<?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-5932452551870070429</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:26:09.944+08:00</updated><category term='Life Sucks'/><category term='NOTHING TO DO'/><category term='2nd post'/><title type='text'>JingYuan</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932452551870070429.post-2339439387344125679</id><published>2011-04-16T01:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T01:28:03.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningful Nonsense</title><content type='html'>I've seen other people blog writing all about how people should live their life and everything, all the meaningful nonsense that are true. They were well written and i agree in most parts but as time go by, i've realised that alot of people also have the same sentiment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what does that show? Almost everyone are able to understand what life should be lived and how it should be handled. They know how they want to live their life, be it meaningful or in shame depending on how they were brought up and taught because not everybody is the same. For instance, i might find smoking something to live with, others might hate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when i realised that most people have thought about these really DEEP and CHIM things, i find it weird why they are still not doing it according to what they wrote and their values... What is holding them back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-2339439387344125679?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2339439387344125679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=2339439387344125679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/2339439387344125679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/2339439387344125679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2011/04/meaningful-nonsense.html' title='Meaningful Nonsense'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-4785670189465243270</id><published>2011-04-03T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T21:28:22.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello stranger.</title><content type='html'>He always take the bus from a stop behind to not get seen with the crowd. They all thought that he hated the crowd. Only he knows why. He often wonder why is he so different from the others. He wants to change, nothing changed. Just then, the pink girl board the bus. He dint know her. He wants to know her. He know he cant unless something happens. Nothing happened. He just sat there waiting, wondering if he falls under the stalker catagory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i think he is just desperate. And something is really wrong with his life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-4785670189465243270?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4785670189465243270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=4785670189465243270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/4785670189465243270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/4785670189465243270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-stranger.html' title='Hello stranger.'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-193912435416920140</id><published>2011-02-16T03:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T03:44:36.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection Value</title><content type='html'>"So, 3 years of my Poly life are gone now and what have I learnt so far. Well, without a doubt they will be the 3 years of basic engineering skills i've obtained and some other stuff that I cant learn elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I've made friends from around the school, I guess thats a good thing? See, most of my friends that came to TP since year one have been expelled due to certain reasons and I find it quite hard to socialise with others as well. That made me quite introverted when I have class to attend alone. People from around the school will hardly see me around after my time table ends as I usually head straight back home because there is nothing else to do. I dont have a CCA or some event that I have to attend most of the time. True, I know that by going to such activities will enable me to make more friends but I dont feel good when I'm with people I dont know. I've done charities set up by the engineer people call L.I.F.E or something, I had to go door to door collecting used books from houses around Pasir Ris. I thought, why not? Maybe I can do some good deeds while getting to know new people. But things just turn out that I get outcasted as they all are already friends and its hard to get into their circle of thoughts and humour because I find them really stupid. Prior to that, I've joined the E-Guides and that made me worse. All they do is cheer and bad mouth others. I just cant handle politics with people gossiping about others I dont know about, and I have to agree with them just to be friends with them. Cheering is also another huge obstacle for me as I cant get into the mood to do that. Call me weird or strange, well thats who I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I managed to ski through 3 years of my Poly life. I still get to know great people that can click with me; that have the same level of mentality and thoughts. However they do not have the same time table as me so I'll just have to deal with it from time to time. Studying together would also be an issue  because we dont stay close together so we hardly meet up except during school time. I know that cannot be a reason why my grades are so low but you have to understand that it affects me a lot. Without the morale to study, without the motivation, I understand that I have to deal with it but I just cant. Thats why I hated going to school every morning, knowing that i'll probably go home alone. I see people around school normally walk in pairs or in a big group with that huge smile on their face enjoying their poly life. I'll just have to walk pass them looking down, beaten and tired. I've tried to put on a brave front and walk with confidence along the concourse alone but thats just lying to myself and I hated it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always blamed it on my o'level results as I just missed a point to get to a business course where there are much more girls to ogle at with my new friends. I then slowly realised that I'll still be the same as I'm just me. I guess I really did screw up my poly life and wasted 3 teenage years. Well that aint going to bring me down because I know that all of these will change in the future, and no-one deserves to be so helpless at what life throw at them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ps: Our conversation on the phone just now, you said stop running away already. That made me realise that I should really stop. Thanks, that meant something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F**J***Y***&lt;br /&gt;(********E)                                                                  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes life's like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-193912435416920140?