<?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-25662061</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:32:44.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kennY was here</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25662061.post-3799948862358755257</id><published>2008-01-03T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T19:46:49.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year, new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://ma-poubelle.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOVED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-3799948862358755257?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3799948862358755257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=3799948862358755257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/3799948862358755257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/3799948862358755257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year-new-blog.html' title='new year, new blog'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-7358890127977737060</id><published>2007-12-29T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T00:50:56.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let go</title><content type='html'>i really hate it when people tell me how my blog has such a negative effect on readers. i mean, i always thought of it as good clean entertainment compared to other people's. i mean i'll name names if you want. dick chan. my all time favourite blogger and of course secondary school buddy. its not exactly clean, but its good entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess thats where i made the biggest mistake - comparing my blog to those of the worldly kind. yes, it is clean - compared to that. but is it right in the eyes of God? i don't know. i'm sorry to say that i still see no wrong in my previous post about haw par villa. but i know i have posted worse posts and thats why i'm not defending myself against the 'allegations' placed before me. guilty i plead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with the new year fast approaching, i will start blogging on another blog. i have yet to create one but i will. along with this new blog, will come more fruitful posts without compromising on the entertainment department. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really really want to start over again. and since this is where my brain is on display for all to see, this is where it begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i'll be posting again till next year so as a farewell to two double oh seven, these are the best of the year - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best 4X4/SUV - &lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.netcarshow.com/land_rover/2005-discovery_3/800x600/wallpaper_10.htm"&gt;Land Rover Discovery&lt;/a&gt; -  cos it looks cool and is a true offroader. &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.netcarshow.com/mazda/2007-cx-7/800x600/wallpaper_01.htm"&gt;Mazda CX7&lt;/a&gt; - a RX8 with big wheels. &lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.netcarshow.com/chevrolet/2006-captiva/800x600/wallpaper_02.htm"&gt;Chevrolet Captiva&lt;/a&gt; - looks tough. like a 4X4 should. but not as well equipped as the disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst 4X4/SUV - &lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:BMW--X3.jpg"&gt;BMW X3&lt;/a&gt; - low clearance. call that a SUV?&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Porsche_Cayenne_Turbo_front.jpg"&gt;Porche Cayenne&lt;/a&gt; - ugly.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.netcarshow.com/subaru/2005-forester_sti/800x600/wallpaper_06.htm"&gt;Subaru Forester STI&lt;/a&gt; - again, low clearance. but at least it has the looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best convertible - &lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.netcarshow.com/mazda/2008-mx-5_niseko/800x600/wallpaper_01.htm"&gt;Mazda MX5&lt;/a&gt; - Fiesty little car going wild with the roof off.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.netcarshow.com/ferrari/2005-f430_spider/800x600/wallpaper_01.htm"&gt;Ferrari F430&lt;/a&gt; - its a ferrari. but the problem is the roof. its slow.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.netcarshow.com/bmw/2007-335i_convertible/800x600/wallpaper_04.htm"&gt;BMW 335i Convertible&lt;/a&gt; - i've always loved the 3 series. but BMW's designer really should do a better job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst convertible - &lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:RRDropheadCoupe.jpg"&gt;Rolls Royce Phantom Drophead&lt;/a&gt; - its an insult to class. disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:MINI_Cooper_S_Convertible_2005.jpg"&gt;Mini Cooper S Cabriolet&lt;/a&gt; - imagine Mr Bean with the wind blowing in his hair. case closed.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Nissan_350Z_convertible.jpg"&gt;Nissan 350Z Roadster&lt;/a&gt; - like i have already said, no place to hide the booze. its hot, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best performance sedan - &lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:08-Subaru-Legacy-SpecB.jpg"&gt;Subaru Legacy&lt;/a&gt; - Impreza WRX's performance plus a whole lot of class.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:20071001_Lancer_Evolution_X-front.jpg"&gt;Mitsubishi Evo X&lt;/a&gt; - so much performance coming from two liters of engine. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:2006_Toyota_Mark-X_01.jpg"&gt;Toyota Mark X&lt;/a&gt; - the styling is just so cool. plus the music the engine makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best family sedan -&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Nissan_Versa_1.8S_sedan.jpg"&gt;Nissan Latio&lt;/a&gt; - lots of leg room, big boot. will never break down on you. &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.netcarshow.com/mitsubishi/2008-lancer/800x600/wallpaper_07.htm"&gt;Mitsubishi Lancer&lt;/a&gt; - looks fierce. reminds me of the Galant of yesteryear&lt;br /&gt;3. .&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:2007_Toyota_Vios_aka_Yaris.jpg"&gt;Toyota Vios&lt;/a&gt; - finally a vios that differentiate itself from a corolla. not bad looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best hatchback - &lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Suzuki_Swift_Sport.jpg"&gt;Suzuki Swift Sport&lt;/a&gt; - looks as good as it really is. &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:2007_Nissan_Versa_1.8S_hatchback.jpg"&gt;Nissan Latio Sport&lt;/a&gt; - looks fast from the back. and lots of leg room.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:2007HondaFitSport.jpg"&gt;Honda Fit/Jazz&lt;/a&gt; - being a honda, its very reliable. not bad in looks, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst hatchback - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:2003.hyundai.matrix.arp.jpg"&gt;Hyundai Matrix&lt;/a&gt; - nudge it abit and it'll fall over. and it looks very boring. can't think of any more. hatchbacks are generally good looking compact cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best luxury sedan -&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.netcarshow.com/maybach/2007-62_s/800x600/wallpaper_01.htm"&gt;Maybach 62S&lt;/a&gt; - oozes class. fit for a king&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.netcarshow.com/maserati/2006-quattroporte_executive_gt/800x600/wallpaper_01.htm"&gt;Maserati Quattroporte&lt;/a&gt; - sounds nice. and its a maserati. need i say more?&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.netcarshow.com/chrysler/2006-300c_heritage_edition/800x600/wallpaper_01.htm"&gt;Chrysler 300C&lt;/a&gt; - cheap rolls royce with the same presence. big and classy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best coupe -&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Nissan_350Z_flickr.jpg"&gt;Nissan 350Z coupe&lt;/a&gt; - designed and built to go sideways, fast. and in such style.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Wow_cropped.jpg"&gt;Audi R8&lt;/a&gt; - finally audi comes up with a purely racing car. looks fierce too.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.netcarshow.com/ferrari/2006-612_scaglietti/800x600/wallpaper_01.htm"&gt;Ferrari 612 Scaglietti&lt;/a&gt; - the most practical of the ferrari family. the only one with four seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off, i say, new car of the year goes to the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Mitsuoka_Orochi.jpg"&gt;Mitsuoka Orochi&lt;/a&gt;. its a crazy car. and i want one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-7358890127977737060?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7358890127977737060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=7358890127977737060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/7358890127977737060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/7358890127977737060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-go.html' title='let go'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-639356510441282779</id><published>2007-12-03T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:43:14.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to hell</title><content type='html'>kes, darren and myself had time to burn after street soccer so we decided to play more street soccer on kes' xbox. on the way back, we stopped by at the devil's crib to check it out abit. he wasn't there to welcome us so we invited ourselves in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_entrance.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, we went to dig up some dirty little secrets our little horned friend kept in his dungeon. but before we could enter, one of his housekeepers hunted us down and demanded a dollar each to see the dungeon or he'd kill us. so we paid up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside the dungeon gates were lots of animals. we bumped into a friend there. he was on duty. hi ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/RYAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_RYAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we left ryan to his duties, we were greeted by a horse and an ox. woo. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. into the dungeon everyone else calls 'hell'. i couldn't remember the crimes but i have the punishments in picture. the devil didn't know handphones nowadays have cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_blood.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drowned in blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/freeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_freeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frozen to an ice block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/hillofknives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_hillofknives.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrown onto a hill of knives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/treeofknives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_treeofknives.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hung on a tree of knives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/ground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_ground.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grounded to pulp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/half.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_half.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sawed in half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_tongue.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tongue pulled out. this one's for gossiping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heart pulled out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/dismember.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_dismember.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body parts dismembered&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool, eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we toured around the rest of the crib. kes found his long lost brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/kesfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_kesfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/golddigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_golddigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLD DIGGER!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found a new love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kes and darren's new goals in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/sumo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_sumo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumo wrestling&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is this doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/STATUEOFLIBERTYORIGINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_STATUEOFLIBERTYORIGINAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on closer inspection, we discovered that it was Stone in disguise! you had us there, man! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/STATUEOFLIBERTY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_STATUEOFLIBERTY.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/SICKSHIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/HPV/th_SICKSHIT.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that rounds off our tour of the devil's crib. what a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-639356510441282779?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/639356510441282779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=639356510441282779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/639356510441282779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/639356510441282779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-to-hell.html' title='welcome to hell'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-721216664944897047</id><published>2007-11-28T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:54:37.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no one is ever honest anymore.</title><content type='html'>remember the 'manager' i had a bust up with? yea i just found his name card. it says 'technical executive'. he just calls himself 'manager' cos he can't pronounce 'technical executive'. not only that. he can't spell, can't read his own handwriting, asks people to do his job for him, irresponsible, thinks people can't read and has a slightly better memory than a box of rocks. and he can't even pronounce his own name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there wasn't much business that day. so i took the time to chat with our newest mechanic. and while we were chatting away, the stupid old man came towards us with a jobcard in his hand. he stuck it between us and without any eye contact to anyone in particular, he said, "this car use the consult tool to check for me". i assumed he was talking to me since the new mechanic never touched a consult tool before. so i replied, "why not ask the people over there who are using the consult tool?". and mind you all this while he didn't look like he was talking to anyone in particular. he suddenly stared at me and went, "f*** la. i wasn't talking to you." then he started walking away from me. with his back facing me, he went on loudly, "why you always giving me other ideas? you talk like you're the boss, you know? f*** you!". the fury just raged in me. i mean, if you wanna shoot me down, can't you at least look at me? such a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if he didn't get enough, he came back for a second round. 3 people were working on the same car (when 3 people work on the same car, you know how bad business was). i was doing the engine compartment and i noticed the battery needed replacement. so after confirming with the other two guys that nothing else needed change, i went on the easy task of passing the jobcard to the idiot so he can call the owner to confirm the parts change. with everything confirmed i changed the battery. then a very very rare thing was spotted. one of the brake shoes was worn all the way to the metal plate (caused by the owner driving with his handbrake on. idiot). so the same process. he came back furious. "why the f*** you never tell me just now? you say battery only! next time check everything first. see la!" then he stood there pondering his next move. 3 choices now. don't call and ignore the problem and be responsible when the owner meets a fatal accident on the way out, don't call but lie to the owner saying we have no stock, or call the owner and change the parts. its such an easy decision and yet he thinks for so bloody long. all this while piling blame after blame on me. so i got fed up with him. i said "its okay. don't call. don't change. you know how fast the road outside is. and you know who'll be responsible for the owner's death? you. there's a problem now. if you wanna start by blaming people then fine. blame. don't bother solving it. just blame. i'm very sure blaming people will make the brake shoe grow back". so after that he snatched the jobcard from me and stormed off to the office like a little kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's just afraid the owner will complain cos he called so many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is almost everyone is giving in to him. fire at will, dammit. bring him down. make him say sorry for the first time in his life. why give him face? he doesn't even respect anyone. give in to him and he'll step on you like a cockroach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's lucky no one has planted a fist in his face yet. i wouldn't mind being the first one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-721216664944897047?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/721216664944897047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=721216664944897047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/721216664944897047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/721216664944897047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-one-is-ever-honest-anymore.html' title='no one is ever honest anymore.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-4220591263479008983</id><published>2007-11-24T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:31:43.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if it were a movie</title><content type='html'>thanks :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stonekessarahhlynjuntingkaiminlittlemissemobrendaxinyitishagenkristendarrenj&lt;br /&gt;eanscrystaltabbyyewginivanwoycejanellejiadavinadrianaddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you got me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\m/ rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while you're busy feeling good about yourself, i'm off and runnin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off to the next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-4220591263479008983?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/4220591263479008983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=4220591263479008983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/4220591263479008983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/4220591263479008983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/11/if-it-were-movie.html' title='if it were a movie'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-8211902198400955411</id><published>2007-11-22T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T19:08:58.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear god, the only thing i ask of you is to hold her when i'm not around</title><content type='html'>went shopping with litle miss emo yesterday. went to buy her birthday present. she was a million years late (it runs in the blood, doesn't it?) heh. anyway while waiting i was feeling emo so i went cd shopping to make up for the last few CDless months. three CDs. eighty over dollars. A7X (WOOHOO!), boys like girls and kesman's christmas present which costs more than the other two added together (you better not have it alr, boy.) actually i was planning to give him the A7X one. but i changed my mind after the cashier asked me for my IC. i'll consider giving it to him on his 18th birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may have been a little unfair to boys like girls cos i gave it very little review time compared to the other two cos i was really eagerly anticipating them. A7X was easier on the ears compared to their previous albums and i'm really hooked on the last track, Dear God. nice soothing guitars plus shadow's voice. WOW. and i can totally relate to the song now. the rest of the album includes some tracks with strings like Afterlife, which i consider my favourite in the album. well worth the money. A7X ROCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for boys like girls, i only listen to some of the tracks. like.. i think four of them. haha. most people would already know of their first two singles, Great Escape and Hero/Heroine, but i think my favourite song from the album is Broken Man. okay la. maybe its cos i'm feeling emo now. anyway, overall, i think i'm starting to dislike them. cos they sound so similar to alot of other alt rock bands. unoriginal. better off listening to red jumpsuit or finch or taking back sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't review the third album cos i want it to be a suprise for kes. so. maybe if i can remember, i'll review it after christmas. the only thing i can say about it is that i wasn't at all disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i won't be posting tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTE MISS EMO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anti-depressants controlling tools of your system&lt;br /&gt;making life more tolerable&lt;br /&gt;making life more tolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. i don't miss you. come on back. so i can give you what you wanted all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck. i'll post more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my song of the moment. limp bizkit's metallica mtv icon performance of sanitarium. i never ever heard anyone make metallica sound so groovy before. i can't say its better cos i mean, there's gotta be something wrong if metallica plays like that right. go find it on youtube. and with that, john otto has found himself in my all time favourite drummers list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, it'll be quite cool if john otto, cone and daron malakian form a band since all their bands are on their breaks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elsa: its only cos she's always wrong and never admits it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XXX: okay. doo doo. rock on. go banana dance yourself silly. thanks for tagging. i never had this much tag traffic in the history of histories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-8211902198400955411?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/8211902198400955411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=8211902198400955411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/8211902198400955411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/8211902198400955411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-god-only-thing-i-ask-of-you-is-to.html' title='dear god, the only thing i ask of you is to hold her when i&apos;m not around'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-1929832123475386244</id><published>2007-11-18T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:41:17.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am creepy vagabond and i feast on bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; 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You are a good mediator.&lt;br /&gt;You are task oriented. You do well with deadlines and schedules.&lt;br /&gt;And while you can be a task master at times, you're good at managing people and listening to their input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do best when you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Must have attention to detail&lt;br /&gt;- Are in charge of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would also be a good accountant or personal assistant.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubewhenyougrowupquiz/"&gt;What Should You Be When You Grow Up?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 12% Girly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/girly-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... you're a guy, right? If not, you're the most boyish girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;And for you, that's probably the ultimate compliment.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Girly Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are The Devil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/devil.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't represent evil, but you do represent the animalistic side of humans.&lt;br /&gt;You demonstrate what happens when we listen to our first instincts.&lt;br /&gt;At times you tend to be materialistic and hedonistic, giving in to temptation.&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, you're guilty of acting first - and forgetting to think later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fortune:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, you may be having a difficult time as a result of choices you have made.&lt;br /&gt;You need to think about what's important in your life, and discover what chains you down.&lt;br /&gt;It is the time to acknowledge your faults and take steps to overcome them.&lt;br /&gt;It's also the time to let go of any fears or inhibitions that are holding you back.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whattarotcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Tarot Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in New Zealand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatenglishspeakingcountryareyouquiz/new-zealand.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good on ya, mate&lt;br /&gt;You're the best looking one of the bunch&lt;br /&gt;Though you're often forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;You're quite proud of who you are&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatenglishspeakingcountryareyouquiz/"&gt;What English Speaking Country Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cheese Pizza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/cheese-pizza.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional and comforting.&lt;br /&gt;You focus on living a quality life.&lt;br /&gt;You're not easily impressed with novelty.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, you easily impress others.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpizzapersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Pizza Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Pickup Line Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/themagicalpickuplinegenerator/pickup.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm sorry! I thought that was a Braille name tag&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/themagicalpickuplinegenerator/"&gt;The Magical Pick Up Line Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Pegasus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/pegasus.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a perfectionist, with an eye for beauty.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to live a good life - and you rarely deviate from your good taste.&lt;br /&gt;While you aren't outgoing, you have excellent social skills.&lt;br /&gt;People both admire you -  and feel very comfortable around you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Musical Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/musical.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every part of your life has a beat, and you're often tapping your fingers or toes.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy sounds of all types, but you also find sound can distract you at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;You are probably a gifted musician of some sort - even if you haven't realized it.&lt;br /&gt;Also a music lover, you tend to appreciate artists of all kinds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great musician, disc jockey, singer, or composer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Monster Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/monster21.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy Vagabond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Feast On: Bananas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Lurk Around In: Corn Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Especially Like to Torment: Blondes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/monsternamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Monster Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Ace of Diamonds&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplayingcardareyouquiz/diamonds.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a lucky person, and you always seem to find yourself surrounds by pretty, shiny things.&lt;br /&gt;You have a knack for success and money - though your skills can't really be learned or taught. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shine in a room, and you a have a truly sparkling personality.&lt;br /&gt;A true extrovert, you always are able to share a witty joke or the latest scandalous gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you do have an eye for bling, you are also quite generous.