8354553238394571789</id><published>2010-05-03T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:13:20.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY IS EVERY MAN U FAN SORE ABOUT LIVERPOOL LOST TO CHELSEA. IT BAFFLES ME, IT REALLY DOES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT IF WE LOST TO CHELSEA ? SO WHAT IF WE PRACTICALLY HANDED THEM THE EPL TITLE ? IF YOU'RE TEAM IS THAT GOOD ENOUGH, YOU WOULDN'T NEED TO COUNT ON US TO DO YOUR TEAM A "FAVOUR" . BUNCH OF  SUCKERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, sorry I have to break my hiatus from blogging with this outburst. But it really disgusts me how some of this fans blame teams that doesn't concern them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post a proper post soon, mainly on what's up with my life and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah , I've committed the mother of all sins! I FREAKING FORGOT TO BLOG A BIRTHDAY POST TO MY SWEETHEART JESSICA ALBA, SOMETHING WHICH I HAVE NOT FAILED TO DO FOR THE PAST 3 YEARS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so here it is ...  HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESSICA MARIE ALBA ! I STILL LOVE YOU! &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-8354553238394571789?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/8354553238394571789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=8354553238394571789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8354553238394571789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8354553238394571789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-is-every-man-u-fan-sore-about.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-3393153672751362645</id><published>2010-03-30T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:43:04.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally no more queer janitors and pervert Banglahs !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-3393153672751362645?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/3393153672751362645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800590572361142749.post-4593584346179246992</id><published>2010-03-06T00:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T00:24:00.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- RIZALBA             The Rated R Superstar            |SHERREMS| says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*yeah we're going clubbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*so must dress smartly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*to attract girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wow  cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*will i be accepted  I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- RIZALBA             The Rated R Superstar            |SHERREMS| says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*dont worry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*the girls in club are very open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*they will dance with anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*two days ago, i went to this club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*once i danced, 4 girls danced around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*i felt happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*they touched me everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DON says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*wow  reallly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- RIZALBA             The Rated R Superstar            |SHERREMS| says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*yeahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*we almost had sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*all 5 of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*but i'm a good Islam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*so i controlled myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is a sucker. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-4593584346179246992?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/4593584346179246992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=4593584346179246992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/4593584346179246992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/4593584346179246992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/03/rizalba-rated-r-superstar-sherrems-says.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-441647225612889707</id><published>2010-03-04T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:37:09.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Being home alone sucks to the very core.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-441647225612889707?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/441647225612889707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=441647225612889707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/441647225612889707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/441647225612889707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-home-alone-sucks-to-very-core.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-2067658916395137712</id><published>2010-02-28T14:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T14:41:04.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to mark this post as something I could look back at and everytime I do I would remind myself that I'm a strong person, for a normal average guy under the same circumstances would'nt be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what happened last night, I've lost almost all ounces of my will to live. Short to say, it's the most disgusting, eternally-traumatizing encounter I've ever experienced. But I regained myself and carried on the entire night. Everything else was fabulous. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's the worst _____ experience bar none. And I'm NEVER EVER gonna talk about this incident again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And fuck yeah, I'm gonna cut my hair so short, that from behind it would say FUCK OFF, I'M A FRIGGING GUY !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-2067658916395137712?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/2067658916395137712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=2067658916395137712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2067658916395137712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2067658916395137712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-to-mark-this-post-as-something-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-5290485073865598081</id><published>2010-02-19T16:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T17:07:39.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unveiling my latest crush in my long line of celebrity crushes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/S35RVJtBZLI/AAAAAAAAABo/k_4xPDmWWAw/s1600-h/wanida-termthanaporn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/S35RVJtBZLI/AAAAAAAAABo/k_4xPDmWWAw/s320/wanida-termthanaporn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439874823733994674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wanida Termthanaporn&lt;/span&gt;. She's a Thai, she's tall, she's pretty and she's hot. And I'm not gonna lie to you but that mark on her upper right thigh bothers me much. Is it a hickey? Is it a birthmark? Ah well, you cant have total perfection everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She starred in the recent Thai box-office horror film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Ex&lt;/span&gt;. And to journey back further, she was also the main star in the utterly rubbish, mood-killing Thai film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nymph&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I have wasted, what it seemed like an eternity, to download that crap movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Wanida, attend to your facebook friend request and accept my request please? (L)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-5290485073865598081?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/5290485073865598081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=5290485073865598081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/5290485073865598081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/5290485073865598081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/02/unveiling-my-latest-crush-in-my-long.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/S35RVJtBZLI/AAAAAAAAABo/k_4xPDmWWAw/s72-c/wanida-termthanaporn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800590572361142749.post-6869336882994961174</id><published>2010-02-08T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:37:29.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Woman seeks "Jessica Alba" makeover to win back lover&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SHANGHAI - A Chinese woman is seeking extensive plastic surgery to look like U.S. actress Jessica Alba, mainly because she hopes to win back her boyfriend who she said always wished she looked more like the Hollywood star.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 21-year-old, who would only give her name as Xiaoqing, said she was devastated after she broke up with her lover, an ardent fan of the actress who has starred in hit movies such as "Fantastic Four" and "Into the Blue."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xiaoqing, who works at an Internet firm in Shanghai, said that during their 18-month-long relationship, her 28-year-old boyfriend had been obsessed with Alba, adorning their apartment with her photographs and talking about her constantly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She said that while her boyfriend had not forced her to look like Alba, he always hinted that the wanted her to resemble his favorite star and even bought her a blonde wig to wear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A month ago, Xiaoqing left her boyfriend, whom she did not name, because his Alba obsession became too much for her. But now she says she can't get over the break-up and wants him back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When I broke up with my boyfriend, I was very sad," she told Reuters at the Shanghai Time Plastic Surgery Hospital which has agreed to help her fulfill her wish.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"My friends... kept consoling me but it did not work, so they suggested I do plastic surgery to look like her ."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The hospital said Xiaoqing would need multiple surgeries to alter her eyes and nose so that they would resemble Alba's. They also agreed to do it for free to showcase their surgery skills.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hospital director Jiang Shan said he had personally spoken to Xiaoqing and advised her to think seriously about the procedure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If she wants to look much better than she does now, for example if she wants her skin to look smoother and her overall facial facade to look more beautiful, I think we are able to help her fulfill her wishes," Jiang said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"But if she wants to totally look like Jessica Alba, I would think she is still not confident of herself and that she needs to solve this problem psychologically."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shortly after the break-up, Xiaoqing posted a comment on a local web forum asking for help to win her boyfriend back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She said that despite the many bloggers who advised her against having cosmetic surgery, she was keen on it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As a member of the younger generation in this country, I have a choice to decide what I want in life," she said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have never been able to let him go. If in the end he still does not accept me after I undergo the plastic surgeries, I will give up. I will then choose to let go, start afresh and live life by myself," she added.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Xiaoqing said she would speak to her mother, who lives in Hubei province, while visiting home during the annual lunar new year holiday before making a final decision.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The hospital said it was not unusual for young women such as Xiaoqing to undergo cosmetic surgery to look like celebrities.