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/193912435416920140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=193912435416920140' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/193912435416920140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/193912435416920140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflection-value.html' title='Reflection Value'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5932452551870070429.post-8171092433327697816</id><published>2011-02-09T03:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T03:26:25.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb</title><content type='html'>4 months later, nothing much changed for him. He tried to want something different. He tried to want to change. He cant. He will always be a shadow. A follower. He dont want to be nice anymore, he dont want to the one always caring for the rest. He want to be the one in need. He needs help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that only with different perspective, then we can be happy. Thats somehow lying to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-8171092433327697816?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8171092433327697816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=8171092433327697816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/8171092433327697816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/8171092433327697816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2011/02/feb.html' title='Feb'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-9030651043848933081</id><published>2010-10-21T00:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T03:24:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bartender</title><content type='html'>Hi haze and moon, I've finally become a bartender( @marriot hotel, Barnone and TheLivingRoom) after wanting it for like dont know how long. I initially thought that being a bartender is going to be easy but wow, it isnt. 1st day of work was challenging, it is not much on the work that was tough, its the people there. Newcomers dont usually get welcome.. Its the really senior bartenders that have the patience and the knowledge of teaching to teach us. Gossips there travel around fast ( and i tot girls were better at it ), it only took an hour for all the bartender to know. Its my 2nd &amp; a half week here and is still holding on. I've managed to swallow my pride for that long, i wouldn't have done that if not for some complicating issues i had. Nontheless, I'm learning alot more now and hope that they have more patience with my slow-paced intake of product knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear moon, y do u keep ignoring my endless whispers of wishes thoughout my life? Are u receiving em or are my wishes still pending in ur inbox which u have not yet seen? I hope its the latter. Goodnight moon, see you tomorrow night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-9030651043848933081?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/9030651043848933081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=9030651043848933081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/9030651043848933081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/9030651043848933081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2010/10/bartender.html' title='Bartender'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-4956551825855079084</id><published>2010-09-17T02:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T04:16:02.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Feelings</title><content type='html'>Hello again. Mixed feelings happens when something out of the ordinary took placed and people don't know how to react to it. Feelings are expressed both physically and mentally. Its hard to hide emotions from others when we dont really have the power to do it. As someone tell you somethings that you may not like or will feel unhappy about but you have to agree with them because they are the truth, you can nod and create a fake smile hoping that your facial expression dont give you away. However it aways fail because facial expression tells everything, its only a matter of whether you can detect it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been trying to fake an expression to hide my thoughts and feelings. And I've always failed, badly. But why do I want to lie to people about how i feel? Maybe because i am more of a agreeing type of person where everything someone says is always correct and i dont bother to do a background check myself. I agree to make people feel happy that they are always correct. I agree even as it cost some of my pride. I agree because I think for people more than i thought for myself. Sometimes i want to have someother's personality whereby they are able to stick to their own ground and not get pushed around easily. Its really hard for me to change. I think its either genetically made or I have no guts. My father have aways been someone who will give in for others (except when he is hungry), he can be so good to someone till that person take advantage and he still continue to give in. During Chinese New Year every year, I see my father trying to start a conversation with a relative and that relative usually will reply to 2 or 3 of the first few question. Then my relative will start to ignore him and talk to someone else. It happened so many time that i've noticed it. This fucking shows that people dont appreciate good things people are doing to them. Just like