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of wealth and luck comes your way. And you're not afraid to pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gamble you should take: Sports betting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends would describe you as: Captivating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your enemies would describe you as: Greedy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lived in Vegas, you would be: A trophy wife or husband&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatplayingcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What Playing Card Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-1929832123475386244?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1929832123475386244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=1929832123475386244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/1929832123475386244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/1929832123475386244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-creepy-vagabond-and-i-feast-on.html' title='i am creepy vagabond and i feast on bananas'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-7425150630023948964</id><published>2007-11-18T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:29:48.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you don't want it, neither do i.</title><content type='html'>i'm playing chess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made the first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for some reason my opponent is taking a long time to make its first move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'computer is thinking'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wait even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i know i dun wait, man. just restart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't tell random tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new template. this is one that i'm very proud of. the only thing i grabbed from the internet is the 'yo momma' word. the rest i shot and painstakingly pieced them together by myself, which makes it a personal achievement. i never really used my own photos in my templates before. in case you don't know, its inspired by mtv's reality game show of the same name hosted by wilmer valdewhatever... that 70's show guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE IT HOT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-7425150630023948964?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7425150630023948964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-25662061.post-8637584275083643942</id><published>2007-11-14T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:40:20.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lies from the table cloth</title><content type='html'>dear daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear mummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel cared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't feel part of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i was young, my reality was assumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my personality was made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you thought you knew me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever i was to you was fabricated in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was never what you thought i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have grown my own brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas. sister gets new phone. kenny got a cheapo snoopy football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad returns from israel. mum gets necklace. sister gets ear rings. kenny got a cheapo wax figure of a camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad complains of expensive bills. kenny ons aircon only at 10pm. does work in the dark. bills drop. dad celebrates by buying himself $1200 handphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum tries to be nice by offering to wash kenny's overalls. overalls end up faded and smelling strongly of bleach. mum denies putting any bleach at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenny forgets to bring safety shoes to work. dad brings for him. since then, everyday dad wakes up at 6.30 to remind him to bring his shoes. and everyday mum wakes up at 7 to do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT SUCKS TO BE ME? HOW HARD IT IS TO PRETEND ITS OKAY? HOW HARD IT IS TO FORCE A SMILE? HOW IT SUCKS WHEN THE PEOPLE THAT SUPPOSED TO MATTER MOST BITES THE HAND THAT OFFERS HELP? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY TELL THEIR FRIENDS OF THE MIRACLE BABY WHOSE BIRTH WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN. OF HOW HE IS SUCH A BLESSING TO THEM. AND YET THEY TREAT HIM LIKE DIRT. THEY DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HIM. AND YET THEY NEVER ASKED. INSTEAD, THEY MAKE UP THE ANSWERS TO THEIR OWN QUESTIONS. THEY THINK HE'S INDEPENDENT AND CLEVER AND HAS DREAMS OF HIS OWN BUSINESS AND HAVING A BIG HOUSE, A NICE CAR AND A FAMILY OF HIS OWN. BUT LITTLE DID THEY KNOW HE'S NOT PLANNING ANYTHING AFTER HIS 3 YEAR COURSE. MAYBE HE SHOULD START PLANNING. PLANNING TO FIND A FLAT TO RENT TO LIVE ON HIS OWN AND DEPEND ON HIS OWN FINANCES SO THAT HE'LL NEVER HAVE TO BE A BURDEN TO THE HAPPY FAMILY THAT IS BEING RUINED BY A LITTLE KID WITH NO AMBITION. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU TELL ME YOU LOVE ME. UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU, MY EARS ONLY HEAR. THEY DON'T FEEL. MY HEART DOES. AND IT DOESN'T FEEL LOVED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU PEOPLE ANNOY ME. PLEASE GET OUT OF MY FACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-8637584275083643942?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/8637584275083643942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=8637584275083643942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/8637584275083643942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/8637584275083643942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/11/lies-from-table-cloth.html' title='lies from the table cloth'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-3850745231018795181</id><published>2007-10-29T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T23:52:24.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you're planning on invading another country, use a tank</title><content type='html'>There are people on earth who will spend so much time working so hard to entertain people. and for free. wish there were more like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Original&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGnlMEkOkLQ&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGnlMEkOkLQ&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parody&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuuApoPa9r0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uuuApoPa9r0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-3850745231018795181?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3850745231018795181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=3850745231018795181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/3850745231018795181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/3850745231018795181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-youre-planning-on-invading-another.html' title='if you&apos;re planning on invading another country, use a tank'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-8805785051627394605</id><published>2007-10-27T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T15:11:37.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pull the curtain, begin.</title><content type='html'>LTA just opened the KPE. along with that, they also released a cd featuring songs from both local and angmoh artistes. the song titles are so... propaganda. songs like "you don't have to speed" and "turn on your headlights" and "look at the signs". they're supposed to hypnotise you into thinking that you're taking your driving test and your passenger beside you is the tester. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i had my way, the tracks would look something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash - Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Goo Goo Dolls - Iris&lt;br /&gt;Vertical Horizon - Best I've Ever Had&lt;br /&gt;Incubus - Drive&lt;br /&gt;Travis - Closer&lt;br /&gt;Plus 44 - Baby Come On (Acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Plus 44 - Interlude&lt;br /&gt;Incubus - I Wish You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;Green Day - Time Of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;Eminem - Like Toy Soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Boxcar Racer - There Is&lt;br /&gt;System Of A Down - Dammit(Blink 182 Cover)&lt;br /&gt;James Blunt - 1973&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these songs are on my "lonely bus rides" playlist. lonely bus rides and driving not much difference. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw my primary school crush on my way home. she's HAWT. i think my heart skipped a beat. i can't believe it - she's shorter than me! she's a rare breed of girls. its strange. the hawt girls from my secondary/prmary school days are shorter than me, have golden hair and happen to be talking to either someone else or to their handphones when i cross paths with them. so i can conclude that golden hair will make hawt girls short. so if you're a tall girl with golden hair, you should consider plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where have all the flowers gone?&lt;br /&gt;girls have picked them every one.&lt;br /&gt;when will they ever learn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-8805785051627394605?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/8805785051627394605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=8805785051627394605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/8805785051627394605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/8805785051627394605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/pull-curtain-begin.html' title='pull the curtain, begin.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-9077131391513996246</id><published>2007-10-22T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:27:54.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i thithe thistles</title><content type='html'>kes got me hooked on anagrams. stupid boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kenny moses khairon - monkeys honk a siren&lt;br /&gt;robin van persie - beavers in prison&lt;br /&gt;manchester united - the nude racist men&lt;br /&gt;barcalona - cobra lane&lt;br /&gt;adebayor - body area&lt;br /&gt;steve mclaren - cleverest man&lt;br /&gt;kester kiong - geek in stork&lt;br /&gt;johnston yap - john not a spy&lt;br /&gt;pastor henry yeo - they pray sooner&lt;br /&gt;fender guitars - fruit grenades&lt;br /&gt;sum forty one - more fun toys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm tired. good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-9077131391513996246?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/9077131391513996246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=9077131391513996246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/9077131391513996246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/9077131391513996246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-thithe-thistles.html' title='i thithe thistles'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-8051905720246254185</id><published>2007-10-19T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:47:47.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is so gay</title><content type='html'>keep377a.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new source of entertainment. seriously. its amazing the things people say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gays are like clothing. If God meant for us to wear clothes, He wouldn't have created Adam and Eve naked. Babies would have been born fully clothed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep 377A but ban clothes. Clothing is unnatural. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate gays and FAT people. Thank god there is 377A to check gays but too bad there is none for fat people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat people promote unhealthy lifestyle which leads to heart diseases, kidney failure, cancer, high blood pressure and all sorts of illnesses. Fat people are also lazy and thus bad for the image of Singapore as a efficient country. I also don't want my kids to grow up thinking it is alright to be fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By keeping 377A, there is hope that one day we can have a similar law for fat people! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Singapore is to even let a percentage of its citizens become homosexual, our country cannot grow in population size. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-8051905720246254185?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/8051905720246254185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=8051905720246254185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/8051905720246254185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/8051905720246254185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-so-gay.html' title='this is so gay'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-4964895176248373381</id><published>2007-10-15T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T18:49:05.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm tired of waiting</title><content type='html'>just a few videos i just felt like watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-Po8uJeoUw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V-Po8uJeoUw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you sat through that all the way to the end you must be bored. or you're really emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/32rRtt6hF94"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/32rRtt6hF94" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWeqeQkjLto"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uWeqeQkjLto" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_j0tBB3-qOE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_j0tBB3-qOE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-4964895176248373381?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/4964895176248373381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=4964895176248373381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/4964895176248373381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/4964895176248373381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-tired-of-waiting.html' title='i&apos;m tired of waiting'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-48688671690793835</id><published>2007-10-12T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T21:58:22.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>believe when i say. i want it that way.</title><content type='html'>nissan's new urvan just arrived. it looks just like the previous version. but. whats cool is inside. and underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the previous model had a 2.5 liter diesel engine, manual transmission and thats all. it has a very long lag between stepping on the accelerator and the van moving forward. i guess thats why they made changes with the new one. the new one has a 3 liter diesel engine. yes. more power. but not enough. this one's got a turbocharger. a big one. has an oil cooler, intercooler and check this out - automatic transmission. a first in nissan commercial vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since the stupid GM banned radios and fans, we, the bored and hot mechanics entertain ourselves by well, making our own music. and i, the very observant one noticed that all nissan vehicles' horns are in the same key. and as for the fans, we don't need them anymore. we used our air sprays. connect them to the main pressurised air pipes and there we have it. moving air. so smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday &lt;s&gt;botak&lt;/s&gt; pastor henry :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and daddy too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-48688671690793835?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/48688671690793835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=48688671690793835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/48688671690793835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/48688671690793835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/believe-when-i-say-i-want-it-that-way.html' title='believe when i say. i want it that way.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-165435764427148326</id><published>2007-10-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:59:02.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think we're running out of alcohol</title><content type='html'>oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this whole episode is getting so ridiculous. its just so funny and sad all at the same time. like a really bad drama series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why keep lying to cover yourself? you've already been uncovered. by yourself. its just so funny. you've shot yourself in the foot and yet you don't feel it. you don't see the blood on the floor. nor the big gaping wound. if you don't realise it soon, you're gonna bleed to death. you're beginning to look pale. you smile and say "i'm fine". (very familiar right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. go on. keep on lying. i'll pretend i believe you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, have you ever tried auditioning for mediacorp? you'll do great. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-165435764427148326?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/165435764427148326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=165435764427148326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/165435764427148326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/165435764427148326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-think-were-running-out-of-alcohol.html' title='i think we&apos;re running out of alcohol'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-7243386385134362528</id><published>2007-09-28T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T00:00:44.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah you are a shining light</title><content type='html'>i'm really tired. yesterday i decided not to go to work. and. went to play soccer at serangoon :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a song to sum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I woke up, it was a sunny day&lt;br /&gt;Then i realised it was just too late&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late, yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;My phone rings, my boss is calling me&lt;br /&gt;He just make sure that i take MC&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully dun have dengue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to work today?&lt;br /&gt;At five o'clock i got football game to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;It was such a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;And the rain it caused a big delay&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, we start late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;The pitch a little hard to play&lt;br /&gt;The goalposts seem a little gay&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind. already paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't&lt;br /&gt;Opponents give us just a little face?&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're trying new styles of play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness. this is damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2TORg62sn8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2TORg62sn8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH. MUMBAI, DA. INDIA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-7243386385134362528?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7243386385134362528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=7243386385134362528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/7243386385134362528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/7243386385134362528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/09/goodness.html' title='yeah you are a shining light'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-7229659216880902608</id><published>2007-09-24T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T00:03:03.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're not such a good liar after all, are you?</title><content type='html'>thanks for the venti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't know what to believe anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its much better to learn the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe this time you'll learn how to lie without being caught red handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how it feels. but you don't care. you like seeing people get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep in mind that its not me thats hurt the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oryuissertllstioevsluyo. now YOU unscramble that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel any tingling sensation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody means anything to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even the one who's silently suffering cos of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who's constantly praying for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only one who is willing to be there to pick you up when you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes, little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look into those tired eyes that couldn't sleep. you know its not the books. you just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i bothering? you'll never be sorry. come on. prove me wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-7229659216880902608?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7229659216880902608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=7229659216880902608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/7229659216880902608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/7229659216880902608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/09/youre-not-such-good-liar-after-all-are.html' title='you&apos;re not such a good liar after all, are you?'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-1893347388527000342</id><published>2007-09-21T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T20:58:50.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we learn something new everyday</title><content type='html'>the past few weeks i've been busy. while other people are mugging and preparing for exams, i've been thinking and deciding on what i want to do for my future (yes it took me 3 weeks to decide). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a take it or leave it situation. join amway and follow the structured plan or continue living like i am now. if i join, i know where i'm heading. and i know what to do to get there. and i know i will be guaranteed income and money will not be a problem. if i don't, then well. its gonna be the same as since the time i decided not to take Os. its like blindfolding myself and jumping into the sea hoping some boat will pick me up. which, well, i prefer. only then will you realise that you're living on borrowed time. only then will you know what it really means to live by faith and not by sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why. but it really seems that everyone at amway seems more enthu than me. they are so motivated. so on. so... fired up. why? cos they see the rewards and they want it. its so strange. i see the money. its big. real big. a small fry direct distributor gets a bonus of 58k. fifty eight kay. most people will say "WHOA I WANT". i say "okay lor". i'm just not motivated by money. if i find a hundred bucks on the floor the first thing i'd do is call up my close friends, go for dinner at (where else) swensens and its all on me. i don't keep and spend on myself. look at my clothes. i have like 3 shirts. and they're like rafa benitez' team - on rotation. and 2 of them are free transfers. christmas presents. and the other one is well, long story short, special to me. and i only bought new slippers cos, again, its special. and i was pressured to buy new ones. i still love my trusty trails :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, amway for me is just an investment. if you wanna give me 58k then ok lor thanks. you wanna give me a million also can. i'll shake your hand and smile. then the lucky friends of mine will have quite a shiok life lor. but lets not think too far yet. but an investment it will remain for me. nothing to be overly crazy about. i do not live for amway. i do not live for the money. why should i? i have been given the key to heaven. whatever money i earn here i cannot go money changer and change to heaven currency wud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay la. i decided to sign the papers. but. only cos i wanted to do my part in the house. i've been pressured to give my parents money but never did so cos i always found myself short of cash. whats that gotta do with anything, right? well. i joined because i would get access to quality houshold products on the cheap. and i meant quality as in proven and passed by the top testers of the world of top testers. i say its cheap not cos its cheaper than the off the shelves in supermarkets. head to head its actually pricier. but when you see how concentrate it is compared to the equivalent supermarket type of the same volume, damn its great value. the first time i opened the bottle of multi purpose cleaner the smell of the thing was so thick it shot up my nose and stunned me. its crazy. and when you pour it out, its as thick as glue. i used just one drop of it to clean my hoist pillar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough advertistments. i bought my parents 200 bucks worth of houshold stuff. and 28 bucks worth of vitamin c pills for my sister. the only selfish thing i bought was eight bucks worth of kueh lapis which i'm savouring in my mouth at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmhmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yum yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubt i'll be pushed and pressured by these annoying amway 'devotees' to go for this seminar and that event and this talk and that holiday in amwayland. wherever that is. i'm doing it for kicks. i'll take as much time as i want. okay fine i'll answer your questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream car is the bugatti veyron and i'll get it when God says i'll get it. HAH! you expected me to say "as soon as possible" right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy being an apprentice mechanic. you expected me to say my job sucks right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not free on sundays. don't even think about asking me to go for your stupid seminar. i'm not illiterate. i can read and i know what its about. i'm just not money motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and please don't memorise the benefits of protien, vitamin c, vitamin b, vitamin z, or whatever you're selling to me. i can read the packing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. the art of doing business has been lost through the generations. not only at amway. at tan chong also. tan chong is only this big cos they've been bluffng their way through. i mean. look at the nissan 350z. they advertise it as a wild and sensational car to drive. but when you really sit inside the thing its really just black hard plastic panels all around you. there are no door compartments and no place to hide your vodka when you get pulled over. all you get is a small glove compartment to put your street directory. its really better to buy one for your enemy so he can suffer inside while you marvel at the exterior on the outside. well. anyway, why can't they all just tell the truth. "buy this car and attract the babes. they'll only start to regret once they get IN it." nothing wrong with that. horny rich kids snap them up and sales soar. all that cos you told the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot to make myself clear. in my dictionary, lying isn't just saying something thats not true. it can also be saying something that you don't really know its true or not but you just say it anyway hoping that it really is true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a good sermon, the best sales pitch is your testimony. not your charm, charisma or cheem terminology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honesty is the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am in shock after the special one's sacking. i was beginning to like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-1893347388527000342?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1893347388527000342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=1893347388527000342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/1893347388527000342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/1893347388527000342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-learn-something-new-everyday.html' title='we learn something new everyday'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-6706203118503017269</id><published>2007-09-12T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:57:28.