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The government estimates billions of yuan are spent each year by Chinese on plastic surgery, which is seen by many as a way to boost job or marriage prospects in a highly competitive society.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll be jetting off to China if I decided to stop pursuing the real thing D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-6869336882994961174?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/6869336882994961174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=6869336882994961174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6869336882994961174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6869336882994961174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/02/woman-seeks-jessica-alba-makeover-to.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-3179373515688912339</id><published>2010-01-27T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T11:37:37.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raymond Lam will only be a very very good lecturer if..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jessica Alba comes out of the closet and admits she's actually a guy. (the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FUCKING&lt;/span&gt; horror!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Malay society decides it's okay to eat pork.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gary Neville and Carlos Tevez are actually gay partners. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maria Ozawa decides to kill &lt;s&gt;me&lt;/s&gt; most of the men and retires from the pornography industry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-3179373515688912339?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/3179373515688912339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=3179373515688912339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/3179373515688912339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/3179373515688912339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2010/01/raymond-lam-will-only-be-very-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-5660569884528228538</id><published>2009-12-28T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:13:28.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to immediately post after Christmas night, but the night ended till morning, and I was already jaded by then. FYI, I was out that whole day, so yeah, late post now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was awesome! Okay, not so much during the afternoon part of it where the family and I caught &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks&lt;/span&gt; at West Mall. Some people say they're adorable but I'd call it an-hour-plus-of-ear-screeching session. I really hated those chipmunks. Their voices, ugh God. Oh well, at least the younger ones enjoyed it, I cant complain much though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when it's night time, met up with the secondary best buddies, Saiful, Niap Fong, Hongzhou and Raj. We practically hunged out inside Saiful's car throughout the night while he drives us to places. It was really great, and at one time, we drove to Changi Village in hope for something to scare us to our wits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead we were scared silly by the trannies put on show ! LOL. They might have dicks but boy, they sure can doll themselves up to be one fucking slutty lady, even to the extent of casually changing their clothes in the middle of the road !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niap Fong looked as if he wanted to puke any second while Saiful was so shaken that he was unable to start the car at all ! Everyone nearly pissed in their pants(well, except Raj. I guess trannies are his fetish) because we were driving very close proximity to them and who knows what the trannies might do. It was definitely scaring us, probably even scarier than the thing we actually came for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next time we hang out, I'm sure we'll be going back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changi is definitely putting Geylang out of business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-5660569884528228538?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/5660569884528228538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=5660569884528228538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/5660569884528228538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/5660569884528228538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/12/wanted-to-immediately-post-after.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-1307230644629039408</id><published>2009-12-25T00:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:50:12.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Face it kids, Santa Claus is nothing but a big-bellied overweight myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The empty cookie plate and class jar, yeah, that's just the work of your dad or brothers who always starve in the middle of the night while you kids were asleep. And they're probably too lazy to make the entire long journey to the kitchen, so yeah, the food by the fireplace makes life easier for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop hoping for a spectacular sight across the sky of that big guy, with a big haversack on a sleigh, pulled by dozens of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rudolphes&lt;/span&gt;, waiting for your gifts to be magically descended from the chimney and all those crap  - My God, think of the sleep you kids can get from all that !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter, sometimes it's good to drown in your own less-than-logical world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Gods didnt grant me my wishes, so I'll try my luck with this big fat red guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is a life-size statue of Jessical Alba, with skin-like texture and no tampering to any kind of measurements. Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays readers !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-1307230644629039408?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/1307230644629039408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=1307230644629039408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/1307230644629039408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/1307230644629039408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/12/face-it-kids-santa-claus-is-nothing-but.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-4416438060167899522</id><published>2009-12-23T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T02:18:51.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soccer definitely wasnt the best, personally for me atleast. I played like a total jackass. My form wasnt there, my positioning's dreadful, my passing's outrageous and I wasnt composed enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team drew 4-4 in the end, so I guess its not that bad considering we've not been playing together in a long time and the climate did not suit us at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to improve on this. Ya know, just before next year MDE Games Day, so we can be in a really good shape with the whole squad clicked together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again ... I wanna take part in badminton. Um, mixed double. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-4416438060167899522?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/4416438060167899522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=4416438060167899522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/4416438060167899522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/4416438060167899522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/12/soccer-definitely-wasnt-best-personally.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-7871984917510323863</id><published>2009-12-22T00:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:32:44.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont you ever hate the situation of when someone you used to talk to alot in the past but now acts like a total stranger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, life's like that. People come and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-7871984917510323863?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/7871984917510323863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=7871984917510323863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/7871984917510323863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/7871984917510323863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/12/dont-you-ever-hate-situation-of-when.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-6034837357356736272</id><published>2009-11-15T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:57:45.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah. Such a long time since I logged into this blogger. Just dont feel like blogging, really. But since I'm here, ah well, lets make some good out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt; today, with Niap Fong and Hongzhou. The movie is a total blockbuster though we could really enjoy it more if we hadnt need to sit 4 seats away from the gigantic screen. We didnt have a choice really, because its either the 2pm show or no show at all as Niap has to go off early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there I go, practically straining my neck for the entire 2 hour plus duration of the show. And my eyes were'nt spared either. I had partial dizzy spells from looking up way too long. But that didnt really bother me actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really gotten to me was how I actually was close to tears during the show ! Not once but twice ! Omfg! I mean come one. I'm a total diehard for gorey and bloodthirsty kinda flicks. And all that blood spewing doesnt faze me one bit . But to nearly give in to a film about how the Earth went through a couple of tsunamis and gazillions of building and skyscrapers collapsed on grounds that rumbles and tumbles like the waves (which I think would be uber cool if that happens in real life; the wave ground, not tsunamis)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really got to find myself. But eh, atleast I'm not totally dead inside hor ? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-6034837357356736272?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/6034837357356736272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=6034837357356736272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6034837357356736272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6034837357356736272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/11/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-2663536558339619866</id><published>2009-10-05T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:32:59.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A really fucking blast with the secondary school guys for my birthday celebration on 3rd Oct. You guys are the best .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-2663536558339619866?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/2663536558339619866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=2663536558339619866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2663536558339619866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2663536558339619866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/10/really-fucking-blast-with-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-6180866610478759286</id><published>2009-09-29T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:31:50.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First and foremost, gratitude of the greatest magnitude are in order for the people who took time, not to mention their spent 5 cents, to send me the greatest well wishes on my birthday today. Be it online or through text, it really means a lot to me. You guys are the best. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work today was relatively fun. Sure it's a different working environment now, what with the guys going away to Pahang for 5 days and I'm mixing with the section of colleagues with whom I rarely have conversation with before. But the past two days was nothing to what I have thought it would be. They are actually friendly people and they are easy to talk to. I reckon if this goes on, the 5 days that my closer friends are away, they will never be missed ! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after work, met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;. Since it's my birthday, she wanted to treat me to dinner. Its a good thing too as it's been long since we hung out and yeah, exchange news about our lives.. And so we dined in at Swensens ( not that its my choice ! ). And as usual, she would bitch about people, about how this certain person&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; blah blah blah&lt;/span&gt; and I would always be the one, listening to her every rants. Not that I'm complaining though. This has happened for the last 7 years of my life and I'm kinda immune to it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such a rare dinner mix consisting of Fish Fillet Spaghetti and Chewy Chocolate Milkshake, that wasnt even that chewy actually, we decided to go Jurong Point, as she wants to get her hands on the latest&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bloc Party&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arctic Monkeys&lt;/span&gt; CD. She got her CDs but I dont know what gotten into her that she suddenly wants to go Lot 1 now, this time to window shop at Cotton On.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initally I wanted to accompany her but I recalled how David the boss almost got into bitch fit mode during work today and that scared the every strands of my hair that I dare not arrive late for work tomorrow. And so, I decided to call it a night and we part ways at the MRT station. Before we do though, she handed me this watch. As a birthday gift ! ^^ THANK YOU !&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-6180866610478759286?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/6180866610478759286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=6180866610478759286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6180866610478759286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6180866610478759286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-and-foremost-gratitude-of.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-7160213481574617752</id><published>2009-09-19T19:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:59:26.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last day of fasting! Woohoo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I have to wake up so darn early in the morning just to finish up a bowl of plain rice with measly dish to go, which by the way, I have failed most of the time and ended up with my head flat on the table, sleeping. And an empty glass to show for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I have to think twice about spewing words from my mouth and worry about people breathing down my neck, telling me it's "the month where you can't say that word".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I have to hear those constant ever-annoying reminders from people to stop myself from having my imaginations running wild into the wilderness of kinky fantasies and sadomasochism thoughts, given how much of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tiko, pervert and milf&lt;/span&gt; I appear to them when they know I am totally not anyone of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I have to receive the everyday harmless provocation yet sarcastic "Have u eaten?" or "What are you eating today?" or "What will u be having for lunch later?" from friends that, at the same time, desperately wanted me to break my fast way earlier than the time intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer do I have to look forward to seeing them at the lunch table munching away their food and the fragrant of it, most often that not, came wafted across my nostrils to give me the tinge of reminder of how I have endured the day without any form of food and all I have got to be contend with is playing the increasingly dull Pro Evolution Soccer on PSP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably the best of all, no longer do I have to suffer the excruciating wait past 7pm to gawk at Jessica Alba, or any other sultry woman that's worth gawking at for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA TO ALL MUSLIMS WHO FAST THE FULL 30 DAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-7160213481574617752?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/7160213481574617752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=7160213481574617752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/7160213481574617752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/7160213481574617752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-day-of-fasting-woohoo-no-longer-do.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-7778068401459052248</id><published>2009-09-15T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:05:00.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In keeping up with the tradition of having a new hairstyle for every new upcoming semester, I have been back and forth about what stunt of a hairstyle I should get. Well, maybe I wouldn't need to cut. I could just twine every single strand of this finely-spoiled hair together and make into a really really cool Rastafarian-like dread locks hairdo. Then again, I'm not prepared to spend that much in dolling up my hair all over again. Plus, what would that mean for my recreational soccer matches? With the sweat and stench coming from running all over the field under the burning hot sun, I guess dread lock's out of the window . I probably should just cut it short. Like your typical secondary school kid. Hurhur~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hair, Alex Turner finally decided to let his long! Perhaps this is how he want the public to know that, with the new album, this new so-called "slightly dark and deep" image relate to how the music in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Humbug&lt;/span&gt; are like. Alex Turner is the front man of the super-indie band &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arctic Monkeys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by the way&lt;/span&gt;, to those no so much into indie music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Alex Turner, I purchased their latest album today even though I have downloaded it &lt;s&gt;illegally&lt;/s&gt; online a week ago. I don't know but I felt bloody happy upon my transaction of the soft-cover album. The songs are not pretty bad though people may label this album as "the one where Alex tweaked too much with his music that it went awfully wrong" and "it's music has no definite direction". Perhaps people are disappointed after seeing their first two albums, which by the way has quite a different genre in some of their songs but yet was well-received by listeners, this latest album is nothing like those two. Well, that's what I like about them. They don't build on their previous success, instead they work on something new. Something that people may or may not like but as time passes by, most of them usually grow to like as in the case for me too. At first I kinda dislike their new sound, but after listening to it several time, I can't go a day without listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I better stop blabbering stuffs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-7778068401459052248?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/7778068401459052248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=7778068401459052248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/7778068401459052248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/7778068401459052248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-keeping-up-with-tradition-of-having.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-4454898861504728355</id><published>2009-09-08T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:31:01.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No. 1&lt;br /&gt;No. 2&lt;br /&gt;No. 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything gone liao lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-4454898861504728355?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/4454898861504728355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=4454898861504728355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/4454898861504728355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/4454898861504728355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/09/no.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-9032653322833820851</id><published>2009-09-07T19:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:46:33.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The cutest Malay girl I've seen in real life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-9032653322833820851?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/9032653322833820851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=9032653322833820851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/9032653322833820851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/9032653322833820851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/09/cutest-malay-girl-ive-seen-in-real-life.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-7093049233519068505</id><published>2009-08-22T00:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:11:20.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Study week is almost coming to an end. And it's a shame that I didn't really maximize the week for my own revision. Well, there's only 2 days left and the salient thing to do right now would be studying like a maniac. I've set a target to revise 10 hours from each of the days. Hopefully, I'd achieve that and get my exams over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 hours more and its that month of the year again. A month where we Muslims have to go through a test of willpower and stomach endurance during that 30 days. And which also means I'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; Trying my very best not to dig my nose during the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Resisting from spouting any cussword of any kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Banishing all kinds of explicit thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ultra cautious with the opposite sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Restricting myself from ogling at Jessica Alba ( oh the torture :/ )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I don't see why I can't complete the month without any problems, the current situations have made this possibly the most challenging one yet, for revision for exams will no longer quite be the same with the lack of nutrition aiding me through the long hours in my studies; I just find that munching on something has a galvanizing effect on me when it comes to studying . Oh, and I will also have to attend the papers with a barren stomach, some as long as 2 hours. How would that turn out, I'll never know. But all that wouldn't even compare to how it would be when I'll be working during the Sem break. It'll be dragging and carrying art pieces to and fro for 10 odd hours, with a throat as dry as the Sahara Desert. It felt like shit the last time out, so I guess I'll be going through that same shit all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps the most threatening one would be the Chineses ( basically my friends ) . No doubt they'll be out in full force, trying all sorts of methods and persuasion ways to try and make me give in to temptation. Well, I've got this treatment almost every year for as long as I can remember. But I've coped well every year and no amount of thick and chocolatey Nutella on bread or pizza with rich capsicum and pepper toppings or that succulent chicken chop from canteen 4 can move me .. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do a temporary journal about the 30 days I'll be going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.   Oh, and Mr Lam, if you are reading this, you would have been proud of me no? For I have utilized the Bullet tag in this post, appropriately and professionally. Who would have thought that your teachings didn't went down the drain aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S   Please don't kick me out of Ngee Ann.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-7093049233519068505?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/7093049233519068505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=7093049233519068505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/7093049233519068505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/7093049233519068505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/08/study-week-is-almost-coming-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-3231316964585876039</id><published>2009-08-08T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:22:43.