how i'm not appreciating my parents even as i constantly remind myself to do so. I have to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crush, is a 5 letter word that start most relationships. I have lots of crushes on others at the sight of them or when someone thinks she is pretty. There are 2 mistakes here, firstly is liking someone too easily, secondly, its not having a mind of my own. I pretty much hate the first 1 more. I just cannot stop myself from liking others just at the sight of them, I wonder if it is an act of desperation of wanting someone so badly or is it just me. About the not having a mind of my own part, its like when i see this quite good looking girl and wanted to know how my friends think about her. If they give me a positive feedback, the next thing that will happen to me is going crazy over her. That is probably the reason i feel so depressed over my love life all the time because I usually lose the fight against her heart. I will then start thinking about her bad points that i dont like and try to make myself feel disgusted by her(which is impossible). I will want to act cool and everyhing that a girl might like in front of her and make her like me instead but hey, its just me, i know they will never happen. When all else fail, I just want to be friend with her despite knowing that part of me have not given up and still wants her as my other. I cant blame life for all this as life has given me a proper family, house, friends blah blah blah (comparing people from 3rd world country, I am already very lucky to be borned alive and well). I cant blame girls because I'm the one trying to attract them. I HAVE TO START TO LEARN TO BLAME MYSELF. Its only fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different -&gt; this word allows me to look at people with a much better view. I have concluded that everybody on Earth is Different. Lets talk about the Differences in human characteristics. I can find someone who likes the food i love, wears the same style but he cant think like me. Or i can find someone who can think like me but dont share my set of personalities. This is one good way to think when trying to forgive or before you start judge people(which everyone is doing it so often now). You have to understand that those people at fault do not think like you, they may never get the idea why its wrong to do something. Even if they know its wrong to do something, its their nature to do it and its not against their conscience because they are Different from everyone else. So its not up to us to judge people, its not up to anybody to judge people. I'm not saying criminals should be let free, because sometime there must be a control somewhere to a certain limit. Thats when judging comes in, its not up to one person to come up with the rule and punishment but the majority who agree on what's right and what's wrong(majority-&gt; people(s) with a sane mind). Everyone has their own set of personalities and characteristics, no two person have similar one. We all think/react/do things Differently, 2 person my agree on the same thing, 5 others may not. SO STOP THE JUDGING AND START KEEPING THINGS TO YOURSELF. Everyone deserve a chance to live their own life. I am going to end with a quote i came out myself: Others cant make you do things you dont want to, but u can do what they cant. (think about it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I WANT TO BE A BARTENDER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-4956551825855079084?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4956551825855079084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=4956551825855079084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/4956551825855079084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/4956551825855079084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2010/09/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed Feelings'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-4148551598393376166</id><published>2010-09-13T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T04:39:55.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Service Staff</title><content type='html'>Me: Hi Sir, any drinks for you? We have japanese green tea, juices and beers&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Got what? Can say again?&lt;br /&gt;Me: We got green tea, juices and beers&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Green tea free 1 issit?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya, so green tea for you?&lt;br /&gt;Sir: Then? &lt;br /&gt;Me: (walks off to get his tea)&lt;br /&gt;(BASED ON A TRUE STORY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people not treating waiters as if they are also humanoid? Is it because we get lower pay than u then we are supposed to get treated this way? I'm not saying all customers are like that, but most of them are rude and impatient..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've worked as a promoter before, its a different kind of job where people think highly of u as u are some kind of brand ambassador. They will then respect you and talk to u properly. They adore you just because they think what u are doing is cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should learn to be courteous to people for being who they are. But noo, they just have to be a fucking bitch and spoils other people day. They think they are far more superior than the others. All of these RICH and ignorant people will learn their lesson 1 day. And i hope they learn it both pysically and psychologically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning can be 1 thing, changing is another. 90% fails all the time, guess we will just get used to them and their judges.. After getting used to it, the victims will finally learn something they dint think they will before. Increase in tolerance and patience in oneself and best of all, emotional control. Its just like telling the lesser man:"I dont give a shit".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-4148551598393376166?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4148551598393376166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=4148551598393376166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/4148551598393376166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/4148551598393376166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2010/09/service-staff.html' title='Service Staff'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-5194452304514364414</id><published>2010-08-26T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T01:06:14.