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dans votre oeil se trouve une petite pleur. Mais je ne suis pas un autre Coeur</title><content type='html'>man i miss sarah ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid emo girl go cheenaland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now nobody to emo with me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid company dinner yesterday. i learnt so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. malaysian cars can get away with traffic offences on singapore roads.&lt;br /&gt;2. malaysian cars shouldn't try to park in cashcard payable carparks.&lt;br /&gt;3. you are more likely to get killed in a malaysian car than being run over by a singapore car.&lt;br /&gt;4. malaysians can't drive.&lt;br /&gt;5. malaysians only know two places in singapore - their workplace and geylang.&lt;br /&gt;6. a forty dollar dinner pays for boring speeches and an earful of bad singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma poubelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-6706203118503017269?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/6706203118503017269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=6706203118503017269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/6706203118503017269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/6706203118503017269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/09/dans-votre-oeil-se-trouve-une-petite.html' title='Dans votre oeil se trouve une petite pleur. Mais je ne suis pas un autre Coeur'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-351939602380669104</id><published>2007-09-04T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:10:34.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leveled up.</title><content type='html'>kenny khairon is finally N-STEP ONE. basically that means i can read service manual. and use the consult. and still my salary remains the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was a good two days or so of rest and relax. instead of slugging it out in the sweltering heat, i was frozen solid in an air conditioned classroom. but yea. free coffee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still don't see why they're teaching us how to use the second generation of consults when consult III is about to be released. i've seen it alr. quite cool. its basically a touchscreen laptop with bluetoothable accessories such as a multimeter and the consult... er.. thing. much better than consult II. which can easily be described as a brick with an adaptor and a jack that so happens to match the ones on nissan cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more day of rest for me tomorrow. going to school. kinda miss working. haha. its been a week since i did real work. took mc last friday, did not much work on sat. yesterday and today course at ubi. tomorrow school. damn i miss my 14/17 spanner and oil filter ratchet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored of aston martins. and i can't seem to find any more nice car backgrounds. so. what to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-351939602380669104?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/351939602380669104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=351939602380669104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/351939602380669104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/351939602380669104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/09/leveled-up.html' title='leveled up.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-7977158805717271479</id><published>2007-08-30T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:04:38.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>god of pollution</title><content type='html'>i don't know why they gotta choke people to near death to please whatever they're trying to please. they call it 'prayer'. i call it pollution. they say 'shhh. they might hear you'. i say who's 'they'?. the air is so thick, i teared, sniffed and coughed and yet nobody took a glance at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes la i know the gates of hell are open and bla bla bla. please spare me the details. just give ceberus a scooby snack and make him close it. easy. just give me back my fresh air. PLEASE. i'm suffocating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. the singing is horrible. so please spare my eardrums too. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you seen the chrysler 300C on the roads lately? its not the hottest car on earth. its not the fastest nor the prettiest nor the machoest nor the most expensive. but. i think i'm in love. its calling my name. something about it just makes me want one. its so.. classy. its really strange. if you see a businessman in it, the man looks rich. if an ah beng, he looks like part of the mafia. if an old lady - a rich man's wife. a young lady - rich man's daughter. it has the road presence of an SUV and the bling of a rolls. at only the price of the average japanese executive car. and thats a bargain. BUT its an american car. american cars are well known to have stone age suspension technology and thus poor quality rides. and one reason i like this car - it has elevating seats. so i appear taller :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to come to think about it, its cheap bling. so long as people don't know how much it is, no one would care. you've got a nice car. full stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-7977158805717271479?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7977158805717271479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=7977158805717271479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/7977158805717271479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/7977158805717271479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/08/god-of-pollution.html' title='god of pollution'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-1662606225195287927</id><published>2007-08-25T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T21:25:21.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he's not spider pig anymore. he's harry porker</title><content type='html'>old men can be a really good source of knowledge sometimes. but most times, they're talking rubbish and are more of an entertainment source than one of knowledge. at tea break yesterday, an old man was telling us about ice coffee and tea. how it is better and healthier to drink them hot. then he went on to explain the powers of ice. as his speech went on, people flocked to listen to him. there were 'ahh's and 'ooh's and 'uhmm's in the air. and let me tell you. its the dumbest thing i've ever heard. he claims that ice has some hidden power that is very very powerful. an exmple he gives is how ice can travel through metal and glass among other things. put an ice cube on a piece of glass and soon the ice disappears and appears on the other side as water. cool? new? NOT. has he ever heard of condensation? oh i forgot. he's so old that when he was younger, schools haven't existed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as ordered by the GM, all hoists have to be painted red. we managed to paint the least busy hoist. it also happens to be my hoist. so. its my hoist and i'll paint it however i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/DSC00724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. how beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-1662606225195287927?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1662606225195287927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=1662606225195287927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/1662606225195287927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/1662606225195287927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/08/hes-not-spider-pig-anymore-hes-harry.html' title='he&apos;s not spider pig anymore. he&apos;s harry porker'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-675182163940084904</id><published>2007-08-23T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T18:33:57.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too many screws spoil the bookshelf</title><content type='html'>once again i am reminded of how much of a failure i am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far this year there was only one thing i had a part in planning that went well. i dunno. maybe cos i really really really wanted it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno how i managed to put a smile on but i did. maybe i'm just trying too hard. maybe its just not meant to be. now i'm just too afraid to do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its very easy to start blaming other people for this but in the end, i have to take a look at myself and ask myself where i went wrong. was it wrong to open my big mouth to suggest this bright idea? was it a wrong choice of people? was i even ready for this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't mind being blamed. i just hate it when people are dragged along. i really would rather drown alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the things that are currently being planned now. brace yourselves. games at marina may just suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my self confidence has hit rock bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to cheer myself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one knows what its like&lt;br /&gt;to be batman&lt;br /&gt;to be sandman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-675182163940084904?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/675182163940084904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=675182163940084904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/675182163940084904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/675182163940084904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/08/too-many-screws-spoil-bookshelf.html' title='too many screws spoil the bookshelf'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-7359520911832647015</id><published>2007-08-19T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T00:23:30.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes a(round) comes a(round)</title><content type='html'>-Radius- says:&lt;br /&gt;you think i plant money ?&lt;br /&gt;Take Me Away says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;-Radius- says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;™III•»»take a chill pill««•III™ says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;Take Me Away says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;™III•»»take a chill pill««•III™ says:&lt;br /&gt;u shit money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RADIUS IS BACK!!!! :))))))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-7359520911832647015?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7359520911832647015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=7359520911832647015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/7359520911832647015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/7359520911832647015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-goes-around-comes-around.html' title='What goes a(round) comes a(round)'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-4956267206001391390</id><published>2007-08-17T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T00:27:45.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were made to go out and get her =)</title><content type='html'>its been a long time since i touched the bass. and boy did i have a hard time getting used to it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today, the stupid old manager was at it again. he just won't shut up, will he? i had the jobcard in my hand and he comes up to me and tells me everything that was written on it. and yea, with abit of cheekiness i told him i scored a 1 for my N level english. it basically means that i can read. then he got angry,"so? so now you big shot la? (insert hokkien swear word here)" and walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another occasion he got me so pissed off with his "i am god" attitude that i had a go at him with a volley of words. even my shifu had to drag me away (which i do to him alot more often). we were so busy with cars streaming in quicker than the yangtse and he keep bugging be to do stuff for him. i keep telling him i'm busy but no. his customer car more important. tell him to stop bugging me and he says i'm rude. so since i was already rude, it wouldn't make a difference if i take a few shots at him, right? but not to worry, i didn't use my wide range of hokkien words. just english words that are less offensive and more constructive. proper words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, i'm quite proud of myself cos when i let my mouth run loose, nothing beepable came out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd be quite embarassed if i were him. being scolded by a boy a third his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a message for someone whom i know reads my blog. i really dunno how else i can get this message across. anyway, if you know its not you please don't guess. please don't ask me who. and please don't spread silly things around. i'll try to put it such that only this person will know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may have forgiven you, pat you on the back, told you its ok. but that doesn't mean we were where we used to be. really, i have zero respect for you so please stop acting like you're my best friend. i'm really really uncomfortable. and no worries, i won't tell people to stay away from you or anything of that sort. i'd rather they learn the hard way. and if you really want my respect back, please. EARN IT. i mean, if my respect means so much to you. if not, forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end of message&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-4956267206001391390?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/4956267206001391390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=4956267206001391390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/4956267206001391390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/4956267206001391390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-were-made-to-go-out-and-get-her.html' title='You were made to go out and get her =)'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-5373312601746311955</id><published>2007-08-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T23:11:27.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake up and smell the roses</title><content type='html'>i love work. but sometimes people take advantage. and that really sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 oclock today, i was getting ready to pack up, sweep and mop. workshop manager comes in holding a jobcard. fuming, he shouts at me, "bloody hell! this cabstar since morning until now haven't change the bloody air filter! quick do it now! owner coming to pick it up soon". i had a look at the jobcard and i remember servicing it in the morning but there was no mention of any air filter then. quite odd i thought. but i dutifully collected the filter from the store and started to change the filter. well. i had to do it the hard way cos all the hoists were full so yea. alot of bending down to do. i've never done it that way before but i had no choice. obviously, it took some time for me to change it and halfway through the workshop manager came looking for me. "ka ni na! change one filter take so long. when i was your age i was a mechanic in aljunied. five minute can finish. i'm sixty years old now and i can do faster than you with just one hand". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i managed to finish changing it and threw the old filter away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five minutes later, he came back. "eh. the filter change back. i wrote on the wrong jobcard. your foreman la. confuse me. and do it quick. owner here already. where's the old filter?" so i pointed to the bin and told him that its really dirty and should be changed anyway. so just tell the owner that can alr. "f*k you la! i manager or you manager? you want my job? wait till you sixty first. i say change means change. don't talk so much. don't make my job harder. GO!". heh. i had a sound idea but no. he didn't want to listen. so i strained my back changing it back, taking longer than i did the first time. by then it was 5.30, around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. this is so wrong. not even a word of sorry. blame other people. scold me for my bright idea. how did he become manager? by sucking up to customers. thats how. i wonder how many thousands of people have been cheated by this guy over his whole career, man. time and time again he lies and exaggerate to customers. i tell you, it actually isn't hard to sell something worthless for a high price. i did it once. without even lying. i managed to get a customer to fork out 240 bucks to change something that is not at all a safety issue. that means you can don't change it. all i told him was that if he doesn't change it it'll be noisy. i don't know how noisy but the worse its condition the worse its noise. simple. and my foreman loves that job alot. cos he pockets the labour costs and that particular job is worth 220 bucks in labour. parts only cost 20. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i still love my job. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot to update on my monthly cds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june - 30 seconds to mars - a beautiful lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july - didn't buy. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;august - SUM 41 - UNDERCLASS HERO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 seconds to mars sucks. they make good videos, though. the cd is really rubbish. the only two good songs are 'the kill' and 'from yesterday'. don't ask me to lend. i can't be bothered to find it under my rubble of stuff. just download it. i mean, the 2 songs. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-5373312601746311955?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/5373312601746311955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=5373312601746311955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/5373312601746311955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/5373312601746311955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/08/wake-up-and-smell-roses.html' title='wake up and smell the roses'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-1669589152634540232</id><published>2007-08-08T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T00:06:02.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a sad song and make it better</title><content type='html'>i forgot one important thing in my last post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOH AIK HONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ok. my bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, new template. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the music gets quite annoying after a while. nice song, though. rock and rap. no one thought it was ever possible. this one's not my favourite, though. luda and sum 41 did Get Back. ROCKS! but i've got some problem with the clean version of that song so i decided to put mims instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever struggled with something you have no power over? i have in the past few weeks. even though i thought 'whatever man, i'll take whatever you give me', i just can't stop looking back telling myself the long story of how i got myself into this mess in the first place and how i could've avoided it coming to this. usually, i don't regret things. but now, i don't know. i should've kept my big mouth shut and not tell anyone anything. tongues are like swords. just that i held mine by the blade. every now and then i ask myself this question,'so how now?'. this time, i have no answer. i'll just buckle up and brace myself. they say life is a roller coaster. mine's a simulator - nothing is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best friend in the whole wide world taught me that it is possible to smile even though there's nothing to smile about. what if the only thing that makes me smile is the smile of my best friend in the whole wide world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-1669589152634540232?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1669589152634540232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=1669589152634540232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/1669589152634540232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/1669589152634540232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/08/take-sad-song-and-make-it-better.html' title='Take a sad song and make it better'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-2455033642966838182</id><published>2007-08-06T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:30:51.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it just seems so wrong</title><content type='html'>festival of praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over the past few years i've been to fop i've noticed a very disturbing trend. and i really don't like the looks of things. lets see what i have here. okay in my hand now i have the big fop booklet thingy. and as i flip through the first page, what do i see? a flower shop advertistment. on the facing page is one from a spectacle shop. already you know what to expect in the rest of the booklet. cameras, printing shop, land banking, beauty products, cake shops, cafe, restaurant, halal food, dim sum, furniture, face treatment, more printing shops, aerospace, another restaurant, kids nutrition, safety consultants and the most out of point one right at the back - car showroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now somebody please tell me. are we supposed to go there and worship or go there and shop? if you went and you're flipping through your booklet now, you'll notice i left some out. cos at least they have something to do with our faith. like christian book stores, land of israel necklace and the trinity casket. is festival of praise a business? does it need the money? why take offering, then? cos God say must give mah. God never say cannot advertise mah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have they forgotten what the Word says? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 2:13-15&lt;br /&gt;When it was almost time for the Jewish Passover, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. In the temple courts he found men selling cattle, sheep and doves, and others sitting at tables exchanging money. So he made a whip out of cords, and drove all from the temple area, both sheep and cattle; he scattered the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in matthew, Jesus said this, "It is Written, 'My House Will Be Called A House Of Prayer', But You Are Making It A 'Den Of Robbers'".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even the speaker himself took the opportunity to promote his books and his artwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am suprised that even these people, the ones that teach us, are blind to this hole in the fence. satan will creep through and backdoor us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if they really need money, how bout printing less booklets? i have five with me and another five i left in church. it would really save alot of money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if there's anybody who has a different view of this. i'd be interested to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, worship was fabulous. i enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-2455033642966838182?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/2455033642966838182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=2455033642966838182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/2455033642966838182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/2455033642966838182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-just-seems-so-wrong.html' title='it just seems so wrong'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-3585589937195939787</id><published>2007-08-02T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T22:05:42.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>float like a butterfly sting like a bee</title><content type='html'>today was quite different from the rest of the week. went for servicing training at ubi. woke up abit later than usual cos i knew i'd be forgiven if i arrived late. well. suprise suprise. i arrived early. only to realise the place was not what i visualised it to be. it had a base area of about the same size of st james church. i thought it was gonna be like my workshop in lokyang. huge area. one storey only. and yea i got lost. in that tiny place. cos nothing seemed at all like a workshop. no sign of power tools, hoists, spare parts. nothing of that sort. then i entered the tiniwini reception and the girl led me to a lift, pressed 6 and the door closed with only i, me and myself in it. i had no idea where it was going. wondered around abit, found the toilet, changed and wondered around abit more. i finally found the training room like a million years later. and i was right. the lecturer forgave me. "its okay. i wondered into honda (the neighbour) on my first day of work"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch was nice. the only problem was that the other guys said the makan place got chio girls from subaru, toyota, honda and mini. lairs :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that baffles me now is how on earth could i make it to ubi, on the other side of the island (20 mrt stops), in the same amount of time it takes me to boon lay (4 stops)? i have no idea cos i slept on the way to ubi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i wanna work at ubi. you don't have air conditioned toilets, sofas, television, free coffee, proper tools, nice sounding air guns(sounds like F1 air gun) and choice of lunch at lokyang. there, our toilets have no ventilation whatsoever and its the only place in the whole compound that smoking is allowed. so when i need to shit, my life is shortened. we sleep on makeshift cardboard beds and our only entertainment is the radio that plays only crappy chinese pop. our coffee costs 90 cents and is slowly increasing. our tools hate the place so much they learnt magic and made themselves disappear. our air guns sound like fart. and lunch is forever from number 1 lokyang way. bak chor mee, mee hoon kuay or normal vegetable rice. thats all the choice. but then. one thing that overrides everything i just mentioned. the team is so close we can predict each other's next move. somehow the language barrier helped us all work together and now i'm dreading the end of my contract. i just don't wanna leave. ok fine. makan place got chio girls from ferrari :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got a raise for working hard. and extra bonus for overtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-3585589937195939787?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/3585589937195939787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=3585589937195939787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/3585589937195939787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/3585589937195939787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/08/float-like-butterfly-sting-like-bee.html' title='float like a butterfly sting like a bee'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-503613006944286333</id><published>2007-07-31T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:03:51.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I BOUGHT UNDERCLASS HERO!!!!!! :)))))))))))))))))</title><content type='html'>THREE NAMES THAT FRIENDS CALL YOU&lt;br /&gt;1. kenny&lt;br /&gt;2. moses&lt;br /&gt;3. khairon&lt;br /&gt;(or a combination of all 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE MOST IMPORTANT DATES IN YOUR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;1. 28 Febuary 1989&lt;br /&gt;2. 25th December 2002. baptism&lt;br /&gt;3. 6 Jan 2006. point of no return. the date i signed 3 year contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE LAST 33 MINUTES&lt;br /&gt;1. lose in heroes 3&lt;br /&gt;2. played robot arena 2. built a super lame bot. thrashed every other bot. got bored.&lt;br /&gt;3. blog surf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOUTITE BOOKS&lt;br /&gt;1. The Bible&lt;br /&gt;2. Who Stole my cheese? - Dr. Spencer Johnson. read it twice and i still have no idea what its about&lt;br /&gt;3. flour babies. heck. i was forced to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;1. Shopping&lt;br /&gt;2. Work&lt;br /&gt;3. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE SONGS AS OF NOW&lt;br /&gt;1. Underclass Hero - Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;2. Contagious - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;3. Baby Come On - Plus 44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX&lt;br /&gt;1. smile&lt;br /&gt;2. eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE YOU MISS FROM YOUR PAST&lt;br /&gt;1. chiew lian&lt;br /&gt;2. ila&lt;br /&gt;3. 