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weird. I was playing Pro E 2009,  using Atletico Madrid and Sergio Aguero scored in a match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real life about minutes ago, Atletico Madrid scored against Liverpool. And guess who's the scorer? Sergio Aguero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm complaining. I always knew he's an excellent player, be it in television or the PSP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-3231316964585876039?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/3231316964585876039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=3231316964585876039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/3231316964585876039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/3231316964585876039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/08/weird.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-5853293831874198042</id><published>2009-08-02T15:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:11:03.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Past few days have been pretty mundane to say the least. School life has not been that enriching too, partly because I hardly understand whats going on during lessons. It seems like projects and assignments are always stacked above one another, never-endingly, and I have yet to complete any one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening part of Friday was spent watching a second re-run of Harry Potter, using Kai Yang's free movie vouchers along with Gavin, Scott and Wen Hao. We actually would like to catch The Hangover but the vouchers have certain limitations to what movies we were allowed to watch. So, we kept dallying over Harry Potter and Transformers( these two have the only reasonable time slot then) and in the end, we decided to go with Harry Potter( make no secret, the all-natural woman Emma Watson was the reason why we decided to choose this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought it would be very enjoyable seeing Emma on the big screen for the 2nd time, plus being 3 seats away from the screen, I can see her upclose. And I mean REAL close. But somehow the appeal, like during the first time, just wasn't there. And I... dozed off a few times. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with the second time, I can confirmed that ... Ginny is like the most sexually-driven person of the show(oh, and that fat pig Lavender too). When she kinda go down to Harry's leg to tie his shoelace, which gave me such a totally different impression, Gavin turned to me and gave me a smirk. And I was thinking exactly the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty minds think alike yeah! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-5853293831874198042?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/5853293831874198042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=5853293831874198042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/5853293831874198042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/5853293831874198042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-few-days-have-been-pretty-mundane.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-926388905637799486</id><published>2009-07-18T00:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:20:07.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I thought all Chinese girls are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Until I met you&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/4800590572361142749-926388905637799486?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/926388905637799486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=926388905637799486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/926388905637799486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/926388905637799486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-i-thought-all-chinese-girls-are.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-306154330960011927</id><published>2009-07-03T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T23:56:28.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh look, its already Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say my first week of school since the holidays was the best. To start off,  C.T results was very very bad although I know I deserve the shiteous marks for I have not been studying as much as I would and should, days prior to the tests. And as much as I wanted to blame Facebook.com and all its highly addictive games and inappropriately dirty quizzes, I am also starting to realise how much significant and a bore-buster Facebook.com can be during long boring nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cold weather. Because more often than not, I'll get sick. Screw the flu! Screw the fever! This has of course led to my ever-despairing attendances record to a whole new despairing level. I probably should cut myself some slack since its only the 1st week and it's not like I actually wanted to skip lessons but the bigger picture is that I'll lose out in studies. And I don't know what got into me but during the 3 days when I was sick, a little tiny completely minuscule part of me hoped that it's actually the 'famous' H1N1 flu, the same damn flu that have conveniently suspended some schools, so that NP would follow suit and closed down temporarily. E-learning will be a bitch like it has always been no doubt, but people like me who just simply abhor waking up in the morning for school will rejoice to this.. Yeah, it will be a happy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A totally different note : I got a rude shock when I heard about Michael Owen being linked with Man U. I mean, it can't be happening. Just can't. How can he join Liverpool's most hated rival when he's a born and bred Scouser? He's been my idol all these years ( even my email has his name ) and I'm sure as hell will certainly go into unbearable trauma if he eventually joins the Devils. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-306154330960011927?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/306154330960011927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=306154330960011927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/306154330960011927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/306154330960011927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-look-its-already-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-6359310534398904733</id><published>2009-06-19T01:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T01:55:17.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Played soccer at NP Kismis on Wednesday. It was one bitch of a weather. But even so we managed to grind out a 6-5 win. I gotta give it to the team man. They never gave up. Despite the blistering weather, everyone was fighting like there's no tomorrow. Dominic was like Superman pulling out diving saves after diving saves, Jia Ming scored the sweetest volley I've seen in a while and the others too who did their work decently. Pretty ecstatic too, as I scored a perfect hat trick ( right foot, left foot, header ). Though I have done this twice before, the fact that I achieved this on the field make it more special; the other two came on hardcourt. It was even sweeter, knowing this is the same team that trashed us on the last match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinata Outing at Sentosa on Thursday. The weather hadn't change, more like it got worse! No racist statement intended, but most of us were like those Hindus walking on burning charcoals. The sand was just unforgiving. My soles were terribly turned reddish by that. Oh well, atleast the fun was worth it. Volleyballs, soccer, water dunking, taupok and whatnots. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suprising. 2 straight days of sun bathing and I didn't get any sun burnt. Guess the weather God is being fair to the dark-skinned people..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-6359310534398904733?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/6359310534398904733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=6359310534398904733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6359310534398904733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6359310534398904733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/06/played-soccer-at-np-kismis-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-7298806093347997814</id><published>2009-06-02T15:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:15:57.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friend.BUDDIES.classmate.GAYPARTNERS.goodfriend.YINYANG.b&amp;amp;w.OREOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;different.UNFRIENDLY.fineline.INVISIBLEWALL.coldshoulder.IGNORANT.&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;It sucks to be someone who gets in between two opposing people. Middle men are supposed to be the one monitoring everything without suffering any consequences but yet they may be the one who loses everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't betray, I don't backstab. Just please, let everything be normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I hate this part right here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-7298806093347997814?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/7298806093347997814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=7298806093347997814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/7298806093347997814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/7298806093347997814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/06/friend.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-8518299623207873238</id><published>2009-05-22T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:50:10.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didnt really have a good night sleep. Had to rush to school to carry out a birthday surprise plan. The night earlier, Shawn and me made up our mind to crash Maxine's classroom before she have her lesson and place her birthday gifts there + a kinda nice whiteboard drawing of 'Happy Birthday' and a funny drawing of Maxine herself with baggy shirt and pants with the words 'NRA' designed across the shirt. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lesson starts at 8.30 and we arrived there 30 mins earlier. So yeah, its kinda rushing, which explains why the drawing is a little gibberish. Haha. It took a lot more time than we expected so after some fast drawing, we clean every suspicious thing up and left. As we made our way back, one guy went in the class. Had we left a little bit longer though, that guy would surely wretch our plan. That was a close shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She received the presents and saw the drawings and she thought it was quite funny how we state the present as 'Korean Goods' since her idol, Daesung, is a Korean. We even credited the presents to be from Daesung! Lmao. Well, atleast that made her happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/ShafO4Wm9TI/AAAAAAAAABg/EgmrcbO8QwE/s1600-h/P1000776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/ShafO4Wm9TI/AAAAAAAAABg/EgmrcbO8QwE/s320/P1000776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338629486288500018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From one birthday to another, and this time it's Hong Zheng's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bf class, the SLs made our way to LT51 for a really bashing birthday. We bought a cake for him and ... with a cake, comes a cake to the face! Haha. Kinda made me feel pity for his hair though because it's really stressing to clean up on a hair full of cake cream. As if that was'nt enough, he got the Aruba treatment! The mob took him by his legs, spread it wide and good and charge him towards the nearest pole. That must have really knocked the jizz out of his balls. Hahaha. AND it that was'nt enough, he also got the good ol' tapok treatment! HAHAHHA. Poor guy. Oh well, you can never be assured of a safe birthday with the SLs. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-8518299623207873238?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/8518299623207873238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=8518299623207873238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8518299623207873238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8518299623207873238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/05/didnt-really-have-good-night-sleep_22.