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>Ah i'm back... now that no1 is going to read this due to my long inexistance in blogger.com, i can now say whatever i want and no one will know, hopefully.. Reasons being, i want to improve my english by typing out loud and not going to write a diary because i find it really gay( with all the teddy bears cover and its colourful bookmark). Imagine letting ur mother find out that u have a diary and after she reads bout it, she is going to hold a family gathering the coming weekend and announce to the gossip-mongers-aunties that she have a son who writes diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is as sad as (refer to date below;last post). Yes it still is and idk if im getting used to it or im still learning to get use to it. Life, when are you going to show the good side of you because even after i've tried, it still dont work. So pls tell me if i should try harder or just let u take a toll on me.. I NEED PREACHES FROM PEOPLE I RESPECT FROM THIS. Come on life, u know i will never give up on you so pls dont give up on me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if luck is real or issit some coincidental shit happening at the same time that makes it looks almost perfect that people will die for. I see people praying for changes everyday but i dont see it happening, maybe not in my eyes but an act of faith everyday might change it all. We never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, im just clinging to whatever that may come my way and swing to the next, hopefully something good might happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: THIS IS NOT AN EMO POST, ITS JUST MY THOUGHTS SO FAR...&lt;br /&gt;PS#2: I KNOW NO1 IS READING THIS BUT I STILL GIVE A SHIT ABOUT WHAT PPL MIGHT SAY, IM GOING KRAZY(love that song~)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-5194452304514364414?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5194452304514364414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=5194452304514364414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/5194452304514364414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/5194452304514364414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2010/08/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-5689648714296784236</id><published>2009-10-27T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T02:12:50.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screams</title><content type='html'>Hi, another 2 months have passed without much done in my life. Perhaps i should consult a witch doctor. Hmmmm. A crazy bitch is screaming her lungs out on this windy tuesday dawn, i wonder whats wrong, maybe she is finding it hard to sleep, or she just noticed that she is still unattached. Must be really stressed huh, so when it reached her threshold of tolerance, screaming like an old witch seems appropriate. " Wa, cb, wei she meh wo dao je yang lao liao hai mei you stead." or " Wa, knn, AH Huat ah, kuai dian lai gan zou na ge kazua(cocroach) lei". Poor lady, hope she have a nice life and a very good night, good night all! Bye &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-5689648714296784236?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5689648714296784236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=5689648714296784236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/5689648714296784236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/5689648714296784236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/10/screams.html' title='Screams'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-296648026219348272</id><published>2009-08-04T00:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:59:32.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 years later</title><content type='html'>I seriously don't know what is there to blog about. Its a wonder how u guys are able to think of random stuff to talk about. Hmmmmmmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks to exams, and for some subject, i dun even have a clue about what its about. Great! Maybe i should start finding a job in the evening edition of 'Lian He Wan Bao' . So when im expelled from school i can still work as part time tissue seller at the mrt stations or maybe selling contraband cigerette at coffee shops. I feel that my life has no meaning as up till now i haven find a talent(if i even got 1) or achieved anything. 18 years of my life is gone just like that. What a waste. If only i can take a peek into the next 18years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that might happen in year 2027:&lt;br /&gt;- Sitting at the nearby coffee shop drinking leftover kopi&lt;br /&gt;- Lying on the bed in the hospital, dying from lung cancer&lt;br /&gt;- Borrowing money from friends eat a bowl of ba chou mee&lt;br /&gt;- Playing chess with some old man under void deck trying to cheat their money&lt;br /&gt;-  Still thinking of ways to get a gf after 21 years being single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah my life still suck like fuck..  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-296648026219348272?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/296648026219348272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=296648026219348272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/296648026219348272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/296648026219348272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/08/18-years-later.html' title='18 years later'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-5162468953554960845</id><published>2009-07-29T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:52:16.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>He saw her again today, that 2second of gaze has gotten him thinking much about the past. As excitement and warmth filled his heart, a sudden thought burst into his brain. He tried to fight back the overwhelming responses he gave to himself. He just couldn't stop thinking about the 'maybes' , and the futile attempts to get her attention years ago. Then she walked past with a much more matured manner and self-respect (daoness). She must have known how pretty she had became, or maybe only in his eyes. 