4N12005. MISS YOU ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE&lt;br /&gt;1. car. a fairlady would do :P&lt;br /&gt;2. Mark Hoppus' pink bass&lt;br /&gt;3. Deryk Whibly's guitar. the one he used mtv icon metallica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES&lt;br /&gt;1. playing soccer&lt;br /&gt;2. sleeping&lt;br /&gt;3. playing soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANNA GO FOR HOLIDAY&lt;br /&gt;1. North London&lt;br /&gt;2. Nurburg, Germany. hot car magnet.&lt;br /&gt;3. Jerusalem, Isreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE CARTOON CHARACTERS&lt;br /&gt;1. Wolverine&lt;br /&gt;2. Pink panther&lt;br /&gt;3. Double D. from ed edd and eddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE GIRLS'/BOYS' NAMES&lt;br /&gt;1. Cone&lt;br /&gt;2. Kolo&lt;br /&gt;3. Boaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE MALLS YOU USUALLY GO TO&lt;br /&gt;1. Jurong Point&lt;br /&gt;2. Queensway Shopping Center&lt;br /&gt;3. Anchorpoint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE FASTFOODS&lt;br /&gt;1. Beef FANtastic - Macs&lt;br /&gt;2. Meatball Marinara -Subway&lt;br /&gt;3. Whopper - BK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCHOOLS YOU'VE ATTENDED&lt;br /&gt;1. Hong Kah Sec&lt;br /&gt;2. Hong Kah Pri&lt;br /&gt;3. St. Joseph Church Kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE FAVOURITE DRINKS&lt;br /&gt;1. Ice Lemon Tea&lt;br /&gt;2. Whatever&lt;br /&gt;3. milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS FOUND IN YOUR BAG&lt;br /&gt;1. today's newpaper&lt;br /&gt;2. dirty overalls&lt;br /&gt;3. broken/damaged badges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PERFUMES/COLOGNES&lt;br /&gt;1. i do&lt;br /&gt;2. not use&lt;br /&gt;3. perfume or cologne. BO rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS&lt;br /&gt;1. pink&lt;br /&gt;2. white&lt;br /&gt;3. green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE EVENTS YOU'RE LOOKING FORWARD TO&lt;br /&gt;1. new church building&lt;br /&gt;2. start of new epl season&lt;br /&gt;3. national day break&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-503613006944286333?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/503613006944286333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=503613006944286333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/503613006944286333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/503613006944286333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-bought-underclass-hero.html' title='I BOUGHT UNDERCLASS HERO!!!!!! :)))))))))))))))))'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-8393277574012358597</id><published>2007-07-28T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:43:09.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listen what i say oh</title><content type='html'>a very wise friend from work who just got married told me something very interesting. he said that every human relationship will have an ending. if its a very good friend, it could end because of a disagreement or arguement that can't be resolved. if girlfriend/boyfriend obviously could result in a breakup. and a marriage can end with a messy divorce. and even if all goes well surely death will end them all. all you gotta do is hang on to whatever you can. cos you'll never know when you need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his wife is so damn lucky. she can grow fat and ugly without any worry of losing her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as for me, i will not think twice to let go of anything that stumbles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it this way. when you're born, its like jumping out of a plane. when you're growing up, its like the freefall. and when you know you're about to meet the ground below you, you pull your parachute. friends = parachute. now how bout when your chute is around your neck? threatening to kill you before you even reach the ground. take out your knife and cut it away, then pull your reserve chute. now step back and notice this. the sooner you pull your main parachute, the more time you have to react when things go wrong. if your reaction of cutting away the crappy chute is too slow you'll be strangled. if your reaction to pull your reserve after you cut your crappy chute is too slow, you'll smash into the ground like bird droppings. or if you're lucky, break a leg or two. not a nice feeling. and i'd really be sorry for you if your reserve chute sucked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is why i rock&lt;br /&gt;this is why i rock&lt;br /&gt;this is why&lt;br /&gt;this is why&lt;br /&gt;this is why i rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-8393277574012358597?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-25662061.post-284243545194903277</id><published>2007-07-22T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T23:44:46.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo boy is feeling emo :(</title><content type='html'>i know i'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the concern, junting, claud, sarahh, tisha. you guys rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i've always said, if it doesn't kill me, it makes me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday shoutouts to the chans(no they're not related)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Sixteenth Bellejoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Twenty-second, Ivan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK ON!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be working my ass off this week. i'm gonna try earning more from overtime pay than my usual pay. i wanna buy myself a bike for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love OT. it takes my mind off everything. even though i perspire until my whole overalls soaked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-284243545194903277?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/284243545194903277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=284243545194903277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/284243545194903277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/284243545194903277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/07/emo-boy-is-feeling-emo.html' title='emo boy is feeling emo :('/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-8244224599337636628</id><published>2007-07-16T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T21:51:57.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this time i'm really back</title><content type='html'>yea. i'm back. for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i DID have internet. haha. just that super slow cos the neighbours kept stealing our internet. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my laptop is back too. so now i have my laptop for msning and games and whatever and my pc beside me for only one thing and one thing only - POKEMON. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, new template. bugatti veyron. fastest and most expensive car on the planet :) i like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-8244224599337636628?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/8244224599337636628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=8244224599337636628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/8244224599337636628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a couple of news report i'd like to respond to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first. john obi mikel's comment that man united don't deserve to win the premiership title. he says they chelsea deserve it because they play more games than any other team in england. he's an idiot. man u and chelsea reached the same stage of the champs league and the fa cup. in the fa cup, they only play more games if they lose the first game and force a replay and that only happens to top teams if they don't work hard. and man u is by far the hardest working team in england this season. and that coming from a neutral like me. so there. john obi mikel is a sore loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. bullying in s'pore schools. should schools have "bully police"? i say a big fat NO. why? cos i believe that it builds character. it helps kids to be strong mentally. but of course sometimes it may go too far. it may become physical and someone may get physically hurt. but in those cases it wouldn't be called bullying. it'll be assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-4682710065757507754?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/4682710065757507754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=4682710065757507754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/4682710065757507754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/4682710065757507754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-time-no-see_13.html' title='long time no see'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-7493877267010640189</id><published>2007-05-13T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:59:42.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no see</title><content type='html'>well. blogger wouldn't let me log in. so i didn't bother to try again. finally it let me log in on the first try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monthly cd of may is AVRIL LAVIGNE!!! mtv artist of the month. hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a couple of news report i'd like to respond to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first. john obi mikel's comment that man united don't deserve to win the premiership title. he says they chelsea deserve it because they play more games than any other team in england. he's an idiot. man u and chelsea reached the same stage of the champs league and the fa cup. in the fa cup, they only play more games if they lose the first game and force a replay and that only happens to top teams if they don't work hard. and man u is by far the hardest working team in england this season. and that coming from a neutral like me. so there. john obi mikel is a sore loser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. bullying in s'pore schools. should schools have "bully police"? i say a big fat NO. why? cos i believe that it builds character. it helps kids to be strong mentally. but of course sometimes it may go too far. it may become physical and someone may get physically hurt. but in those cases it wouldn't be called bullying. it'll be assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course i'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-7493877267010640189?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7493877267010640189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=7493877267010640189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/7493877267010640189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/7493877267010640189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/05/long-time-no-see.html' title='long time no see'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-1166920423169667308</id><published>2007-04-25T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T20:16:59.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>growing old doesn't mean growing up</title><content type='html'>went to school today. my classmates really have been a blessing. lets just say an attempt at putting me down actually confirmed that i look younger than 18. good thing i was the butt of the 'joke'. if it were someone else, somebody may just getta hurt real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another classmate of mine gave me an idea. a great idea. a brilliant idea. well, he started a business as a photographer and so used lunchtime to go hunt for photography stuff. and so i tagged along. his smart idea was this - take cool photos and sell them. not just anywhere. but on T shirts. how smart. i told him its a dumb idea (just so that he'll abandon it so i can use it.) ok so here's MY smart idea. print cool slogans on shirts, sell them for ten times the cost price and give the profit to the church rebuilding fund. now, just imagine this -a black shirt with the word "sinner" in red chiller font. thats for the front. on the back, the word "forgiven", in big and white letters. the font i haven't decided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, now, how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its actually the computer's fault that my image hosts can't upload my pictures. and i don't know how to fix it. and because of that, you, my beloved readers, will suffer from seeing the pagani zonda r everytime you read my blog forever and ever. or until i have my the problem fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the template i had lined up after this one is another fast car. in fact, its the world's fastest. and most expensive. too bad i can't upload it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every night our lonely planet slides across the universe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-1166920423169667308?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1166920423169667308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=1166920423169667308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/1166920423169667308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/1166920423169667308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/04/growing-old-doesnt-mean-growing-up.html' title='growing old doesn&apos;t mean growing up'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-4760307555997427526</id><published>2007-04-22T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T10:02:44.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i would like to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is photobucket not working for me? why? why? why? so annoying. can't upload anything. i wait for an hour and its still at 0%. wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photobucket is driving me nuts!!!&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;eh ello sir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-4760307555997427526?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-25662061.post-6896988786388635377</id><published>2007-04-12T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:27:30.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the future 2</title><content type='html'>this one's from exactly 2 years ago. 120405.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A - Are you Male or Female?&lt;br /&gt;then: male&lt;br /&gt;now: male.. i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. B - Band listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;then: Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;now: limp bizkit&lt;br /&gt;3. C - Career in future?&lt;br /&gt;then: HA! kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;now: mechanic? nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. D - Drink or smoke?&lt;br /&gt;then: neither&lt;br /&gt;now: now that i'm allowed to, drink. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. E - Easiest person/s to talk to?&lt;br /&gt;then: Chiew Lian&lt;br /&gt;now: aik hong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. F - Favorite song/s at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;then: Letters to you - Finch&lt;br /&gt;now: face down - red jumpsuit apparatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. G - Gummy Bears or Gummy worms?&lt;br /&gt;then: Bears&lt;br /&gt;now: bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. H - Have you ever had a girlfriend/boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;then: few&lt;br /&gt;now: yea a few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I - Instruments?&lt;br /&gt;then: Guitar, bass, &lt;br /&gt;now: guitar, bass, drums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. J - Jam on bread?&lt;br /&gt;then: no.. only butter and lots of sugar&lt;br /&gt;now: can't eat jam without bread. i'll take both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. K - Kids?&lt;br /&gt;then: at this age?&lt;br /&gt;now: not that i know of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. L - Longest ride ever?&lt;br /&gt;then: life itself is a roller coaster.. &lt;br /&gt;now: life is still a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. M - My favorite sport?&lt;br /&gt;then: soccer and pool&lt;br /&gt;now: soccer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. N - Number of siblings?&lt;br /&gt;then: 3 elder sisters&lt;br /&gt;now: 3 elder sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. O - Obssessive?&lt;br /&gt;then: not really&lt;br /&gt;now: not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. P - Phobias?&lt;br /&gt;then: dun really have any.. at least not for now..&lt;br /&gt;now: not anything earthly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Q - Favourite Quote?&lt;br /&gt;then: I do not use my brains - Tay Su Moi&lt;br /&gt;now: Let My People Go - Moses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. R- Reason to smile?&lt;br /&gt;then: lots of things.. &lt;br /&gt;now: i'm alive and kicking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. S - Song you last sang?&lt;br /&gt;then: National anthem&lt;br /&gt;now: dave's possesed hair - sum 41.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. T - time you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;then: 0600.. stupid school..&lt;br /&gt;now: 0600.. stupid work..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. U - Unknown fact about you?&lt;br /&gt;then: if i had any i'd rather it remain unknown..&lt;br /&gt;now: hmmm.. can't think of any now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. V - Vegetable/Fruit you hate?&lt;br /&gt;then: cucumber&lt;br /&gt;now: cucumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. W - Worst habit?&lt;br /&gt;then: Burping and farting&lt;br /&gt;now: spitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. X - X-rays you've had?&lt;br /&gt;then: lots.. can't remember any of them though&lt;br /&gt;now: lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Y - Yummy food/s?&lt;br /&gt;then: mums cooking&lt;br /&gt;now: my own cooking. and mum's cooking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Z - Zodiac sign?&lt;br /&gt;then: pisces.. i think..&lt;br /&gt;now: pisces. right? the fish one?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-6896988786388635377?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/6896988786388635377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=6896988786388635377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/6896988786388635377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/6896988786388635377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-to-future-2.html' title='back to the future 2'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-6405928379336512412</id><published>2007-04-08T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:55:53.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks but no thanks</title><content type='html'>sometimes people give you really good advice. but they really don't know how hard it is to do it. caleb suggested to me that i should give maybe fifty or a hundred bucks to my parents every month. easy for someone who works, right? it would be if my paycheque was a full $750. but no. cpf deduction - 599 left. insurance thingy(its complicated. all i know is some cash just disappears from my bank account on the 6th of every month.) - 300 left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets hit the fine details. lunch - $2.50(rice) + $1(drink) = $3.50. tea break - $0.80(teh peng) + $1.00 (apok-apok)= $1.80 X 2(two tea breaks everyday) = $3.60. dinner = free(instant noodle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cash needed per day = $3.50 + $3.60 = $7.10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working days per month = assuming one month has 4 weeks, 6 X 4 = 24 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cash spent on food per month = 24 X $7.10 = $170.40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that leaves me with around 130 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets assume i cheat every bus driver when i take bus. 60 cents per ride, 4 rides per day (2 to and 2 from work). amounts to $1.80 per day. thats 43 bucks a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which leaves me with 87 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, assuming i give my parents a hundred bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that'll leave me with a grand total of $-17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now. you all know i don't cheat EVERY bus driver on earth. but that one hard to put to numbers cos the figure will vary depends on which bus i decide not to cheat on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;expenditure on weekends (anything that isn't work) also hard to put to numbers cos it varies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, i do not earn as much as people think i do. i mean, when people ask me how much i'm paid, i'll say 750 a month and they'll gasp at the huge sum. but little do they know how much i really get to keep. i'm not blaming anyone who thinks i'm a filthy rich slacker with deep pockets. i'm not even blaming caleb for trying to get me to give. i mean i have the greatest respect for him as a leader, a senior and as the teacher i wish i had when i was in school. and i'm not one to argue with people. i'd rather take it in, think about it and then somehow try to apply. this time, i really wish i could give to my parents. and when my mum finds out my bank account's zero she'll try to shove some money into my hands and wouldn't take no for an answer. now how am i supposed to react? i'd take the money la but reluctantly, obviously. yea, i'd really love to give away my negative balance but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a birthday shoutout to my bro, weidi. HAPPY 18TH!!! ROCK ON!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-6405928379336512412?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/6405928379336512412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=6405928379336512412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/6405928379336512412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/6405928379336512412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/04/thanks-but-no-thanks.html' title='thanks but no thanks'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-1168914960790448410</id><published>2007-04-07T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T16:10:10.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to the future</title><content type='html'>i got bored today cos match cancelled. so i browsed through my old blog posts from 2 blogs ago. found some quizzes i took and i thought it'd be cool to do it agian to see how much i've changed since then. this one's from 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR IDEAL PARTNER&lt;br /&gt;[1] How well must he/she know u?&lt;br /&gt;then: doesn't matter &lt;br /&gt;now: so well that she finishes my sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Does looks counts?&lt;br /&gt;then: yes but not very important&lt;br /&gt;now: yes but not very important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Must he/she have an X-Factor&lt;br /&gt;then: whats that?&lt;br /&gt;now: oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4] Drive a car/bike?&lt;br /&gt;then: nope.. what about up the wall?&lt;br /&gt;now: bike would be cool but i'll be the one riding it :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[5] Go clubbing often?&lt;br /&gt;then: dun really care&lt;br /&gt;now: no clubbing please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[6] Feel secure with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;then: D-U-H&lt;br /&gt;now: D-U-H&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7] Good at cracking jokes?&lt;br /&gt;then: no need la.. I crack the jokes.. she laughs&lt;br /&gt;now: as long as its not too lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[8] Should he/she be always spending all&lt;br /&gt;his/her time with u?&lt;br /&gt;then: if thats what she wants&lt;br /&gt;now: family first, studies second, spending time with me should be third priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[9] Conservative towards you?&lt;br /&gt;then: er.. ya&lt;br /&gt;now: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10] A quick thinker?&lt;br /&gt;then: yes.. of course..&lt;br /&gt;now: slow thinkers can be cute sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[11] Should he/she have a good sense of&lt;br /&gt;dressing?&lt;br /&gt;then: as long as doesn't make me feel stupid..&lt;br /&gt;now: however she pleases. but please. not too revealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[12] Preferbably what kind of hairstyle?&lt;br /&gt;then: a blue/pink mohawk would be great&lt;br /&gt;now: naturally black. length doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[13] Should he/she be the one making&lt;br /&gt;decisions all the time?&lt;br /&gt;then: i won't mind&lt;br /&gt;now: no. i wear the pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[14] Romantic?&lt;br /&gt;then:ya&lt;br /&gt;now: of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[15] Shy?&lt;br /&gt;then: never&lt;br /&gt;now: doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[16] Hot-Tempered?&lt;br /&gt;then: must be able to fight with me la&lt;br /&gt;now: slow to anger, quick to correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[17] Loud or Quiet?&lt;br /&gt;then:&lt;b&gt;LOUD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now: have the right volume at the right time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[18] Generous or Stingy?&lt;br /&gt;then:generous la&lt;br /&gt;now: generous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[19] Kind or Heartless?&lt;br /&gt;then: hah.. stupid question&lt;br /&gt;now: hah.. stupid question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20] Cute or Sweet?&lt;br /&gt;then: both&lt;br /&gt;now: both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[21] Vain or Casual?&lt;br /&gt;then:casual&lt;br /&gt;now: casual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[22] Punk or Hipster?&lt;br /&gt;then: PUNK&lt;br /&gt;now: doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[23] Smart or Stupid?&lt;br /&gt;then: smart but act stupid&lt;br /&gt;now: smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[24] *For guys* Should she wear heavy make&lt;br /&gt;up most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;then:&lt;b&gt;NEVER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now: wear, can. but not too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[25] *For girls* Must he dress up all the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[26] Should he/she pamper u?&lt;br /&gt;then:pamper? no need la&lt;br /&gt;now: i'll pamper her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[27] Should he/she be open minded when&lt;br /&gt;speaking to u?&lt;br /&gt;then:ya&lt;br /&gt;now: duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[28] Should he/she be well-educated?&lt;br /&gt;then:got brain can already&lt;br /&gt;now: no. but must be ambitious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[29] Good Looking+Dumb OR&lt;br /&gt;Ugly+Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;then:either&lt;br /&gt;now: either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[30] Possessive+faithful OR&lt;br /&gt;Freedom+unfaithful&lt;br /&gt;then:either&lt;br /&gt;now: faithful but possesive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[31] Childish+Caring OR Mature+Ignorant&lt;br /&gt;childish+caring.&lt;br /&gt;then:either&lt;br /&gt;now: either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[32] Should you be able to see a future&lt;br /&gt;ahead for u 2?&lt;br /&gt;then:duh&lt;br /&gt;now: duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[33] Do u think this kind of girl/guy exists?&lt;br /&gt;then:oh yeah.. of cos&lt;br /&gt;now: of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[34] If yes, have u met him/her?&lt;br /&gt;then:maybe, maybe not&lt;br /&gt;now: i believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[35] If no, do u think u will be able to meet&lt;br /&gt;him/her?&lt;br /&gt;then: no answer&lt;br /&gt;now: i said yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-1168914960790448410?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1168914960790448410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=1168914960790448410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/1168914960790448410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/1168914960790448410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/04/back-to-future.html' title='back to the future'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-7028524941926193017</id><published>2007-04-05T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T21:02:51.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monthly CD: march and april.