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/ShafO4Wm9TI/AAAAAAAAABg/EgmrcbO8QwE/s72-c/P1000776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800590572361142749.post-2620402905847704943</id><published>2009-05-22T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:18:51.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a rough night yesterday. I couldn't sleep. I was tossing and turning throughout. Too many thoughts ran into me. Mental pictures of randomness, I couldn't name them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say when u think of something or someone very hard before going to sleep, most likely you'll dream of the things u thought before. It was proven right many a times this week. But probability of it happening in real life - zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Matt was nice to give me a wake-up call today. Appreciate it lots. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-2620402905847704943?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/2620402905847704943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=2620402905847704943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2620402905847704943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2620402905847704943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-had-rough-night-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-2256065552837872781</id><published>2009-05-16T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T21:59:30.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ignore previous post can. I'm just ... wasn't myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I kinda feel my English vocab has remained stagnant since the last 12 months. Seriously, I haven't come across any new words and this points to the fact that I have not borrowed library books at all as compared to last time where I regard the library as a haven. But who can blame me? I have an outstanding $40++ of overdue fine since the last 5 years which restricts me from borrowing any books. And don't hope I'll settle it any soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is precisely why I have been addicted to Facebook's Word Challenge! It's pretty much like Text Twirl, which similarly I have been addicted to last time, but Word Challenge offers much more. Like there's the unique find-your-friend's-name bonus round if you manage to form a word of 6 letters. Best of all, it certainly satisfy my thirst to learn new words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really shouldn't be playing. Lots of assignment to do. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Please don't start about Manure winning the epl. Please I say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-2256065552837872781?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/2256065552837872781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=2256065552837872781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2256065552837872781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2256065552837872781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/05/ignore-previous-post-can.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-6602066539133959308</id><published>2009-05-13T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:36:28.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I step into the house, feeling like a thousand types of shit. I just had soccer but it was not that. If anything, the session was great. Sls and some freshmen really made the game enjoyable. What wasn't though is that my team lost to Stanley's. It didn't bother me. We were playing 5 a side on the big kismis field and all of us were made to pant like dogs. But it's okay. It was the first time playing with each other and the virgin's experience's all that mattered. Plus, I got first hand showing what a real gem of a player one freshmen is. Nice. There is sure to have more soccer sessions again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what's with me. I told myself many times in the past it wont happen again, this nervous cold-feet behaviour I always go through whenever the 'she' is around me. Everytime the half part of me wants to go right beside her and talk to her, opening a decent topic, making me feel good in front of her. The other half, tells me to stand a certain radius away from her, the vibes she's sending may not be good, and if I do go next to her, I may just fell flat on my face, maybe because of how pathetic my attempt at starting a convo will be. I feel so fucked in the heart, mind and - urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just now I didn't approach her. Just like the day before. And the day before that. Face it, I'm a coward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-6602066539133959308?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/6602066539133959308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=6602066539133959308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6602066539133959308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6602066539133959308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-step-into-house-feeling-like-thousand.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-1397544459564710744</id><published>2009-05-06T20:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T21:29:45.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have lost my masculinity. But only for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS today &lt;s&gt;forced&lt;/s&gt; required me to cross-dress as a woman. So, I borrowed sis' full body outfit, niece's shoes and aunt's make-up tools. Omg, they were actually so efficient about me dressing as a woman! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan was to sashay around Orchard Road, asking random people whether they're willing to lend their handphones. With this tranny look, I have managed to garner two successful lenders. One was a secondary school student, and the other a mid-30s woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the whole experiment was very unnerving for me. I mean, its already bad enough to cross dress(not to mention make up)  as a woman in the middle of a famous place like Orchard Road. Plus, I have to wear a skirt, with ONLY MY UNDIES UNDERNEATH, NO BOXERS! This means my bottom are at the mercy of some .... you know what, nvm. I even got 2 foreign workers disturbing me sia. KNNCCB. Come singapore work la, not to look at sexy she-males!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after everything, we decided to record a rape scene in the middle of the walkway. I was the victim and Matt and Jun Jie was the duo rapist with Shawn as the 'hero'. LOL. It was damn funny I tell you. In the end, the so-called hero also raped me. LOLOLOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND in the midst of all the raping( i was instructed to lie on the floor), my leg kinda... spread apart.. and um, .. the girls caught sight of my undies sia! SHITS. It felt worse than getting rape siol. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Taka for breakfast+lunch. The other group ate with us. Hmm. Let me see if I can remember their names.. Yoke May, Maxine, Rebbecca and Jamie. yeahhhh! :) Friendly bunch of people la they all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will upload the tranny picahs here. Or else, fb .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-1397544459564710744?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/1397544459564710744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=1397544459564710744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/1397544459564710744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/1397544459564710744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-lost-my-masculinity.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-6176901855448744739</id><published>2009-05-03T02:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T02:44:50.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/SfyQ2mPKyKI/AAAAAAAAABI/vzAZJ1N0-k0/s1600-h/Fridaythe13th2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/SfyQ2mPKyKI/AAAAAAAAABI/vzAZJ1N0-k0/s320/Fridaythe13th2009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331295326551328930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Friday the 13th with my secondary school mates today. I was pretty pumped-up with anticipation actually, being such a massive fan of gore and violence movies. The Saw series, Hostel 1 &amp;amp; 2,  Wrong Turn 1 &amp;amp; 2 and whatnots - I watch it every now and then on my lappy. People say I'm a sadist but let's just say they dont know me enough. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didnt really brace myself for the movie. The killings was so inhumane and bodies were mutilated grotesquely, I wonder what kind of filthy sick and demented bastard Jason's mom raised her child to be. I kept making those girly little squeaky sound throughout the movie. And to think I'm a fan of these kind of films! Brutal killings were generously sprinkled all over the parts of the movie so that you'll be sitting on the edge of your seat all the time. Fans of horror movies,  if you want a new kind of scare, then look no further than this. Oh trust me, this WILL give you a run for your wits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-6176901855448744739?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/6176901855448744739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=6176901855448744739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6176901855448744739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6176901855448744739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/05/watched-friday-13th-with-my-secondary.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/SfyQ2mPKyKI/AAAAAAAAABI/vzAZJ1N0-k0/s72-c/Fridaythe13th2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800590572361142749.post-2840242035209826034</id><published>2009-04-30T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:24:01.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Your days may not always be rosy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;the times may not always be sleazy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not asking much but, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;whenever you look at the mop,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;please think of me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330489848861913730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/Sfm0RoA9coI/AAAAAAAAABA/S2pxKOSmTNo/s320/416069432_0f2569bc82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wtf did I just said. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-2840242035209826034?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/2840242035209826034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=2840242035209826034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2840242035209826034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2840242035209826034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-days-may-not-always-be-rosy-times.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/Sfm0RoA9coI/AAAAAAAAABA/S2pxKOSmTNo/s72-c/416069432_0f2569bc82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800590572361142749.post-1628873993507581286</id><published>2009-04-26T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:39:35.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>23/04/09&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328993159480271810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/SfRjC1lO48I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OJ7_pmjJGKA/s320/mde+zai!.jpg" border="0" /&gt; WOO HOO! Our division, Multidiscipline Engineering, won the Mass Dance competition. Told you, we can shake it! Haha. We beat 10 more schools for the coveted trophy, including school of Film Media Studies and Health Sciences which I think delievered two of the most stand-out performance. But well oh well, Mechanical Engineering and MDE was the top 2 finalist. And eventually, we won! Probably because we were the most organised, most passionate and most original in our dance moves. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This were the same dance moves my group, COLA, thought of back during Peer Mentoring Camp. It was such a long way back and honestly I didnt think we would win it. But now that MDE is the best among NP, I'm so happpyy siolllll! I'm so proud of Cola, the Pinata people and of course everyone in MDE. :))))&lt;/p&gt;24/04/09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328994016600251122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/SfRj0umj2vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/O6KbL6MJoOI/s320/hop+nite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Hop Night was meant to be a dance party in the Convention Centre for the freshmen but who cares? Me and the rest of the Year 2 people just went. LOL. At first there were difficulties cause some of us didnt have tickets and yeah, our damn student card doesnt prove we're actually Year 1. But some of us knew the staffs there and a quick sweet talks gave us the entry. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the DJ sucked. Some of the songs were played twice. But I had fun nevertheless. Jia Ming and Kai Yang even 'mopped' me. It's like they held me upside down like how they hold a mop, and they began 'mopping' the floor with my hair! LOLOL. Kay an an lor. I think that could be a new dance move. Step aside shufflers! HAHAH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pictures in fb. As usual. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-1628873993507581286?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/1628873993507581286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=1628873993507581286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/1628873993507581286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/1628873993507581286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/04/230409-woo-hoo-our-division.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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/_tIbVHvOSBEw/SfRjC1lO48I/AAAAAAAAAAs/OJ7_pmjJGKA/s72-c/mde+zai!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800590572361142749.post-8285900623371210880</id><published>2009-04-12T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:55:16.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had soccer in the middle of the day. It was scorching hot. Like for real. We were obviously affected by the heat that we lost so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After soccer, went to a hospice. A sick relative. Truth is, I cant really make out how I'm related to her but all I know she's suffering from cancer. With needles and pipes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whatnots&lt;/span&gt; going through and out her body, she was mightily weak to even talk. I always have sympathy for this kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what made me more touched was how she mustered all her strength to talk to me, ask me one question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She : Son.. Are... you a... girl or guy?&lt;br /&gt;Me : I'm a guy.. Now go to sleep okay. You need to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aiyo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Hospital also got ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-8285900623371210880?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/8285900623371210880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=8285900623371210880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8285900623371210880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8285900623371210880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/04/had-soccer-in-middle-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-2952912441839796193</id><published>2009-03-15T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:40:09.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE FOLLOWING POST WILL BE ABOUT FOOTBALL. NON FOOTBALL ENTHUSIASTS PLEASE LOOK AWAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the time, not so long ago, when two of Europe's giant powerhouse locked horns in a match in the UEFA competition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, watching Manchester United and Real Madrid, going head to head staging one of the most awe-inspiring match in recent memory. As a neutral of the match, it was really a feast for the eyes. No one can blame me though. The story was, it also drove a certain filthy rich Russian into liking football so much, he immediately took over a mediocre team and almost monopolise the football market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo, the Brazilian, scored a hat-trick on that day despite losing out in the spectacular 4-3 see-saw match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I sat there thinking. Which team could inflict such scoreline to either one of the team and came out winning? Given how they played on that match, I could'nt think of any match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fast forward to today.. BAM!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last week, Liverpool mauled Madrid 4-0 in the Champions League. And 5 days after that, Liverpool cruised to a 4-1 win over Manchester United. At Old Trafford. :D :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313083290822311618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/SbvdGmOG_sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ENL75ykW_n0/s320/lfc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Liverpool played defensively well today. They were so resolute. And from this and the Bernabeu showing, it is definitely a masterstroke by Rafa. Contrary to what the critics say, this is not negative football. I feel Rafa has received a lot of stick for playing defensive football when it's actually all part of the masterplan. Even so, Liverpool would'nt have scored this much just now. Common football sense will tell you that you can't always go all out, playing beautiful attacking football on opponent's ground especially against top European sides like Manure and Madrid. It's all about striking a balance; knows when to attack in numbers and know when to 'park a bus' in front of the goalpost. Rafa did what most of the other managers failed to do. Win at the toughest venues e.g. Old Trafford, Bernabeu, Nou Camp etc etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So everyone should rest off Rafa's case about boring negative football. Instead, give him the long overdue credit he has been cringing for. Because he deserves it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-2952912441839796193?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/2952912441839796193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=2952912441839796193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2952912441839796193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2952912441839796193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/03/following-post-will-be-about-football.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/SbvdGmOG_sI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ENL75ykW_n0/s72-c/lfc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800590572361142749.post-2692913395555082879</id><published>2009-02-22T17:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T17:18:47.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:impact;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;amsel in &lt;span style="font-family:impact;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;ilemma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;What's your favorite subject? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ocial &lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tudies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What's your favorite sport?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;treet &lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;occer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What's your favorite food?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;weet n &lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;our fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What do you love to do?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;leeping and &lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tudying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What's your favorite cartoon?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-the &lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;impson&lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;What's your cellphone brand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;am&lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Who did you last jogged with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;iyao and &lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What's your favourite diner?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ong &lt;span style="font-family:impact;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ohn silvers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh shit. fickle-minded.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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/4800590572361142749-2692913395555082879?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/2692913395555082879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=2692913395555082879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2692913395555082879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2692913395555082879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/02/d-amsel-in-d-ilemma-whats-your-favorite_22.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-8443419368508359993</id><published>2009-02-08T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:36:35.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This few days has not been pretty. This numb-blocked mind of mine has suddenly been realised to the fact that exams are actually 2 weeks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why has it been all fun and games and silly jokes and stupid crushes all this while? Why has'nt it been serious from day one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's been drilled inside our cold hard brain,  the talkings and the hoo-haa, about how poly life is all about fun and games and easy life and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the stress finally hits you, like what I'm going through, then only they know how different it is. Projects, assignments, homeworks, you can't really run away from all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been in the mood these days. But thankfully enough, I have got fantastic friends in school( okay classmates ), who really make their concerns known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better guys. So much better. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Blogging is not right, right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-8443419368508359993?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/8443419368508359993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=8443419368508359993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8443419368508359993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8443419368508359993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-few-days-has-not-been-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-1331589862205216844</id><published>2009-01-24T21:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:28:13.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Mr Low Ker Jiun aka Stanley,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy/girl younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Err.. Probablyyy yeaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is just a number. What matters is the &lt;s&gt;body/sex&lt;/s&gt; heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a new mosque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. What will you be doing tomorrow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably bulding sandcastles in the air, related to today's event. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Works both ways for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. What do you love doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Just being me. And that means basically anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;s&gt;Plot the most evil ways to break them up&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give my blessings already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;YEAP YEAP! STILL AM HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. What makes you sad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have to wake up every wednesday or friday and I go "Oh damn, WP again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. If you’re attached but you feel as if your partner likes someone else too, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Make her know thats she's fucking attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing the someone has done?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Life's too short to hold grudges .. sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. What exactly are you thinking about now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;How she gently reminded us to go to LT51 because the camp was about to start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. What is the most important thing you need from your boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Understanding. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. Do you believe that there’s "Love At First Sight"?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your's gayingly,&lt;br /&gt;and the one who lives nearest to you except Besar,&lt;br /&gt;Raizer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-1331589862205216844?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/1331589862205216844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=1331589862205216844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/1331589862205216844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/1331589862205216844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-mr-low-ker-jiun-aka-stanley-1.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-2194234801750867960</id><published>2009-01-14T19:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:26:31.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had a sweet dream today. Until it turned bad near the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picturing thatGirl in the Makan Place, all alone, looking all so sweet and lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was sitting 5 tables away from her, all alone admiring God's beautiful creation, unbeknowst to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just so perfect. Nice hair, curvy body, exotic complexion and to-die-for smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all the noisy and frantic surrounding, and all those backgrounds you would asscoiate a food place with, gazing at her made time stood still. And the rest around nothing but mere immovable objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when everything turned sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raised her hand, as though she's signalling to someone, probably a friend to indicate where she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, or rather, who comes next was unthinkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A plump white-coloured-bespectacled girl came to her, greeting her with smiles and a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS HOTPOT. I SWEAR IT WAS HER. GODDAMNIT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly forced myself to snap out of my dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bathroom, and it took me 3 showers to really digest that it was just a dream and not a reality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's exactly why I'm late for OSN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have the slightest idea of how it will be if it was REAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in order to get near that special someone, you have to mingle around with that special someone's clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And mingling with hotpot?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the horror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-2194234801750867960?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/2194234801750867960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=2194234801750867960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2194234801750867960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2194234801750867960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-sweet-dream-today.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-8171473226110283146</id><published>2008-12-30T17:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:45:49.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Twisted Logic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sneeze once - Someone misses you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sneeze twice - Your nose is just itchy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sneeze thrice - You're suffering from flu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I sneezed thrice today. Someone's missing me three times. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-8171473226110283146?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/8171473226110283146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=8171473226110283146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8171473226110283146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8171473226110283146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2008/12/twisted-logic-sneeze-once-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-6499023409178437068</id><published>2008-12-22T03:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T04:02:43.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What promised to be a very festive holidays turned out plain boring for me thus far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let see what I have been through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No job for the holidays which means nothing to fill the boredom which means I'm short of cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's school work to be done, esp WP project, OOP project and OSN assignment ( no, i'm not gonna even mention Econs )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rotting at home, either 24/7 hogging the lappy or out and about either playing soccer or running random errands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There you go. My festive period activities. So fun right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And.. I really need a job. I need distraction. From something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-6499023409178437068?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/6499023409178437068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=6499023409178437068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6499023409178437068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6499023409178437068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-1843702164728431607</id><published>2008-12-09T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:16:19.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think Ngee Ann is being very smart and realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know they can't set test papers that's mentally challenging enough, that's why they made us sit at the sub-zero temperature convention center and making us feel uncomfortable at the most harshest of conditions. I tell you, I was freezing to death just now and anymore second after 1.5 hours, I would swear I could develop a frostbite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT nice try in putting me off Ngee Ann, but I WASNT even trying to PASS my Econs paper. BAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-1843702164728431607?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/1843702164728431607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=1843702164728431607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/1843702164728431607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/1843702164728431607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-ngee-ann-is-being-very-smart.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-1625504390061177578</id><published>2008-12-06T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:55:37.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so the evening part of today was spent buying gifts for the party. And all I can say is that we deserve a pat in the back for we, the most pragmatic and the most thrifty, spent wisely within our measly Christmas budget. I think we did a pretty good job, buying decent gifts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 1f01, dont worry. I'm sure you guys will enjoy the gifts. And the party will be a blast, hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, let's take down the Common Test okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-1625504390061177578?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/1625504390061177578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=1625504390061177578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/1625504390061177578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/1625504390061177578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-so-evening-part-of-today-was-spent.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-3343941984121441167</id><published>2008-12-02T23:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T00:10:42.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a long and painful thought, I finally decided to heed my friend's advice, or most probably criticism, and stop doing that thing in the toilet. Ah you guys know right? You know after every pee-ing session and how I um, 'cleanse' myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, because I have a friend who told of a friend whose weenie got amputated because a spider went through his urethra. Dont tell me how possibly could it went in but that guy must really have a big hollow gap! Oh my word.&lt;/br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the story is, this guy was in the middle of a jungle and then 'nature came calling'. And being stucked in the middle of a jungle with no form of any toilet around, he happily pee-ed on the bush. Little did he know a teeny weeny spider swung into his gap and into his um, ding dong. That week, he experienced deformation on his 'jewels' and that thing began to manifest pus. Ewwww. He went to a private doctor and unfortunately, his 'stick' was beyond salvation. He decided to chop off his 'stick' and is now surviving on a prosthetic one. LOL. Okay, the last part I was kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly this gross story that made me think not to continue my 'unique' cleansing procedure. Who knows what bacteria might linger against the urinal wall? And I dont want to risk, seeing my 'little brother' covered with pus. GROSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let this be a lesson to everyone out there. If you're starting to rub your peepee against the urinal, DONT DONT DONT! Chances are, you might end up like my friend's friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-3343941984121441167?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/3343941984121441167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=3343941984121441167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/3343941984121441167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/3343941984121441167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2008/12/after-long-and-painful-thought-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-3436346457734586318</id><published>2008-11-25T23:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:34:32.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look at the picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272618677123995570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/SSwawFYQ17I/AAAAAAAAAAc/U3CCah2RQE8/s320/demi+lovato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What other image comes to your mind when you see that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A) a hooker who could easily earn megabucks at Geylang red-light district.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;B) dont really envision anything. Nothing special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;C) that sweet-looking girl in 03.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Answer: C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dont know about you, but Demi Lovato is freakingly similar to that girl in 03. Which girl? Go figure :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is Wednesday! Woots! Happy hours all day long!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-3436346457734586318?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/3436346457734586318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=3436346457734586318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/3436346457734586318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/3436346457734586318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-at-picture-above.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/SSwawFYQ17I/AAAAAAAAAAc/U3CCah2RQE8/s72-c/demi+lovato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800590572361142749.post-8153908736706467453</id><published>2008-11-18T23:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:30:21.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Ngee Ann is being very unfair to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they only penalise students who arrive to lessons,&lt;br /&gt;as late 14 mins after the start time,&lt;br /&gt;and as absent after 15 mins?