'If only' was all he could dream about knowingly it would never happen. Never. A photo taken with her was the only thing left in his possession suppposingly belonged to her. A piece of sweet memory taken by that 2megapixels camera phone in prom was his to keep. He just couldn't get over her. Just then the bus jerked and moved away from the bus stop, traces of her momentarily disappear from his sight. What a crush. &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/5932452551870070429-5162468953554960845?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5162468953554960845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=5162468953554960845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/5162468953554960845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/5162468953554960845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/07/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-4302696877163692493</id><published>2009-07-18T04:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T04:12:17.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;其实没有我,你分不出哪些差别&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-4302696877163692493?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4302696877163692493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=4302696877163692493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/4302696877163692493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/4302696877163692493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-2138602928447970806</id><published>2009-06-14T05:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T05:41:00.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy belated birthday to me</title><content type='html'>18 years of my life had been spent rather quickly. At the age of 18, it is a milestone to achieve for some ppl. They will then think back what they have been doing over the ages, hoping that they had done somethings remarkably good or worth keeping it as a memory. Vague memories like the first day of school, first outing trip with friends, first kiss, first love, first whatever. Now that we have been more familiarised with such cases, we can then maybe improve on the second try or smt. Keep moving on instead of looking back. Making the best out of everything, thinking that it can only get better. BE OPTIMISTIC. Being optimistic may lower the chances of getting cancer, although i heard that coffee can also do reduce chances of getting liver cancer but that is not the point. However, how do pessimist convert to an optimistic person? First we have to stop thinking of the apocalypse, and start looking at the big picture. Secondly, eat green veggies. Thirdly drink more coffee? OK fine, i also duno but i'll try to change. TTRRYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PS: A BIG THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO REMEMBERED MY BIRTHDAY AND THOSE WHO CELEBRATED FOR ME (appreciated it ALOT). But for those who din't remember, i expect a bigger celebration for my 19th birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the update for my blog. It has been awhile since i touched it. Thank you for your time to read and i'll try to post more often. As usual TRY. Goodnight peeps.haveanicelife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-2138602928447970806?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2138602928447970806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=2138602928447970806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/2138602928447970806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/2138602928447970806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-belated-birthday-to-me.html' title='happy belated birthday to me'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-2567163823625707304</id><published>2009-04-25T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T18:26:25.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4 letter 'L' word</title><content type='html'>Love is made up of 4 letters. Could it be a 4 letter nonsense or does it mean something? What would people do to fall in love?  Do they think of the consequences 1st before getting into it? Consequences that proved to be fatal to the weakhearted, or the 'neverending relationship' for those who believed that its true and pure. Maybe there are things like that, but how many couples are living it? They say true love involves trust and faith for the both parties. i've seen many of my friends in love with what they thought was forever. Sadly after a month or 2 they gt a new 'love of their life'. I think they finally realised that those romance flicks arn't real at all. Many people want their love life like those shown in movies or film. What they might not know is that the director or the author is the 'god' of the whole story. Only they get to choose how the story line go, normally with a live happily ever after kind of ending. Then, couples in the cinema start to smooch like never before thinking maybe their 'neverending relationship' will end the same as the show did. Love, the 4 letter word maybe easy to spell or pronounce, it sure have a hellload of definations and meaning to it. There is another 4 letter word also start with the letter 'L' called Lust. Maybe people cant differentiate between both of them when they thought it was 'love a first sight'. Nonetheless, for those in love now, good luck (its a really good thing, cherish it). For those who are like me, i can only say that we are not that lucky.....sadly......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-2567163823625707304?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2567163823625707304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=2567163823625707304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/2567163823625707304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/2567163823625707304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-letter-l-word.html' title='The 4 letter &apos;L&apos; word'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-5365497324139694083</id><published>2009-03-23T03:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T04:03:40.