</title><content type='html'>won't have a list this time cos i didn't have time to go and research. so i just went to the shop, browsed for a few minutes and some albums did catch my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guns 'n' roses (greatest hits)&lt;br /&gt;daughtry (daughtry)&lt;br /&gt;the feeling (twelve stops and home)&lt;br /&gt;muse (black holes and revelations)&lt;br /&gt;michael jackson (number ones)&lt;br /&gt;relient k (score and seven years ago)&lt;br /&gt;taylor hicks (taylor hicks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by means of elimination, i chose daughtry. haven't got a chance to listen thoroughly. so i can't say anything about it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since its holy week and good friday tomorrow, i wanted something that could relate to that. so, relient k it is. since i had time, i browsed through the cd even though i'm really fatigued by work and i found it... boring. i was the second last track. but just as i was about to turn it off, i decided to give the eleven minute last track a chance. its really one of those piano-y songs that puts you to sleep. then the words kick in. "this is my deathbed. i lie here alone. if i close my eyes tonight, i know i'll be home". sets me thinking about death. like how i'd feel if i knew i'm gonna die now. would i be afraid? or would i say,"come take me home, lord", and die with a smile? i'd take the latter, please.&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/25662061-7028524941926193017?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/7028524941926193017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=7028524941926193017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/7028524941926193017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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enough. on monday, i did something that almost killed everyone at work. no, not kill. thats not a big enough word. blow up. yeah. i almost blew up the whole place and everyone in it. basically, i short circuited one car battery. thats not all. it was right beside a mountain of other car batteries. so if my battery exploded, so will the rest. and one battery exploding could blow up a car. i'm trying not to think of the concequences when a whole pile of batteries explode. scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids, please do not try this at home. i'm serious. i was shaking like a leaf after the whole thing was over. of course, nobody saw me shaking. cos i was covered by a blanket of thick white smoke from the battery. consider yourself warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, another warning message from me. next time you take a cab, always check the tyre size of the cab. especially the rear tyre. here's why - there is a growing trend of cabbies mounting smaller than usual tyres on their vehicles. the cab meter is actually connected to a sensor on the drive shaft of the cab and not the wheels. too cheem? okay. smaller tyres = longer distance travelled = more ka-ching! for the cabbie and more room in your wallet too. standard tyre size can be found on the dashboard on most cabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, it is very hard to catch these cabby criminals cos they can always change the tyres before inspection. so smart. but you can arm yourselves with the ability to refuse a ride by any of these cheaterbugs or even be smart enough to take down the licence plate number, report it and gain a handsome reward (fat hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this message is brought to you by torquewrencedotblogspotdotcom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please donate generously to the kennYneedsanewpersonalcomputer fund. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-25662061.post-2908214248896974867</id><published>2007-03-18T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T22:15:34.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp kaizen</title><content type='html'>i enjoyed camp very much. even though the beds were eleven years old and the toilets were better off being just a hole in the ground. nobody dared to even use the buckets they provided. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you need to get out there into the jungles to appreciate the beauty of God's creations. its where you think about why God created what seem to be useless creatures like leeches and mosquitoes. and how perfect it is that every one of God's creations depend on each other. it is in a way quite cool to have this experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. new chop. i've never seen a phanthom choped before so i decided i want to be the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/rrphantom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/th_rrphantom.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my march cd will have to wait. i really can't find the time to buy these days. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-2908214248896974867?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/2908214248896974867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=2908214248896974867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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for that very suprising conference call which was mostly lyn whining. i was very entertained :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, i was actually spending my 18th birthday by myself. me, myself and i. cos somebody pangseh me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. there have been people asking me what my birthday wish is and i really haven't thought about it. i mean, must wish one meh? okay. i will. i think i wish to be taken more seriously. i know the lamer the jokes get, the less seriously people will take me. so i will try to refrain from telling super lame jokes. i'll work it out from there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish people could tell the difference between me being serious and me being an idiot. but i have no control over the thoughts of other people and therefore i shall not bother myself about it. wish is all i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even "i'm serious" sounds like i'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting bored of this template. time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piece out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-616316094538973871?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/616316094538973871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=616316094538973871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/616316094538973871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/616316094538973871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/03/eighteen-just-held-such-better-days.html' title='eighteen just held such better days'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-829537127989565497</id><published>2007-02-28T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T23:45:00.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its just one of those days when you find yourself telling the face in the mirror,"happy birthday, asshole".</title><content type='html'>parody of "The Greatest Gift".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feburary falls away&lt;br /&gt;I am no more seventeen&lt;br /&gt;I'm eighteen, I'm eighteen&lt;br /&gt;Seems like just another week&lt;br /&gt;Strangely i still feel the same&lt;br /&gt;See my IC, see my IC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can go to 4D shop and place my bets,&lt;br /&gt;To seven-eleven - to buy vodka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no great feeling or sensation&lt;br /&gt;I've turned eighteen, yea so I've turned eighteen&lt;br /&gt;I can learn driving, take my licence&lt;br /&gt;Can go clubbing,&lt;br /&gt;Watch M18 movies&lt;br /&gt;I'm just older and thats all&lt;br /&gt;I'm just older and thats all&lt;br /&gt;I'm just older and thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much work but no money&lt;br /&gt;Many jokes but not funny&lt;br /&gt;I'm eighteen, yes i'm eighteen&lt;br /&gt;Old but still do stupid things&lt;br /&gt;Like writing out this parody&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe, but I'm eighteen&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-829537127989565497?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/829537127989565497/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-25662061.post-5684649981203850736</id><published>2007-02-18T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T00:30:50.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gong xi fa cai (to me. hehe.)</title><content type='html'>so its that time of the year again. when income comes in little red packets, when you're reminded not to get married too early and when you need a little whisper in the ear when you try to address wrinkly old people you have no idea how they're related to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my chinese new year started yesterday. my uncle's wedding tea ceremony thingy. its probably the lamest ceremony i ever took part in. i don't know how this tradition could be brought this far down history. basically its like this - the bride and groom serve tea to their elders in exchange for ang paos. THEN, the younger ones, or the ones who aren't married serve the bride and groom tea for the same reason that is to get an ang pao. now, now. wouldn't it be easier for the elders to just give the younger ones the ang paos straightaway? and screw the tea cos it tastes awful anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;combined service was strange. really strange. cos i found myself singing the chinese words. really. so much so that i forgot how to sing king of majesty in english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, went to grandma/aunt's place. to sleep. then went back home. to sleep some more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to grandaunt's place. my favourite place to visit. cos got the best food and the most people which translates to more ang paos which then translates to more money. and whats more. there is a tradition with my cousins and myself and my sister that everytime we go there we have to go into the room with the PS2 after dark and scare ourselves by playing fatal frame on the PS2. its been going on since 5 years ago i think. great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i was bored just now so i did another chop. its everybody's favourite car. its the Evo. check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/evo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/th_evo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the vinyl on the side is actually my face. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dragon horse gold god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year year got fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more last shout-out. HAPPY BIRTHDAY CRYSTAL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-5684649981203850736?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/5684649981203850736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=5684649981203850736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/5684649981203850736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/5684649981203850736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/02/gong-xi-fa-cai-to-me-hehe.html' title='gong xi fa cai (to me. hehe.)'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-4329503168698219927</id><published>2007-02-15T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T19:46:21.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>honey, remember the time i told you i'd love you forever and ever? i lied.</title><content type='html'>happy valentines day, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. i'll be honest. didn't go for alpha dinner (even though i can cos school suprisingly ended 2 hours early) cos i had a problem with the dress code. not cos i was allergic to french food. so i had mutton curry for dinner instead. yep. canned mutton curry. nice. i don't know... could anything beat it? french food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went blog hunting last night and i found some blogs belonging to some people i never thought i'd ever see again. ayu and fadilah, my two little angels. haha. i still remember them from four years ago. or three? four minus one equals three right? right. ayu has pink fonts!!!! PINK!! =)))))damn i sound like a little girlie. i remember the first time i took their class for psl lessons. she was the chief of mischief, man. attitude problem and all. then came shafarina to the rescue. the rest is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, the internet is such a small world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-4329503168698219927?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/4329503168698219927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=4329503168698219927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/4329503168698219927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/4329503168698219927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/02/honey-remember-time-i-told-you-id-love.html' title='honey, remember the time i told you i&apos;d love you forever and ever? i lied.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-1623973811074996700</id><published>2007-02-11T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T21:26:29.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its really good to hear your voice.</title><content type='html'>jamming today was fun. fun with a huge grin on my face. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new template. the fairlady. boy kill boy providing the music. and the big'ol nissan embelm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i've heard my febuary cds. tracks going into my playlist - 3. out of ten tracks. (and i realise i need a new memory card. 512 is not enough anymore.) 'suzie' is from FIFA street 2 and 'civil sin' from FIFA 07. the last one making it to the playlist is 'friday-friday'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird al. i can't believe how he could do usher's confessions part 2, man. its really funny. if you're feeling emo, this is the perfect antidote. i don't get the canadian idiot one, though. them american jokes. one thing i like about weird al is that his words are very clear when he sings. this is important. cos the fun is in the lyrics. that is unlike alot of other artistes whose words are mumbly and unclear. weird al rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next cd. Payable On Death: Greatest Hits. borrowed from derrick. the thing i love about greatest hits is that the chances of being disappointed are minimal since they are the greatest the artiste has produced, right? right. so. P.O.D's is no different. the only problem i had with it was the lyrics booklet thingy had some text in a font color that is only a wee bit lighter than the background color. so i can't read it properly. especially now when one of my ceiling light bulbs is faulty. i learnt one new word from P.O.D. and that is - SOULJAH! and i am one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am looking for a band called 'british beef'. i heard them off FIFA street 2. please tolong tolong help me. i can't seem to find them anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day "people miss opportunities because they come disguised as hard work"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-1623973811074996700?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1623973811074996700/comments/default' 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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-25662061.post-4354797046791108629</id><published>2007-02-08T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:01:19.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dumb things people do.</title><content type='html'>here's something really funny from work. two things, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. in the service center, there's something called a jobcard. on this jobcard, things regarding the customer's car are written down for future reference. things like service history and owner's remark. i found this one just the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/DSC00542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/th_DSC00542.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite shocked. i thought what murdered woman will drop off the car when i open the door. quite funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next, on the windscreens of most of the cars there's a sticker thingy that has the date and the mileage of the next service for the owner to take note of. and the person who does all this writing is my boss. and i found this yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/DSC00541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/th_DSC00541.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. its a good thing the mileage came first. if not, the owner won't come for servicing for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;febuary cd. my five choices were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock/pop: boy kill boy - civilian&lt;br /&gt;i heard boy kill boy on a couple of video game soundtracks. i like the way they sounded. very different yet catchy. spotted this one on the shelves and decided to consider it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiphop/rap: eminem presents the re-up&lt;br /&gt;i love eminem. i've only heard one of the tracks, you don't know, and the man shouldn't be retired. this one's got collaborations with current top artistes. but after taking a quick glance at the track list, i thought maybe i should go look at other albums that may be better. but there were none. well, except akon, which i'm putting in another catogory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;local/asian: ronin - do or die&lt;br /&gt;i've already got saw loser and electrico is boring. so i thought maybe try ronin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mtv artist of the month/buzz worthy: akon - konvicted&lt;br /&gt;this one is easy to choose. akon or rain? y'think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classics/greatest hits: the offspring&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. offspring. one of my favourite bands. they brought us songs like pretty fly, why don't you get a job and way down the line. punk rock RULES! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i chose (drum roll please) boy kill boy.&lt;br /&gt;why? basically, i'm not really into acorn and m&amp;m. and i already have most of the offspring's music in the comp. so. ronin vs boy kill boy. i haven't heard anything from ronin before. i swear. maybe i have but even if i did, its not at all memorable cos i would've remembered who sang it. so there. boy kill boy is my febuary cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. i bought another cd. the artist is the one that inspire me to write parodies even though it might sound stupid and funny and stupid. this guy has been around for ages and i stumbled upon his latest album, straight outta lynwood, and straight away i snapped it up. the man is none other that weird al yankovic. tracks include white &amp; nerdy (ridin' by chamillionaire), confessions part 3 (confessions part 2 by usher) and canadian idiot (american idiot by greenday). get ready to be amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-25662061.post-8637016032266730135</id><published>2007-02-07T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T17:51:41.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!!!</title><content type='html'>i'm getting a hang of this betting thing. i predicted the exact scores for 4 consecutive matches. all from the asean football championships. malaysia 1:1 singapore, singapore 1:1 malaysia, singapore 2:1 thailand and thailand 1:1 singapore what luck. haha. i only placed bets for 2 of them, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ivan's sharing on sunday was really great. everyone stayed awake. i know i sure did. i know i've been guilty of alot of the things mentioned. and yes, its really hard to resist shouting funny words that you don't even know the meaning of in a crowded stadium just cos it seems fun. its hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, WE WIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-8637016032266730135?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/8637016032266730135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=8637016032266730135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/8637016032266730135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/8637016032266730135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-are-champions.html' title='WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!!!'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-7680177673295265985</id><published>2007-02-01T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:45:36.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute to the national stadium</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a young boy,&lt;br /&gt;My father took me into the stadium&lt;br /&gt;To see a football match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Son when you grow up,&lt;br /&gt;would you be the champion on the podium, &lt;br /&gt;the saviour of the fans?"&lt;br /&gt;He said "Will you defeat your opponents,&lt;br /&gt;and all of their supporters, &lt;br /&gt;the fans you'll grow to hate?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because one day we'll need you,&lt;br /&gt;A leader to lead us to the final,&lt;br /&gt;the match that starts at eight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a young boy,&lt;br /&gt;My father took me into the stadium&lt;br /&gt;To see a football match.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Son when you grow up,&lt;br /&gt;would you be the champion on the podium, &lt;br /&gt;the saviour of the fans?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I flip the switch and its showing on TV.&lt;br /&gt;they're playing teams that i don't even know.&lt;br /&gt;And through it all, the rise and fall, the training on the pitch.&lt;br /&gt;And when it's gone i want you all to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kallang roar&lt;br /&gt;The Kallang roar&lt;br /&gt;And though my throat is sore believe me&lt;br /&gt;The memory of Kallang roar&lt;br /&gt;The Kallang roar&lt;br /&gt;And even though they will rebuild it&lt;br /&gt;The people won't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time that you see it will be in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;The gallery that used to sit us all.&lt;br /&gt;So tear it down and build it back&lt;br /&gt;Let's shout it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;We're lions to the end we hear the roar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kallang roar&lt;br /&gt;The Kallang roar&lt;br /&gt;And though my throat is sore believe me&lt;br /&gt;The memory of Kallang roar&lt;br /&gt;The Kallang roar&lt;br /&gt;And though they will rebuild it&lt;br /&gt;The people won't forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't be bothered to finish the rest of the song. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're really dumb and don't know what song i ripped it from, its MCR's Welcome To The Black Parade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-7680177673295265985?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-25662061.post-1757650184650279726</id><published>2007-01-29T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:22:09.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>si beh suay</title><content type='html'>somebody or something put a small piece of glass in the soap container at work. and when i went to wash my hands, i picked it up and i didn't realise my hand was bleeding until a few seconds after i felt the pain. i thought the pain was normal. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then. on saturday. a car came in on tow. the bonnet burnt and headlights melted. actually, everything plastic under the bonnet was melted. it was not an accident. it blew up in flames while it was parked. the worst thing is that it just came for servicing the day before. and i was the one who serviced it. i'm pretty sure i didn't have anything to do with the fire cos the car had earth cables all over the engine compartment. like spider web. the case is still under investigation by the SCDF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spikedhumor.com/articles/79476/No_Pork.html"&gt;No Pork!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after working at tan chong lokyang for over a year, my vocabulary has increased. i've learnt alot of new phrases i never knew existed before. let me share my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cow car water - chinatown&lt;br /&gt;2. kill fish - shark&lt;br /&gt;3. hungry fish - crocodile&lt;br /&gt;4. fire car - train&lt;br /&gt;5. paper egg fire car - bullet train&lt;br /&gt;6. horse come - malay&lt;br /&gt;7. heart bitter - suffering(or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;8. deepfried egg - bomb&lt;br /&gt;9. long tight road - giraffe&lt;br /&gt;10. electricity talk - phone&lt;br /&gt;11. electricity four chicken - television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-1757650184650279726?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/1757650184650279726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=1757650184650279726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/1757650184650279726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/1757650184650279726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/01/si-beh-suay.html' title='si beh suay'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-9026134409334594575</id><published>2007-01-19T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:50:16.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hole in my pocket.</title><content type='html'>junting's request for a chopped RX7 has got me going on chopping again. i stopped for some reason after finishing the BMW M3. while looking for rescources for the RX7 i stumbled upon a chopped ferrari. the best chop i've ever seen. the only problem i had with it was that it didn't include the original picture. other than that, ROCKED. now i wanna do more. but i dun have alot of time to burn nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm so cash strapped this month (and i predict it will continue to be in months to come), i've been looking for ways to cut down on my spending. the number one thing that made me spend so much is actually my ezlink card. ever since i started using adult fare(cos i not student anymore), i've been spending 3 times more than usual on transport alone. so. i've checked out the prices and routes of buses that i can take to get to work and realised that i can save two bucks a week if i walk further to another bus stop and take another bus every day. but more walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more money saving tactics. be more patient and wait for my mum on sundays. she like to take cab to church. free transport. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. this one obvious la. no need to mention. NEW SKIN!!! Dodge viper. i got bored of being emo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been playing tony hawk's american wasteland for 2 weeks now. the character hairstyles are whack, man. if i were to change my real life hairstyle, it'd be Devil's Lock. but not practical la. i'd render one eye useless. and i may get chocked by my own hair. okay. liberty spikes also quite cool. but alot of wax wasted. ehh. i think i'll stick with what i have now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EUREKA! another money saving tactic. cut my hair. look like student. then i only need to pay 60 cents coins for long distance bus rides. short distance ones then use EZlink!!! SMART!!! HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. guilty conscience kicking in. i shouldn't be cheating our wonderful government. the government that made the air cleaner by banning smoking in bus stops and restricting the smoke to one corner of coffee shops. you gotta love the government, man. shouldn't be cheating. no no no way, man. kids, don't ever cheat your government. ya that also means your parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now who says i teach kids bad things?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-9026134409334594575?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/9026134409334594575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=9026134409334594575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/9026134409334594575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/9026134409334594575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/01/hole-in-my-pocket.html' title='the hole in my pocket.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-703313930940238538</id><published>2007-01-17T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T22:15:20.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have some pity for laos, man</title><content type='html'>11-0. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drew against indonesia. 2-2. it was quite a match. i heard it was raining over there at kallang. but still i wish that i was there. kallang's atmosphere is always filled with so much passion and excitement. i love it. its just the location that's the negative point. next up will be our friendly neighbours to the north. i'm gonna be there. unless something unfortunate crops up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singapore football has been improving over the past few years. and its not the foreign talents. look at the scorers so far. out of 13 goals, only one was scored by an 'import'. we local boys rule, man. ROAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i noticed sharil ishak resembles cristiano ronaldo quite abit. and that precious guy looks like julio baptista. big body and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day : "Forgiving someone doesn't depend on that person admitting their guilt or apologising."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-703313930940238538?