&lt;br /&gt;But yet the lecturers,&lt;br /&gt;who some I think is abusing the privilege&lt;br /&gt;of holding a very high position,&lt;br /&gt;arrive anytime as he please&lt;br /&gt;and get the leeway,&lt;br /&gt;as if nothing ever happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they have got to smarten up,&lt;br /&gt;and enforce a rule&lt;br /&gt;to the not-on-time lecturers,&lt;br /&gt;like um, say, a minor paycut?&lt;br /&gt;With the proceeds going to the class fund,&lt;br /&gt;so that we could spend like a royalty for chalet come next March.&lt;br /&gt;HARHARHAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh..&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sooo looking forward to it..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, scratch my ranting about Wednesday 4 post earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I didnt see the best side of Wednesday,&lt;br /&gt;as in literally!&lt;br /&gt;But the goodness of it only runs from 8-11.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, gotta make every sec counts.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-8153908736706467453?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/8153908736706467453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=8153908736706467453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8153908736706467453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8153908736706467453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-think-ngee-ann-is-being-very-unfair.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-2688772528072242609</id><published>2008-11-12T15:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:58:58.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[The rules and regulations:]&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 3 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back !10 Weird things/habits/little known facts about ME!!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;So there 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I hate seeing myself in the mirror. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;-I cant eat without a reading material by my side, especially at home.&lt;br /&gt;-I sleep next to my brothers, literally.&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes cuddle them to sleep too.&lt;br /&gt;-My head is the most sensitive part of my body.&lt;br /&gt;-I express myself better in words rather than vocally.&lt;br /&gt;-Because I dont talk much.&lt;br /&gt;-I examine all my nails after cutting them, throwing them away starting from the sharpest.&lt;br /&gt;-Farted during a job interview before. And I'm still waiting for their call.&lt;br /&gt;-I am a self-confessed &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Necrophilia"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;necrophile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. BUT that was last time. During sec 2. Now no more liao! Hees.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People tagged:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stanley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And those others with blogs can try these (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-2688772528072242609?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/2688772528072242609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=2688772528072242609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2688772528072242609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2688772528072242609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2008/11/rules-and-regulations-1.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-6992335935571768161</id><published>2008-11-05T00:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:40:59.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whats with wisdoms these days anyway? Here’s my take on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1) You will reap what you sow.&lt;br /&gt;(9 months to see the fruit of your efforts. Unfertile ‘soil’ need not bother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2) No man is ever whipped until he quits in his own mind.&lt;br /&gt;(Quit mentally and risk getting bondage-ed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3) Action speaks louder than words.&lt;br /&gt;(Not necessary. In some cases, the groaning drowns the climax)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4) One shall not expect an output for every input.&lt;br /&gt;(Especially if your ‘input’ is protected by a super-thin latex)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Credits : Guan &amp;amp; Stan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-6992335935571768161?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/6992335935571768161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=6992335935571768161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6992335935571768161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/6992335935571768161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-with-wisdoms-these-days-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-8125962846939239683</id><published>2008-11-01T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:13:51.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/SQwdQxv9LXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ycQ0BFIeF1U/s1600-h/NP%27s+45th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263614238558858610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/SQwdQxv9LXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ycQ0BFIeF1U/s320/NP%27s+45th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a night of fun and sweat yesterday. "Clubbing" in the convention center in celebration of Ngee Ann 45th birthday. Everything was a blast. Music. Lights. Food ( I wish it was ). That someone. No I'm just joking. OH! Grinded more guys than girls too. Walao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay i dont know what more to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-8125962846939239683?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/8125962846939239683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=8125962846939239683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8125962846939239683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8125962846939239683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-was-night-of-fun-and-sweat-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tIbVHvOSBEw/SQwdQxv9LXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ycQ0BFIeF1U/s72-c/NP%27s+45th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4800590572361142749.post-8444458675549460520</id><published>2008-10-25T23:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T23:19:50.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally played soccer after a long time out. And it was expectantly tiring. But it was enjoyable throughout the night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I want to apologise to some people because I blew my head off during the game. You see, sometimes I get a little too competitive in stuffs like this. And maybe sometimes I don't like to feel inferior to others. But all that stays in the game. I wont like hold grudges or something after the game. So, to everyone I somesort shouted at, I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-8444458675549460520?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/8444458675549460520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=8444458675549460520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8444458675549460520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/8444458675549460520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-played-soccer-after-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-793899438981072638</id><published>2008-10-22T21:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:18:22.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate Wednesday this Sem. I have 3 hours of OSN in the morning which gets gradually complicated each lesson and 3 hours of Econs in the evening which I consider "sleeping session".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, I had a truly bad hair day. Someone has been happily nozzling her/his shampoo too much that it left me with none today. So I used Baby Johnson shampoo and now it left me with frizzy texture. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed some of us are are different now.. But no. Will need further anlysis to confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I remove the content warning prompt. So anything R-21 in the future( trust me. I have loads waiting to be published), dont say I didnt warn . =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-793899438981072638?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/793899438981072638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=793899438981072638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/793899438981072638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/793899438981072638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-wednesday-this-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-5967219547894360821</id><published>2008-10-19T16:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:19:49.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its raining now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the sun shining it's rays onto every droplets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Creating a golden hue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thus making it look like the golden showers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"GOLDEN SHOWERS"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. Ask Mr Wiki what Golden Showers is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-5967219547894360821?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/5967219547894360821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=5967219547894360821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/5967219547894360821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/5967219547894360821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-raining-now.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</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-4800590572361142749.post-2998065644836369604</id><published>2008-10-17T08:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:16:14.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I made a new blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And let me give you a brief introduction about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi, my name is Raizer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Call me whatever you like. Anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19 this year. Ngee Ann 1st year. Gender somewhat undefined in the eyes of some people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In most eyes, I'm gay. In some, I'm a guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a guy of course. Ever seen a girl with a dick?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nevertheless, I'm always confident with my sexuality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm no pervert and chekopek by nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, I'm not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just acted that way to contribute to the class camaraderie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One more thing you should note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the spontaneous type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever the mood is, I just go with the flow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Act everything on impulse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Greatest piece of advice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nah, I dont have any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4800590572361142749-2998065644836369604?l=its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/feeds/2998065644836369604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4800590572361142749&amp;postID=2998065644836369604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2998065644836369604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4800590572361142749/posts/default/2998065644836369604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-behindcloseddoors.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-im-having-wp-now.html' title=''/><author><name>rizal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14682412439501997631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