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Electropop hot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funk addiction when I can't stop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I may be your sweet spot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take me to your candy shop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song reallly makes people want to go clubbing like immediately..Tt is if u are aged enough to go in lo..Then u will pick up the phone to call ur best buddies out for the night at some club in the central district of singapore..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Huat:"Eh, abo later we go clubbing la..i hear the jingyuan blog the song hor, jitao(immediately) make me want to dance sia".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Tiong:"Ah,steady steady..later never get 50 girl number my sur-name nt called Tiong ah.." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the club,both guys squeeze through throngs of people to find a place to drink and dance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Tiong:"eh Huat,got girl use the ass go rub my dick leh..then keep pushing me until i no place to stand..how?..i little bit horny liao..why she like that do ar?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Huat:"duno leh..issit her backside itchy?."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Tiong:"wa where got so jialat(serious) 1?..she rub until so hard leh."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Huat:"then i think must be really itchy lo". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Due to the lack of sleep this few days, imma have to end this in a crude manner to get my rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Huat:"eh tiong, i think we better leave this place sia. The more i go to the dance floor, the faster my Bossini de pants colour fade leh.They just cant stop rubbing their thighs on my pants".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Tiong:"ya lo ya lo.But i haven get 50 girls de number yet leh. i dun want change my surname leh".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Huat:"nvm 1 la..change to Bahru also can ma.like style leh.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Tiong:"u cb kia, u think my name can anyhow name 1 ar?..you put ur name Tampines la cb"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Huat:"Ccb, u dun cb me la dog.Not happy, 1 on 1 here la."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Tiong:"Lai lo . Wo Shi Anything De."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they sparred angrily ever after.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-5365497324139694083?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5365497324139694083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=5365497324139694083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/5365497324139694083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/5365497324139694083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/03/electropop-hot-funk-addiction-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-1530794375323963576</id><published>2009-03-02T01:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:11:50.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcMtP7g3o4/Sard6jO-5vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BayIEeZIulY/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_03+Mar.+02+03.09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308299108769785586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VqcMtP7g3o4/Sard6jO-5vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/BayIEeZIulY/s400/ScreenHunter_03+Mar.+02+03.09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-1530794375323963576?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1530794375323963576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=1530794375323963576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/1530794375323963576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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i fail my paper on tuesday, i'll get kicked out of tp for the rest of my life.and my parents will wack the shit out of me because they have wasted thousand of dollars for my school fees and expenses for the year.if only that piece of certificate (diploma in mechatronic) isnt that important.ok.even if i get that cert, i'll probably work in some factory in that green uniform with the thingy on head to prevent hair from dropping into the machines.that kind of job may fetch up to 1.2k to 1.6k max per month&lt;---that is if i can even find a job la.all thanks to ressesion and Lehman Brother.eh thanks leh.but at least it beats working under my void deck as a road sweeper or those newspaper seller who prolly earns 700$ max per month.ok.good luck to all with exams coming up.dun fail to badly^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: if i can study, why nt u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='exams'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-5425617513359334486</id><published>2009-02-09T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:14:55.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 months ago, we started to know abit about each other. i thought that u are not like the rest of them. i thought that we could be like any other couple on the streets or the park.5 months ago, we reallly got along quite well. thought something was coming out of it.4 months and 1 day ago, spent one of the best night out with u.thought maybe this relationship could last.4 months ago, u changed completely.into someone i dint want to know.it happened so abruptly.it felt like a hit and run accident nt by a car but a double-decker bus.anyway if things dint change, i wouldnt know who you really are.3 and a half months ago, found out some really disgusting stuff.u just can't stop lying do you?2 months ago, trying nt to think about it by any means possible,with part of my heart hating u so DAMN MUCH.1 month ago, i felt better.0 months ago which is now, i dun really give a fuck ^^ good job jingyuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: DUN TREAT PEOPLE TOO NICE BECAUSE THEY WILL NOT REMEMBER A FUCKING SHIT ABOUT IT.SERIOUSLY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-5425617513359334486?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.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-5932452551870070429.post-169399433195435196</id><published>2009-02-04T00:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T01:01:32.