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/703313930940238538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=703313930940238538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/703313930940238538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/703313930940238538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/01/have-some-pity-for-laos-man.html' title='have some pity for laos, man'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-121961789400027994</id><published>2007-01-13T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T14:54:11.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>match cancelled. itchy feet.</title><content type='html'>okay. took this time to do a few corrections to this blogskin. first, the font. its so much nicer now. easier to read. and then my blogskin date of.. er.. how to say.. er.. issue? commencement? er. i think you get the picture. yea. it had extra numbers. fixed that. and i forgot to close the bold tag on the misc thing. yea. thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my monthly cd thing. i'm gonna make it more structured. just to prevent any disappointment. i'll choose 5 totally different albums and compare them at the start of the month and i'll buy the best one in the middle of the month. can't do end of the month cos by then no money alr. haha. okay so. the 5 albums will be as so- 1.Rock 2.Hiphop/Rap 3.Classics/Greatest hits 4.MTV Artist Of The Month's album 5.Asian/Local.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for sum 41's new album. hopefully it won't be like chuck. its in the name la. can just chuck it away. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-121961789400027994?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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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-25662061.post-116849157346283574</id><published>2007-01-11T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:59:33.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you don't want to, you don't have to believe me.</title><content type='html'>i decided to follow ivan chan and buy myself a cd every month. bought january's yesterday. i had a choice of the killers : sam's town, muse : black holes and revelations, no doubt : singles 1992-2003 and fort minor : the rising tied. after a long debate with myself, i chose fort minor's the rising tied. i was just checking it out and i give it a rating of 8/10. and its really worth the money. twenty-two tracks plus a bonus DVD for twenty bucks. this is one album thats gonna be stuck in my playlist for a long, long time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new template. another track themed one. this time, its fort minor's believe me. a long bus ride concieved it. 10 minutes on photoshop created it. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard news about the green fireball thingy we saw on sunday evening. it was in fact, a hugeass piece of space debris entering the earth's atmosphere. in short, a shooting star. man, it was huge! someone should call bruce willis and the crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116849157346283574?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116849157346283574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116849157346283574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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not the only one thinking bad about you. i'm not the only one thinking you're not the best company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if i was the one who leaked your "secret", who am i that people would believe me? who are you that your "secret" would spread like wildfire? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point number one:&lt;br /&gt;word only spread because 1)its interesting 2)there is proof that its true 3)its funny or 4)its about somebody/something that is famous/popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i leaked, its probably gonna be because of 1, 2 or 3. number four is abit too much too ask for. you're no big shot and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point number two:&lt;br /&gt;why you so afraid of your "secret" being leaked? have you got something to hide?&lt;br /&gt;so its leaked. you can't do anything about it. move on, man. don't live in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point number three:&lt;br /&gt;okay. so lets say i leaked. lets just say.  so how? you wanna tell the world not to tell me their dirty little secrets? be my guest. in fact, i'll do it for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;DEAR READERS. I DO NOT WANT TO KNOW YOUR SECRETS. ANYTHING YOU TELL ME MAY BE PASSED ON WITH OR WITHOUT YOUR CONSENT. TELL ME AT YOUR OWN RISK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i didn't ask you to tell me your "secret". you told me yourself. and besides, i don't wanna know what you do in your bedroom at night. or what you think of so and so's huge body part. i don't wanna know. please keep it to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying i'm not the one who leaked. i'm also not saying that i did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my question for you:&lt;br /&gt;which is more important? cleaning up the spilled paint or finding who's the bugger who spilled it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my advice for you(whether or not you want to take it):&lt;br /&gt;clean up the paint while its wet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now thats settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in another issue, i lost your school pants. i'll pay for it. i'm not gonna let the paint dry. i'd be quite ridiculous if someone gets seriosly injured just cos of a pair of pants. hey, you know what? i'll give you enough money to buy 3 pairs. keep the change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116818148257840399?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116818148257840399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116818148257840399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116818148257840399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116818148257840399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-just-me-youre-picking-on-im.html' title='its just me you&apos;re picking on. i&apos;m convinced'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116817683504843119</id><published>2007-01-07T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:33:55.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song jun ROCKS!!! WOOOOOO!!</title><content type='html'>The little town of chua chu kang&lt;br /&gt;There lives a hungry little boy&lt;br /&gt;Cooking his sweet and boneless meat&lt;br /&gt;The giant boy lights up the sky&lt;br /&gt;And while you’re frying deep fried duck&lt;br /&gt;There comes a nature call&lt;br /&gt;For the chef has left His wok&lt;br /&gt;And is shitting in a toilet bowl tonight, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ng song jun, what you have missed while you were shitting&lt;br /&gt;Your dish became a mess&lt;br /&gt;So how to eat like that, you say?&lt;br /&gt;Oh ng song jun, you will go down in mystery&lt;br /&gt;As a song jun with no room for his beans&lt;br /&gt;While you were shitting&lt;br /&gt;While you were shitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little town of chua chu kang&lt;br /&gt;There lives a hungry little boy&lt;br /&gt;The Father gave His only Son&lt;br /&gt;Satay, a bowl of rice and naan&lt;br /&gt;But there was still room for beans&lt;br /&gt;and the plate of serloin steak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ng song jun, what you have missed while you were eating&lt;br /&gt;You savoured all the worst and you're frying on your wok again&lt;br /&gt;Oh ng song jun, you will go down in mystery&lt;br /&gt;As a song jun with no room for his beans&lt;br /&gt;While you were eating&lt;br /&gt;While you were eating&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116817683504843119?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116817683504843119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116817683504843119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116817683504843119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116817683504843119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2007/01/song-jun-rocks-woooooo.html' title='song jun ROCKS!!! WOOOOOO!!'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116788847455055224</id><published>2007-01-04T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:28:09.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Clean</title><content type='html'>first, i have no idea what i did that someone else hadn't done with regards to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i sold contraband cigarettes. i made alot of money. you were the only one who knew that. but the friend who supplied me got arrested. don't you think i'd come to my senses then? don't you think? i know most people would simply find another supplier but not me. i know its not worth the effort. i saw God in that situation. He gave me a second chance. it was a case of "change or you're doomed". surely i'd take the chance. would you? would you even see the chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, i know you don't wanna hear "holy talk" but its the way it is. its not acting pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can tell you read very fast cos you're reading everything out of context. somehow an opinion can become a factual statement; a passing thought can become an accusation. read slowly, friend. don't rush. and don't jump to conclusions. why your tag so defensive when i didn't even accuse you of anything. go read again. this time read slowly, with every letter and punctuation in mind. thats why i post properly now. so i'm easier to understand. have you ever thought of that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align = right&gt;you have a brain.&lt;br /&gt;use it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25662061.post-116749460569021290</id><published>2006-12-30T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T00:10:12.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when time runs out</title><content type='html'>probably won't be posting anymore this year so i'd like to use this as a reflection of the year that is soon to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do it fifa07 style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is the &lt;s&gt;season&lt;/s&gt; year... i took a different route&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, this year is something most 17 year olds don't go through. especially in terms of education. most would be doing the usual poly/JC/Os route. but someone's got to step out into the unknown and i volunteered to be that someone. because i know that anyone who steps into the unknown and comes out alive would have quite a story to tell. and i want to tell my story to those who are willing to listen. i'm not done yet, though. its only one down, two more years to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is the year... i won and lost&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know how or why but as i lost one friend to himself, i'm really grateful kesman one day popped up and we got to know each other better and have some good clean fun while we're at it. so much so that the pain of losing that one good friend wasn't really felt. my friend, if you're reading this, i'd just like you to know that you have been forgiven. it doesn't have to be said, it doesn't need to be gestured. its been done on the cross. its just whether you believe or you just come to church to hehehaha and then leave hoping you've made some friends. anyway, i just hope you come to your senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is the year... we compete&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJFC became serious in competitive football this year. and a big, big, big thanks goes out to uncle mark for the coaching skills that he undoubtedly possesses. thanks to the sponsors also. hopefully we can get our first win soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this is the year... rad goes to seattle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss the round one for like.. a long time. all the fun we had playing carpark soccer and hanging out. its always been cool and i'll really miss him. i can still remember the last goal he scored for SJFC. it was a screamer. a long way out and yet he managed to find the back of the net. a gifted boy he is. just with extra cash in the back pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special Thanks: (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;Pastor Henry&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Kam&lt;br /&gt;Derrick Wong&lt;br /&gt;Sarah Ho&lt;br /&gt;Kesman&lt;br /&gt;Janelle&lt;br /&gt;Carina&lt;br /&gt;Yeo Lin&lt;br /&gt;Song Jun&lt;br /&gt;The Aik &amp; Egg Sisters(Aik Hong &amp; Aik Ang)&lt;br /&gt;The Wind Brothers(Darren &amp; Davin)&lt;br /&gt;The Kiongs And The Yaps(for the hospitality)&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Eugene And Aunty Daisy(for the CJ treats)&lt;br /&gt;The Other Uncle Eugene(for 2WTL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i forgot someone, you're probably not important enough for me to remember you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kidding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116749460569021290?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116749460569021290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116749460569021290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and a muttons in the morning shirt. now thats a great deal. meeting justin and vernon was really the highlight of today. they're really cool and friendly. and not to forget i managed to meet them without my boss finding out i was missing for 15 mins talking to two gold haired strangers outside the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still figuring out why a girl named joyce would want a shirt that has a dead band's name printed on it. ah well. who wouldn't want a freebie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116721639197206799?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116721639197206799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>when the world thinks you're cool and you know you're not</title><content type='html'>new skin. this is by far the most emo skin ever on my blog. and after a long absence of music based skins, this one is for those who didn't like my previous blog music, like avenged sevenfold and limp bizkit. damn you, emo kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas time again. for me its really very sian. i dunno why. maybe i'm just tired after D:W? and camp. heh. and christmas cards are really the ultimate bore. 2 plus hours writing cards and nothing but cards. recieving cards also is quite stress. as i read them i soon realise people don't know who i really am. assumptions and undeserving praise soon overwhelm me. naming names won't help, so i won't. i am no punk rocker, i do not play bass to look cool. i do not want people to have wrong ideas about me but whatever is in people's mind i have no power over. so think what you like. judge me if you will. it will be your loss, for he who judges will be judged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new year is coming and with a whole year to look forward to, i know next year will be much different from this year cos i won't be making a third appearance in jym comm next year. my priorities will get a major reshuffle and hopefully it would be more fruitful. hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna drown myself in emo songs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry birthday keith and amos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas, punks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116712855750273516?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116712855750273516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116712855750273516' 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together</title><content type='html'>went to vivo today. girlfriend (secret girlfriend is such a mouthful, i mean, is so long t type out. HAHA) wanted to come and walk around in the kiddie pool place thingy. she says its "romantic". she was so excited about it. that is, until it started drizzling. yup, for a girl who was so looking forward to wading in knee deep water she's quite afraid of a little drizzle. yes, its a long unsheltered walk from the gate to the bus stop but how wet can you get in that little water falling from the sky? anyway, i think she got a cab to send her home cos the rain got heavier after that. heh. GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, stupidkester@hotmail.com saved the day. he became superkesman@hotmail.com. he carried john's (john as in, johnny johnny johnny johnny woosh johnny woosh the john) present around the whole of vivo (mind you, its heavy) plus janelle's present while i was holding half of carina's present and sarah's abandoned present. we found something more suitable for her for christmas. i'll keep it for her birthday la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we accomplished quite alot today. six presents bought, four scouted and one abandoned. quite alot for two guys, a huge shopping mall and a never ending shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the day -&lt;br /&gt;having smoking areas in coffee shops is like having a urinating area in a swimming pool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116645561306007889?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116645561306007889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116645561306007889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116645561306007889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116645561306007889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-guys-go-christmas-shopping.html' title='when guys go christmas shopping together'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116636504273156285</id><published>2006-12-17T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:17:22.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when everyone is emo except me</title><content type='html'>i became emoboy@hotmail.com on friday and saturday. actually, thursday also. sherilyn did my hair on thursday. and really. it sucks. it took me five minutes to untangle my hand out of my hair while washing it that night. on sat, edmund did my hair and my sis did my eyes so i think i looked the best then. super emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall, i think i really enjoyed destination:where. even though the target of a thousand people was not met, i think i learnt a whole lot from this experience. on the sat night expecially. i really felt, like glenn, that the youths praying together without any prompting to really shows that we're moving in the right direction. i mean, we know that we're not acting to show off our talent but rather to bless the people who are watching. and look at the joy on the faces when when we danced on stage, again, without any prompting, worshipping in our very own special way. i am greatly encouraged by this whole production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the loc girls! haha. random. anyway, eileen, jaq, sharity and.... wait. did i miss out anyone? no. ok. good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK ON!! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupidkester@hotmail.com is a cheapo. he wants to buy everyone cards. no thought one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe just plain no money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116636504273156285?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116636504273156285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116636504273156285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116636504273156285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116636504273156285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-everyone-is-emo-except-me.html' title='when everyone is emo except me'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116575987794714211</id><published>2006-12-10T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:11:17.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strap up, shut up and enjoy the show.</title><content type='html'>i'm just so sick and tired of this. can we just kiss, make up and fight some other time? can we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so stupid. i'm schedule packed, tired, exhausted and then now some people made some hypocritical comments about me and i'm about to collapse and die from all this pressure. and i still have to go to work tomorrow. with all this crap in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, my secret girlfriend(HAHA) is taking me to fish and co tomorrow to celebrate her birthday. i haven't bought her a present yet. no money to buy. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going christmas shopping with xinyi and whoever is tagging along on tuesday. since she's been so nice to me i decided to buy her soccer boots so she dun need to borrow from me anymore. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116575987794714211?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116575987794714211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116575987794714211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116575987794714211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116575987794714211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/strap-up-shut-up-and-enjoy-show.html' title='strap up, shut up and enjoy the show.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116531772832840818</id><published>2006-12-05T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T19:22:08.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>radio game show addict</title><content type='html'>okay. so this morning i was listening to the radio. what else to listen to in the morning then muttons in the morning. okay. so there was this game called 'whats in her mouth' and i had a hunch of what the answer was. so i took out my handphone to sms the answer in. then i found myself staring at the send message screen. shit. i forgot the sending format. and so someone got the answer and it was the same as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i thought it was really stupid and decided to try again in the evening. on the dan and yang show. the game was 'did he just say that'. and immediately, i got the answer and sent it in with the right format. i thought i had it. i even hid my phone away as i typed my answer so that no one in the bus can copy. okay. so one song after another, they haven't announced that the answer had been answered. so i thought maybe its some moneymaking scheme to let more people send in their sms so the radio people can earn thirty cents more. so i waited for an hour. still no ringing tone. so i turned the radio back on. they've called somebody else. so i thought i had the wrong answer. but it was not to be. the person they called had my answer. MY answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck. i'm not giving up on four free tickets to silverwonders. i'm trying again tomorrow. HEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realised i'm not working tomorrow morning. so cannot listen to muttons in the morning. dammit. there goes one chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116531772832840818?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116531772832840818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116531772832840818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116531772832840818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116531772832840818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/radio-game-show-addict.html' title='radio game show addict'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116504135749196661</id><published>2006-12-02T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T14:35:57.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typhoon Durian Hits The Phillipines</title><content type='html'>they've run out of names for natural disasters. its a sign. the end is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116504135749196661?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116504135749196661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116504135749196661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116504135749196661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116504135749196661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/12/typhoon-durian-hits-phillipines.html' title='Typhoon Durian Hits The Phillipines'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116480569740259340</id><published>2006-11-29T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:08:18.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark Hoppus VS Tom Delonge</title><content type='html'>getting my pay tomorrow. so i decided to go get myself a cd. my choice was mark hoppus' new band, Plus 44. the point was to see which element of blink 182's music made it so enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tom delonge had Angels And Airwaves. it was a big big failure. their 'big' hit, the adventure, put me to sleep thanks to the one minute of silence as an intro. blink 182's not now had a long silence in front too. no prizes for guessing whose idea that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was anticipating a very different kind of music from Plus 44. sad to say, the differences weren't obvious. the few tracks that stood out had catchy basslines and adrian-like drumbeats. of course, there was the semi-acoustic song that is said to be written for tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both bands had one word ringing in my head. that word was "EMO". so yeah. i guess in the end i didn't accomplish my task. maybe all those songs about rock shows, girls, booze, getting drunk, screwing domestic animals in the rear, windmills and roses being left by stairs were written by kids who have grown up to write songs about roads crashing into the ocean and other stuff that make no sense to little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, look at sum 41 and greenday. they're going through the same thing. but thats not the big deal. the big deal is - where's the next generation of punk rock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's gonna be nobody to entertain the kids with nothing to do now. boo hoo hoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116480569740259340?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116480569740259340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116480569740259340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116480569740259340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116480569740259340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/mark-hoppus-vs-tom-delonge.html' title='Mark Hoppus VS Tom Delonge'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116460339948457082</id><published>2006-11-27T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:56:39.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye raddy</title><content type='html'>well. its really hard to take. months ago it was "wa cool you're going to study in the US". now its more of a "shit. just like that you're gone. just like that". its hard to keep the emotions at bay but as i always say, look on the bright side of a not so bright situation. but oh boy is the round one gonna be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i haven't been posting for quite some time. thats just cos i didn't think it was worth the wait for this stupid comp to boot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mat friend of mine is coming over to borrow my guitar for a few days. i dunno if i trust them mats. heh. if they return it then good. if they don't then... heh. its a cheap guitar. but its my first guitar. bought from uncle ben. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. SO. new link. stone's new blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this video. to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VUb1TQnIS7s"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VUb1TQnIS7s" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOO!! HILLTOP PRESCHOOL ROCKS!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116460339948457082?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116460339948457082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116460339948457082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116460339948457082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116460339948457082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/bye-bye-raddy.html' title='bye bye raddy'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116386726188531980</id><published>2006-11-19T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:31:36.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/kimlyn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/th_kimlyn.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know... fierce, tough and pretty. has a dumb guy sidekick. disney should pay her for basing their popular cartoon character on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116386726188531980?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116386726188531980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116386726188531980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116386726188531980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116386726188531980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116386650703776152</id><published>2006-11-18T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:18:42.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 S'pore Motorshow</title><content type='html'>WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Rocked, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldn't really get close to the lambos or ferraris. they were cruelly fenced up behind little plastic barriers. darren and i got to sit in a fairlady but it really wasn't a great deal for me cos i get to sit in it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a sneak peak for what's in store for me next year as nissan unveiled the new qashqai. i'll be one of the first in singapore to service the all new urban SUV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pics i took. enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/F430front.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/th_F430front.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferrari F430&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/F599.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/th_F599.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Latest Ferrari 599&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/DSC00070.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/th_DSC00070.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some strange car. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/Lambodoors.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/th_Lambodoors.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamborghini Murcielago with doors open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/Lamboline.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/th_Lamboline.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice pic of the three lambos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/Qashqai.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/th_Qashqai.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 Nissan Qashqai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/Darren.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/th_Darren.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren posing with the Honda S2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/FerrariF1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/th_FerrariF1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferrari F1 Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/Fairlady.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/th_Fairlady.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A NISMO Modified Nissan 350z aka fairlady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/Fine-sfront.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/th_Fine-sfront.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toyota's Fine-S concept. The girl really spoils the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/P2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/th_P2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subaru's P2 concept. Finally Subaru produces something cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/LFA.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/th_LFA.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lexus' LF-A concept. again. the girl is spoiling the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/LFAexhaust1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/th_LFAexhaust1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LF-A's exhaust. cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/Subarumod.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v688/sum41r0x/motorshow/th_Subarumod.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a modified Subaru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116386650703776152?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116386650703776152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116386650703776152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116386650703776152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116386650703776152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/2006-spore-motorshow.html' title='2006 S&apos;pore Motorshow'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116334401250807684</id><published>2006-11-12T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:06:52.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESTINSTION : WHERE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved the lambo but.. once caleb announced during jym that there was a soft copy of the destination where flyer online, i jumped on the idea of a blogskin. i mean, why put a banner on your blog when you can have the blogskin as a banner? and some people would be reluctant to put the banner on their blog cos their existing blogskin may just spoil the banner. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the blogskin .txt file will be available for download soon. after some tweaks. yes. let your blog be an advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116334401250807684?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116334401250807684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116334401250807684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116334401250807684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116334401250807684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-template_12.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116308152246261496</id><published>2006-11-09T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:12:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people try too hard to piss me off. and that itself pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate old men. they are so damn dumb but yet they still win arguements only cos they're old and they're wiser and so they know better than us kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this old service advisor who's been working for 30 years in the company. he treats me like a dog. i really hate to service cars that has been put under him. really sucks. everytime a part needs to replaced, i have to go to the service advisor to contact the owner and then to confirm the changing of the parts. this old fella sends me back and forth to ask for parts price for common things like brake pads, beltings and battries. 30 years and he can't even remember a single part price!!! and when there are no customers to tend to, what does he do? comes down to the service bay and boss us around. i got so damn pissed at him today cos he made me look like an idiot in front of customers. dammit i could've knocked him cold, man. in front of his clients. that'll be sweet. good thing the storeman read me and 'borrowed' me to carry battries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another old man that loves to piss me off is my dad. a year ago he paid for everything. from bills to school fees to my pocket money. there wasn't a problem then. and suddenly, after i get a little bit of money he wants me to pay this and that. what happened to his money? he claims he has his pay cut. when you think about it, i really made the right choice by not taking my o levels. why? you think he got money to pay for my o levels meh? my ass! and i haven't heard him thank me for that yet. he's not even grateful that i didn't take my o levels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not done. i used to play my Xbox on the living room tv. my dad didn't like it cos it messes up the tv area. and he accused me of making my Xbox a 'god'. man, he's an idiot. okay anyway, one afternoon, my dad called me on my phone and asked me if i had space in my room for a tv. i thought he was in a good mood and decided to buy me one. so obviously, i said yes. upon arriving home with the tv, the first thing i remember him asking me was,"so, when are you paying me?". honestly, my first reaction was WTF?!?!?! but i decided not to air it. so now i 'owe' him 500 bucks on top of the 300 for my bedroom furniture. seriously, i'm not gonna pay him no shit, man. first, he promised to buy me my bed frame with his own money months before i got my scholarship. and he didn't say i was gonna pay before he bought the bloody tv. and heck. he earns much much more than me. and he complains about the electicity bills. and for what? i'm not paying a cent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a long term plan for my money and he's threatening to ruin it. he thinks i can't manage my money. he thinks he knows me. HEH! he barely knows me. he doesn't even know what i do in school or at work. he pulled the last straw when he loudly assumed that i go to church every week to make pastor henry happy. i was shocked but that was my chance 'legally' tell him off. i took it accordingly. if life was a war, i won that battle without underhand tactics. it was like manchester united losing to southend. liberated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'm just gonna quietly evade my debts and when i get my bonus next month, i'll keep my shithole zipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that should do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid old men. its just a matter of time, don't you think? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116308152246261496?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116308152246261496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116308152246261496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116308152246261496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116308152246261496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-people-try-too-hard-to-piss-me.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116288989200124497</id><published>2006-11-07T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:58:12.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new template. lamborghini murcielago. again. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music by avenged sevenfold. got their album on a recent shopping spree. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so bored now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116288989200124497?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116288989200124497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116288989200124497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116288989200124497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116288989200124497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-template.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116255219946019305</id><published>2006-11-03T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T19:09:59.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>readability test results for torquewrench.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>Total sentences - 275 &lt;br /&gt;Total words - 1433 &lt;br /&gt;Average words per Sentence - 5.21 &lt;br /&gt;Words with 1 Syllable - 1015 &lt;br /&gt;Words with 2 Syllables - 303 &lt;br /&gt;Words with 3 Syllables - 76 &lt;br /&gt;Words with 4 or more Syllables - 39 &lt;br /&gt;Percentage of word with three or more syllables - 8.03% &lt;br /&gt;Average Syllables per Word - 1.40 &lt;br /&gt;Gunning Fog Index - 5.29 &lt;br /&gt;Flesch Reading Ease - 83.18 &lt;br /&gt;Flesch-Kincaid Grade - 2.95 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUNNING-FOG INDEX&lt;br /&gt;a rough measure of how many years of schooling it would take someone to understand the content. The lower the number, the more understandable the content will be to your visitors. Results over seventeen are reported as seventeen, where seventeen is considered post-graduate level&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLESCH READING EASE&lt;br /&gt;an index number that rates the text on a 100-point scale. The higher the score, the easier it is to understand the document. Authors are encouraged to aim for a score of approximately 60 to 70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLESCH-KINCAIDE GRADE&lt;br /&gt;Like the Gunning-Fog index, it is a rough measure of how many years of schooling it would take someone to understand the content. Negative results are reported as zero, and numbers over twelve are reported as twelve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://juicystudio.com/services/readability.php"&gt;-got it from here- :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116255219946019305?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116255219946019305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116255219946019305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116255219946019305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116255219946019305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/11/readability-test-results-for.html' title='readability test results for torquewrench.blogspot.com'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116170052077874343</id><published>2006-10-24T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:35:20.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hijacking Photos Is Not A Crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://heartfelt-words.blogspot.com/"&gt; read the October 21 2006 post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she only told one side of the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's my side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, everyone else had the right to pose. the problem with singaporeans is that most people would rather act cool and won't bother about two girls taking THEIR picture. but there's nothing wrong with being different. so i posed. funny meh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, she kept some photos (the better ones) in the camera. there were some that she purposely aimed the camera at me. she didn't share those. hmmm. maybe she kept them for herself. they just couldn't resist the cute malay guy, could they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the owner of the blog not that chio. but her friend.... she's just cute. thats all. hey. they called me strange. but i'm not one to take revenge. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116170052077874343?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116170052077874343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116170052077874343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116170052077874343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116170052077874343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/10/hijacking-photos-is-not-crime.html' title='Hijacking Photos Is Not A Crime'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116159455716277026</id><published>2006-10-23T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:09:17.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>selamat hari raya. now give me my money.</title><content type='html'>i'm bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum cooked breakfast today. it was nice. what seems strange everytime she cooks is the fact that she suddenly become the world's friendliest mum. she stands behind me and watches me eat. then she bombards me with stupid questions like "are you thirsty? what drink you want?" or "nice anot?" or "you want some more?" or "you can finish anot?". all this while she stands behind me throughout the whole meal. the thing is, its so much different when we packet food back. then its "you want drink go take yourself" or "not nice don't eat la. throw away." or "cannot finish throw away. clear the bin while you're at it." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag returns - &lt;br /&gt;stacey: beg me first.&lt;br /&gt;derrick: yea. i like it too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116159455716277026?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116159455716277026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116159455716277026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116159455716277026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116159455716277026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/10/selamat-hari-raya-now-give-me-my-money.html' title='selamat hari raya. now give me my money.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116081060177597593</id><published>2006-10-14T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:23:21.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crap. whats up with the tagboard? looks like tagboard is no more. i'm beginning to suspect its something to do with the traffic on ivan's tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck. what to do now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116081060177597593?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116081060177597593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116081060177597593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116081060177597593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116081060177597593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/10/crap.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116074395282728966</id><published>2006-10-13T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:52:32.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dun worry. the music is clean.</title><content type='html'>new template featuring Porsche's Carrera GT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mario was getting boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for once, the music isn't pirated. i bought the cd in malacca. good place to go for genuine yet clean cds. censorship so strict over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very late happy birthday to the one and only PASTOR HENRY. i don't know how old is he. 46? 47? man, he's old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116074395282728966?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116074395282728966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116074395282728966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116074395282728966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116074395282728966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/10/dun-worry-music-is-clean.html' title='dun worry. the music is clean.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116056943206546373</id><published>2006-10-11T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:23:52.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the amazing racist.</title><content type='html'>there are two types of racists in this world. the first and most common are the ones who are racist against one or two particular races. the second type are the ones who are racist against every race except their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to think the three indian security guards in my wark place are the second type. whats worse is that they can't differentiate between race, religion, nationality and language. and because of the language "problem" i have, i'm always on the recieving end of taunts. most of them are about me being confused about my own race. and they call me names like 'napoleon' and 'sven'. it came to a point where i got really pissed and treatened to shove a torquewrench up their butts. but i told myself that its no use getting angry so i fought fire with fire (or racist jokes with racist jokes) to the amusement of anyone near the security post. the infrared one hit it in the jackpot, man. so did the one about jumping into the river naked and killing all the fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn i'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love indians. without them, there wouldn't be anything to laugh at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a long time since i changed the template.&lt;br /&gt;should i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116056943206546373?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116056943206546373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116056943206546373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116056943206546373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116056943206546373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/10/amazing-racist.html' title='the amazing racist.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116031482112939739</id><published>2006-10-08T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:40:21.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the past week has been really great. i don't think it'll get any better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. a classmate of mine calls me in the middle of the night in a panicky tone. he recieved a letter from ITE stating he will recieve $1200. apparently he thought it was a big joke. (i was very suprised too. he has the worst attendence in class.) okay. anyway, i wasn't about to let $1200 get in the way of my beauty sleep. so i slept. and forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next morning. my big boss paid a visit. everyone was rushing to get the fender covers on the cars. i felt the atmosphere then was very tense. he parked his new car at the car wash bay and walked towards the servicing bay. i tried hard not to make eye contact with him. suddenly, from behind me came a resounding,"KENNY!". it was my boss. he had this strange smile on his face i never knew he had. he stuck out his hand to congratulate me. i was relieved but i really had to ask him. so i did. "thanks, boss. but for what?". then he had to explain that i had signed for some scholarship thingy in the beginning of the year and i've got a little bit richer. as he left, i cheekily mumbled to myself,"how 'bout a raise?". he turned around and said,"i'll think about it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D can i do a bigger smile than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday night. went shopping with rad. i love shopping with him. no, its not because he pays. he knows how to irritate the salesperson so much that he either gives you a big discount or chase you out. supposed to buy street soccer shoes. didn't see anything i liked so i bought boots instead. there were other things i liked that i didn't buy. the Arsenal training kit and Arsenal jacket. i LOVE the jacket. it looks quite mat though. as if i'm not mat enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. settled some scores. SJC sons 5 - 3 SJC fathers. scored two. with my new boots. best part of all that - i didn't cramp. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next match - wesley methodist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116031482112939739?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116031482112939739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116031482112939739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116031482112939739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116031482112939739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/10/past-week-has-been-really-great.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-116023597087910464</id><published>2006-10-07T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T23:46:10.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's a parody of blink 182's joise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh kester. please don't kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my girlfriend takes me home cos i'm too young to drive&lt;br /&gt;And she doesn't get hot tempered when I steal all her french fries&lt;br /&gt;She laughs at my dumb jokes when no one does&lt;br /&gt;We love looking good together just like kim and ron&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, just because)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my girlfriend she's from M.G and S.J.C&lt;br /&gt;And she's so smart and independent, I don't think she needs me&lt;br /&gt;Quite half as much as I know I need her&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why there's not another guy that she'd prefer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I feel like giving up&lt;br /&gt;Like my world is falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake her up at 4am&lt;br /&gt;She's still up doing revision&lt;br /&gt;When I see her pretty face&lt;br /&gt;It takes me away to a better place and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that everything&lt;br /&gt;Know that everything&lt;br /&gt;Know that everything&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gonna be fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my girlfriend loves to wear her daddy's coat&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't seem to matter that I'm lacking in the bulge&lt;br /&gt;She laughs at my dumb jokes when no one does&lt;br /&gt;We love looking good together just like kim and ron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I feel like giving up&lt;br /&gt;Like my world is falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake her up at 4am&lt;br /&gt;She's still up doing revision&lt;br /&gt;When I see her pretty face&lt;br /&gt;It takes me away to a better place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-116023597087910464?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/116023597087910464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=116023597087910464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116023597087910464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/116023597087910464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/10/heres-parody-of-blink-182s-joise.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115996362441494367</id><published>2006-10-04T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T20:07:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first sub in a long time. =D</title><content type='html'>finally. subway for dinner. and extra onions and sauce too. if only there were more fasting months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serving's a little bit small, though. and the cookies kinda suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go improve on it.&lt;div 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=D'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115996224243418735</id><published>2006-10-04T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:44:03.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you shouldn't have apologised, sir.</title><content type='html'>just recently our MM made some comments about malaysians. he apologised soon after. this was followed by some comments from the other side of the causeway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, i think the matter should've been left as it was after the apology. but no. our friendly neighbours to the north had to rub it in. thats why i think he shouldn't apologise in the first place. and there was some truth in his comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me take you back to school. back to the book we all had to read. it was called "social studies textbooks 3 &amp; 4". Singapore had been at the losing end of almost every deal she made with her good friend in the north. remember singapore lending malaysia money without interest? there wasn't even a 'thank you' from the north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the water deal? malaysia upped the prices way before the contract expired. did singapore complain? quietly yes. but we gave in cos we needed that water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember singapore's growing industry that malaysia tried to kill? declining entrepot. does that sound familiar now? good thing singaporeans had the brains to come up with R&amp;D. but when you think about it, malaysia's attempted murder actually forced singapore to grow. yea. we're having the last laugh now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but did malaysia have the right to have this much respect? sure, singapore was 'stolen' from malaysia thanks to island thief sir stamford raffles. i don't know why but nobody is making any noise about sabah and sarawak. anyway, it is not malaysia that should be given the respect just cos singapore and malaysia were once together, but it is raffles cos it was his vision that singapore is what it is today. if raffles didn't intervene, singapore would probably still be a little fishing island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, singapore is not standing up. come on. you sing that stupid song every national day and still not doing anything.  stand up, stand up for what? defend yourself la singapore. putting up posters of fighter jets and tanks and submarines won't take you anywhere. if the army is as good as it is advertised then maybe its time to show it off somewhere else other than the national day parade. set some tanks rolling accross the causeway, man.  lets see our army in action. why stop at total defence? move on to total attack too.&lt;br /&gt;social attack - make racist jokes &lt;br /&gt;psychological attack - reverse psychology&lt;br /&gt;economic attack - sabo enemy businesses&lt;br /&gt;civil attack - start fires&lt;br /&gt;military attack - invade la.&lt;br /&gt;unless you're chicken la, mister lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look. if you don't wanna kena malu by your bully neighbour, don't apologise. say whatever you want. what can they do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait. they can stop the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya. just don't say anything. or invade. i mean, if your army is up to it. if not, don't advertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115996224243418735?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115996224243418735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=115996224243418735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115996224243418735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115996224243418735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-know-you-shouldnt-have-apologised.html' title='you know you shouldn&apos;t have apologised, sir.