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLOURBLIND</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;          To the future you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nobody told me you'd feel so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nobody said you'd be so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nobody warned me about your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You're the light, you're the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm colour blind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BTW if u feel sad or really unhappy about something....click on this link below and it definately will cheer you up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7oGx2dImE8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7oGx2dImE8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ps:we should really nt feel sad about things that makes us feel unhappy..the feeling of being sad only last awhile...it slowly dissipate then disappear...blah blah blah....just know that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the most important person in your life is &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;,u have to be selfish sometimes but its worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-169399433195435196?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/169399433195435196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=169399433195435196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/169399433195435196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/169399433195435196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/02/colourblind.html' title='COLOURBLIND'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-5310918482339088205</id><published>2009-01-31T17:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T17:39:47.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF ONLY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met this girl on Monday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took her for a drink on Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were making love by Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And On Thursday and Friday and Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We chilled on Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-5310918482339088205?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5310918482339088205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=5310918482339088205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/5310918482339088205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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link animore. pls tag if u visit this link k. ty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"his friend pointed to those 2 girls passing by..his heart frozed for a moment as his brain trying its every best to conjure the images of their beauty..his eyes immediately caught up with the girl with the gold hair and that dazzling smile..it looked as if he was attracted to her..or was it just another crush..then a voice sounded in his head..it was a reminder of the past..reluctantly,he looked away from her..he knew it would help him ease the pain however at the same time regretting to not have another glance at her..suddenly,his friend's laughter woke him up from the daze..then he thought....nah,i dun give a shit anymore....wondering if its an excuse to escape from reality or does he really mean it.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-8577177901925800459?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8577177901925800459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=8577177901925800459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/8577177901925800459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5932452551870070429/posts/default/8577177901925800459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/2009/01/yet-another-post.html' title='yet another post'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-5726938542408121328</id><published>2008-12-27T04:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T05:03:31.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY X'MAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>I THINK MY BLOG IS DEAD....THERE IS NOTHING MUCH TO WRITE ABOUT EXCEPT TO KEEP RANTING ON ABOUT HOW MY LIFE SUCK ,BLAH,BAH,BLAH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BLOG WHEN I FEEL LIKE WRITING SMT.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since its the Christmas period, imma write bout something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think there are alot on the Santa wish list....How do u think that he is able to read all in time and get the presents for Christmas?..Nevermind that,its just the tip of the iceberg..Now that he has all the presents ready for those lil ignorant children, he will then pack all of them into that red big velvet thingy(it is too big to be called a bag)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now imagine that he took all of those presents 1 by 1 and stack them tgt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe the elves helped but we all will not know will we?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then he lashed all his 6 raindeers together into 2 groups..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Yes,we all duno where he catches them, maybe he thinks that moose or polar bear are too heavy and they cannot be lifted up to the sky so raindeers would be a better choice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;He then have to travel almost half the Earth to get to America first then to other countries 1 by 1..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wonder how he manage to find time that night to deliver the presents, maybe he made use of the different time zone every countries has...And remember not all countries have houses with Chimeys so maybe he skipped Singapore, maybe some thirdworld countries and places the Tribes people lived in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Finally by morning, he somehow is able to deliver all the presents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STUFF IN TOP IS WRITTEN BY A VERY TIRED JINGYUAN, SO DUN BLAME ME IF IT DUN MAKE SENSE...OH AND BY THE WAY,WHAT HAPPENS IF IT RAINS,DEAR SANTA WOULD HAVE TO BRING AN UMBRELLA ALONG TOO...MUST BE REALLY TIRING BEING HIM...SAD.