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115978982397659388</id><published>2006-10-02T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:50:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go ahead. Try to make me angry.</title><content type='html'>didn't go to work today cos my sister pissed me off in the morning. i hate her so much, man. she's clearly in the wrong. what the heck is wrong with her? this time, though i didn't counter-sabo her. i waited till she really woke up then i screamed at her. don't matter if i risk not going to work or not. i just want her to know that she's a bloody inconsiderate little bitch. i have feelings too, you know? i'm human too, you know? i can get angry too, you know? i can kill you if i want to, you know? all the little inconsiderate things she's done have snowballed and now i am so super pissed off. worse thing is, my parents woke up to all the shouting and scolded - guess who? - ME. scolding me for doing their job. for disciplining the spoilt bitch in the house. go on. scold. this sucks, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't go to work. so how? take MC at polyclinic. estimated waiting time - 2 hours. i waited - 4 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that went to send my phone for servicing. estimated waiting time - 10 mins. i waited - 45 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry. so went to mcdonalds. beef fantastic meal had to wait. 10 mins later my beef fantastic came. without the fries. so it went back. 5 mins later my beef fantastic and fries came. they forgot i wanted takeaway. went back. 5 mins later they got it right. i left. then i realised they didn't give me sauce. screwed it. service? what service?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if i wasn't pissed enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays, nobody is considerate anymore. nothing to learn today. screw you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115978982397659388?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115978982397659388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=115978982397659388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115978982397659388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115978982397659388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/10/go-ahead-try-to-make-me-angry.html' title='Go ahead. Try to make me angry.'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115935441519569030</id><published>2006-09-27T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T18:53:35.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how come i never noticed this title thingy before?</title><content type='html'>since i found it, i'll use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something very stupid happened to me this morning. i was on my way to work as usual. i took bus 180. it was the long tibs bus. the one that is half a bus longer than the typical sbs bus. okay anyway, i took a seat at the last row, right in the middle. so there was nothing in front of me but the aisle. okay. so the bus was quite empty and i was half asleep. the bus driver for some cheap thrill stupidly accelerated towards a hump. the front end went over fine but poor me was sitting at the wrong place at the wrong time. i was catapulted from my seat, my forehead hit the ceiling followed by my knees. then i landed on the back of my head. basically, i landed upside down. when i recovered, well shell shocked but not hurt, i just took the nearest seat. later when i alighted i realised that seat was 6 rows down from where i originally sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i wanna be a bus driver for tibs. oh wait. its SMRT buses. imagine what fun i could have on a crowded bus, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the singapore idol is hady. i'm quite dissapointed that singapore chose him. i mean, look at taufik. what is he doing now? wouldn't jonathan look better in 7-11 commercials?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115935441519569030?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115935441519569030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=115935441519569030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115935441519569030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115935441519569030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/09/how-come-i-never-noticed-this-title.html' title='how come i never noticed this title thingy before?'/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115918769716878197</id><published>2006-09-25T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:34:57.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>singapore idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think hady will win. but i'm hoping jon wins. reason being hady's album will most likely be a malay album. jon's will be english cos his chinese is quite bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fasting month just started for the muslims. more food to go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pitiful. if you wanna fast and look hungry and pitiful and sad then don't. cos its stupid if you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you fast, do not look somber as the hypocrites do, for they disfigure their faces to show men they are fasting. I tell you the truth, they have received their reward in full. But when you fast, put oil on your head and wash your face, so that it will not be obvious to men that you are fasting, but only to your Father, who is unseen; and your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you." - Matthew 6:16-18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115918769716878197?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115918769716878197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=115918769716878197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115918769716878197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115918769716878197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/09/singapore-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115884199269044732</id><published>2006-09-21T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T20:33:12.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>singapore idol 2 will conclude in the same way as last season. the malay dude with the not-so-malay second name beats the chinese rocker dude and the chinese chick finishes third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how predictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, work is beginning to seem very stupid. thanks to stupid car owners and their stupid demands and complaints. one owner of a very dirty lorry had the cheek to put "do not dirty lorry" on the job card. another complaint went "car always wet after rain". still have "air con not cold when off" and "car cannot lock without key". yes, laugh. its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;students never surpass their teachers.&lt;br /&gt;teaching is the oldest profession on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115884199269044732?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115884199269044732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=115884199269044732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115884199269044732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115884199269044732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/09/singapore-idol-2-will-conclude-in-same.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115867541309906793</id><published>2006-09-19T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T22:16:53.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm not having any exams i'm still very affected. cos everyone is busy studying and can't entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing i don't get is - why people study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may seem like a stupid question but its actually not. the 'study' that i'm talking about is the act of sitting down with a book in front of your face, maybe with foolscap paper on the side and some pens lying around somewhere. i mean, don't have to try so hard to remember everything if you bothered to listen when your teacher is teaching, right? if your teacher didn't teach then it shouldn't be in the exam papers. if you don't remember your teacher teaching but you know its gonna appear in the papers then you probably didn't listen during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fact is, that is not the real meaning of 'study' anyways. how it became like that? because young singaporeans don't listen during lessons. and when they are not sure the try to 'self-teach' and end up screwing themselves up. they don't ask teachers for help cos they are afraid of losing whatever face they have left. its the pride of typical singaporeans that made them like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you need to do is get up from your seat, step back, and take a look at your table. then turn and look in the mirror. you've wasted so much time trying to recall what you've learnt when you could've used that time to relax and have some fun. and all you had to do is listen during lessons. no matter how boring it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its a little bit too late for that, yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115867541309906793?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115867541309906793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=115867541309906793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115867541309906793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115867541309906793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115865059129696550</id><published>2006-09-19T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T15:23:11.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dangerous driving is dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you dun pakai itu seatbelt when you drive the taxi or the car you will kena saman 70 ringgit to 150 ringgit. but if drive the moto, there is no saman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can have saman when the moto got no seatbelt as a matter in fact?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit, mr brown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115865059129696550?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115865059129696550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=115865059129696550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115865059129696550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115865059129696550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/09/dangerous-driving-is-dangerous.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115823279335097433</id><published>2006-09-14T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:19:53.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>liars go to hell - false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suicidals go to hell - false again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can always repent after you lie. but of course you gotta mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can also repent while falling down a building. if you don't survive, then too bad la. if you do, you better give all you've got to offering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets face it la. everyone on earth is selfish. do good deeds for people cos you want people to do good deeds to you. treat people meal cos one day you have no money can go back to that person and remind him about that treat so he feels guilty and treats you back. play dota so you can kill people, win and feel good. big companies present big cheques in certain charity shows to advertise themselves and bring in some business. its like that. even if one person tries to be selfless the rest of the world dives in and take advantage of it. and this selfless person goes back to being selfish like the rest of the world again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all thats in our head is 'me, myself and i'. someone should start being selfless and be consistent about it. that'll encourage others to do likewise. and guess what? someone already has so long ago and has never stopped since. Jesus died on the cross to forgive our sins even though he did nothing wrong. and because he did nothing wrong, God raised him from the dead. and God promised that whoever believes that Jesus died on the cross and forgave the sins of man shall have eternal life. i have eternal life. and i want you to have it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about the content of the last 2 paragraphs while doing the street evangelism thing at holland v. i thought to myself what if i didn't have a paper and a pen/pencil with me. how to get the message across? so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the street evangelism thing i felt a little bit unsure. i'm sure i'm not the only one. somewhere deep inside there is doubt. if we didn't doubt, why are we so afraid of going out to evangelise? why are we so afraid of being rejected? why do we not trust in the one who we are telling people about? but at the end of the day, if Jesus can give his life for me, why can't i thow a little bit of my face for him? my face can get back one also, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinky and the brain&lt;br /&gt;pinky and the brain&lt;br /&gt;one is an idiot&lt;br /&gt;the other's in pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115823279335097433?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115823279335097433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=115823279335097433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115823279335097433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115823279335097433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/09/liars-go-to-hell-false-suicidals-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115814603855052776</id><published>2006-09-13T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T19:13:58.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i changed blogskin cos an avid reader of mine found my last few background music very irritating. he found the ESC button very useful in these situations, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi, i design my blogskins based on music that inspires me. i mean whenever the song plays on my playlist a picture appears in my head and i design my skin from there. and most of my music comes from game soundtracks. the last one came from FIFA street 2 and the one before that came from need for speed most wanted. this one obviously came from the best game ever - super mario. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait. the best game ever is pong. but it didn't have music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like doing another one already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115814603855052776?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115814603855052776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=115814603855052776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115814603855052776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115814603855052776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-changed-blogskin-cos-avid-reader-of.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115806402418252638</id><published>2006-09-12T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:27:04.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in 2 days i have bumped into 5 primary school friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot all their names. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they all remember me as the soccer player. not quite the way i'd like to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i am so much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115806402418252638?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115806402418252638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=115806402418252638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115806402418252638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115806402418252638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-2-days-i-have-bumped-into-5-primary.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115797156874804935</id><published>2006-09-11T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:46:08.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>List down 20 people, and then use your iPod to answer the question meant for that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will 1's future boyfriend/girlfriend be like?&lt;br /&gt;What is 2's secret?&lt;br /&gt;What will 3's life be like?&lt;br /&gt;What will cause 4's doom?&lt;br /&gt;What can 5 do to make himself/herself happy?&lt;br /&gt;What's 6's theme in life? (since I got such a classic answer to this question)&lt;br /&gt;What does 7 wish for the most?&lt;br /&gt;What does 8 think of Ivan?&lt;br /&gt;What's 9's most common habit?&lt;br /&gt;What's 10's favourite word/phrase?&lt;br /&gt;What does 11 think about his/her life right now?&lt;br /&gt;What would 12 do if he/she had a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Does 13 think he/she is good looking?&lt;br /&gt;If Jesus came down to earth tomorrow, what would He say to 14? (hopefully this doesn't become blasphemy)&lt;br /&gt;What's 15's lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;Is 16 in love?&lt;br /&gt;What does 17 hate most?&lt;br /&gt;What will kennY do to 18 in the near future? (this is a very dangerous one)&lt;br /&gt;What will 19 to do Ivan in the near future? (and so is this)&lt;br /&gt;What does 20 think about this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now it's time to think of 20 people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.kesman&lt;br /&gt;2.lyn&lt;br /&gt;3.janelle&lt;br /&gt;4.carina&lt;br /&gt;5.aik hong&lt;br /&gt;6.aik ang&lt;br /&gt;7.sarahh&lt;br /&gt;8.addy&lt;br /&gt;9.ivan&lt;br /&gt;10.amos&lt;br /&gt;11.joel yeo&lt;br /&gt;12.joel pang&lt;br /&gt;13.joel chua&lt;br /&gt;14.radius&lt;br /&gt;15.stone&lt;br /&gt;16.junting&lt;br /&gt;17.gabriel&lt;br /&gt;18.claudia&lt;br /&gt;19.ryan&lt;br /&gt;20.derrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will kesman's future boyfriend/girlfriend be like?&lt;br /&gt;All the small things - Blink 182&lt;br /&gt;she'll be small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is lyn's secret?&lt;br /&gt;heart attack - sum 41&lt;br /&gt;she's got heart attack before??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will janelle's life be like?&lt;br /&gt;faint - linkin park&lt;br /&gt;she's gonna faint one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will cause carina's doom?&lt;br /&gt;little know it all - sum 41 feat. iggy pop&lt;br /&gt;she knows too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can aik hong do to make himself/herself happy?&lt;br /&gt;when i come around - green day&lt;br /&gt;er. come around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's aik ang's theme in life? &lt;br /&gt;thubthumping - chumbawamba&lt;br /&gt;never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does sarahh wish for the most?&lt;br /&gt;stacy's mum - fountains of wayne&lt;br /&gt;i swear its random, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does addy think of kennY?&lt;br /&gt;why don't you get a job - the offspring&lt;br /&gt;but i HAVE a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's ivan's most common habit?&lt;br /&gt;tell the world - united live&lt;br /&gt;telling the world that Jesus lives should be everyone's habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's amos's favourite word/phrase?&lt;br /&gt;it'll be okay - limp bizkit&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does joel yeo think about his/her life right now?&lt;br /&gt;its goin' down - linkin park feat. the executioners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would joel pang do if he/she had a million dollars?&lt;br /&gt;holiday - greenday.&lt;br /&gt;a million dollar holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does joel chua think he/she is good looking?&lt;br /&gt;all messed up - sum 41&lt;br /&gt;i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jesus came down to earth tomorrow, what would He say to radius? &lt;br /&gt;please take me home - blink 182&lt;br /&gt;er. shouldn't radius be saying that to Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's stone's lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;smooth criminal - alien ant farm&lt;br /&gt;ohh. he's a criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is junting in love?&lt;br /&gt;there's no solution - sum 41&lt;br /&gt;is that a no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does gabriel hate most?&lt;br /&gt;aeroplane - red hot chilli peppers&lt;br /&gt;gabriel hates flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will kennY do to claudia in the near future?&lt;br /&gt;whats my age again - blink 182&lt;br /&gt;yea i'd like to give her a prank call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will ryan to do kennY in the near future? &lt;br /&gt;32 ways to die - sum 41&lt;br /&gt;something tells me i shouldn't prank call claudia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does derrick think about this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;dammit - blink 182&lt;br /&gt;don't like it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115797156874804935?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115797156874804935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=115797156874804935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115797156874804935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115797156874804935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/09/list-down-20-people-and-then-use-your.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115771809586729054</id><published>2006-09-08T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T20:21:35.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>msn is becoming jurong reptile park, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think put tortise very style meh? next time i die put monkey leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who started this tortise thing anyway? i think its damn gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when asked about it, an anonymous friend of mine said, "cos no crocodile so put tortise lor. still reptile wud".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still don't see the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes. i think i fixed the 2WTL link - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webpost.net/an/anaccountname/2WTL.swf"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss subway. my meatball marinara with extra cheese, loaded with onions and spammed with sweet onion and southwest sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentosa tomorrow. can't wait. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115771809586729054?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115771809586729054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=115771809586729054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115771809586729054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115771809586729054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/09/msn-is-becoming-jurong-reptile-park.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115764045839687680</id><published>2006-09-07T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:47:38.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially the ones that i end up deleting anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please. if i ain't gonna like it, don't send to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to play pool with joyce, stone and derrick. i still prefer playing with weidi and gang. at least with them i won't feel afraid of being chased out cos someone tries some idiotic antics that threatens to break something costly. i'm not paying for anything other than the cue rental and hourly charge, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. we saw roula at mambo. she's lost quite abit of weight. and she has braces. and she has chio friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;primary school gathering on saturday at sentosa. i can barely wait to see how hot everyone has grown. nice timing, too. just got back my phone. time to fill it up with numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115764045839687680?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115764045839687680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=115764045839687680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115764045839687680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115764045839687680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate-emails.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115737171037713232</id><published>2006-09-04T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:08:30.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a minute of silence please.&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;that was for the passing of one of my favourite wildlife tv personalities, steve irwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when God says you gotta go, you gotta go. doesn't matter if you're the crocodile hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to IMM to buy some stuff today. the cashier guy was quite amused by my two badges and my taxi thingy. and he called me 'cool'. haha. ego boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its irritating how everytime i enter a shop and head to the 'L' size rack, the salesperson stops me and points me towards the 'M' rack saying,"excuse me, the 'M' shirts are over there". its not like one or two shops. its almost every shop i go to. its just so annoying. its a good thing no one has directed me to the 'S' rack yet. i'll really get pissed, man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want the puma soccer boots! and its cheap too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOO! i'm so bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115737171037713232?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115737171037713232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25662061&amp;postID=115737171037713232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115737171037713232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25662061/posts/default/115737171037713232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/2006/09/minute-of-silence-please.html' title=''/><author><name>kennY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06984883187533785182</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-25662061.post-115729218217463491</id><published>2006-09-03T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:03:02.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do you hear the people sing&lt;br /&gt;singing the songs of hairy men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. 4 million dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and only less than $200 thousand came from phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest were from companies trying to advertise themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25662061-115729218217463491?l=torquewrench.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://torquewrench.blogspot.com/feeds/115729218217463491/comments/default' 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he couldn't speak english so i got someone to translate for me. an hour later i heard him speaking fluent english to one of the bosses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumb or dumb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's more dumb stuff. its natural for people to wanna move to the back of a crowded bus, right? okay. how bout if you 'overtake' someone in front of you to get further into the bus? thats just rude. okay. i'm not done. this is what happened to me today. somebody 'overtook' me and 2 other people and found himself right at the end of the bus. at first i was okay with it. then came the next stop. he was alighting. so great la. squeeze all the way back to the door. i was so annoyed i felt like obstucting him and preventing him from alighting. its just so stupid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'know, in church we learn stuff about not conforming to the world and stuff like that but i tell you something. the people you encounter in your school is not the worst kind of people the world can throw at you. i never thought any human being would be so selfish and evil and lazy until i started working. and i thought i was the laziest person on earth. lemme give you an example. one guy comes to work early in the morning - to punch his card. when working, he chooses all the easier cars to service. when there are no cars, he goes to the toilet to sleep. when time to clean up, he disappears. when he's around, he complains that the floor still dirty after mopping, saying how much cleaner it would be if he was the one who mopped the floor. on pay day, comes to work, wait for the boss to come with the pay, fakes an injury and goes home. and he gets paid for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a bloody snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw you, posers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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