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NOW WILL CONCLUDE MY POST WITH A &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;CHRISTMAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TO U ALL....HAVE FUN IN UR LIFE AND TAKE CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-5726938542408121328?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5726938542408121328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=5726938542408121328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>life sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sometimes sadness filled my day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;When you wake up, time is going to fly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And wondering if she is fine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Outside her life, you spy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Seeing her with another guy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Spending ur time thinking "when she is going to be mine"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Whenever u cry, the tears soon will dry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Leaving you and ur emotions behind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;**Damn right my life sucks**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-1775133345600523244?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1775133345600523244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=1775133345600523244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Lians</title><content type='html'>HiHi every1...today i feel like blogging in an ah-lian manner...so here it go......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Arloss peeps,today verii siianss uhs.....haiyooo....woken up at tuh in the afterernoon worxx...so tired luhss....yeshterdae nitte tonned wif muai dardar(muacksmuacks),aiai(xiao-ben),ganlaogong(xiao-sky) and gans worxxx....my dardar says i very shorrt wor...humphhh!!!!...dunch wants tuh talk tuh euuuxxx ler lasss.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok..its getting boring...i gtg alr....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;buaibuai(winkwink)--lurbXXV eUUsss worXXX &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Lians'/><author><name>Jingy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15866118885065799821</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-5932452551870070429.post-3798398756490241763</id><published>2008-12-09T04:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:55:31.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WASTING TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM TIRED AND I HAVE A TEST TOMORROW.....NOTHING MUCH TO BLOG ABT...SO GOOD NIGHT ALL...WHAT A FUCKING WASTE OF TIME ...BYE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-3798398756490241763?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><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-5932452551870070429.post-8735241763581639627</id><published>2008-12-06T05:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T05:14:16.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2nd post'/><title type='text'>2nd post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;GOOD MORNING SUNSHINE...THE SUN GREETS HELLO!!!(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;assuming if iyou're living in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;INDIA&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or some other weird places due to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the time zone difference)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The time is 4.29am now(in Singapore) and why am i not sleeping....I'm f*cking tired and hungry...i can just die....life is full of shit...Why leh?....Pls look below---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So, here is a list of things that make life sucky:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;1)Not enough money to buy/&lt;em&gt;kap &lt;/em&gt;cigg....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;2)Losing 3 straight matches of dota....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;3)Not being to eat &lt;em&gt;BaChuoMee&lt;/em&gt; at this hour.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;4)Kena stared everyday on the way to school(when going home also kena).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;5)Unable to understand what the teacher in school is talking about and knowing u are abt to fail all your subjects.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;6)Living the same lifestyle everyday....eg.(wake up,go sch,kap cigg,eat,go home,play dota,kena scolded by mother,sleep)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;7)Looking at very CHIO girl holding hand with some CMI,cannotmakeit,nerd with some funny dressing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;8)Being left out in sch when the rest of ur classmates are either eating together or watching a movie after classes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;9)Under 18 and cannot buy cigg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;10)AND FINALLY,HAVING NO F*UCKING GIRLFRIEND.....TMD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And now a list of things that make ur life doesn't suck:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Therefore, we can now all conclude that i hate my life....And i'm going to sleep already...Good night and Good bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-8735241763581639627?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8735241763581639627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=8735241763581639627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;jingyuan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.....Hello.....This is my first blog post...And let me introduce myself......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And again ,i'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jingyuan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i am 17++ today(tmd still cannot buy pass somethings from 711),my life never fail to &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;suck&lt;/span&gt;!!damnit.....Alot of things came and went but i'm still the same...it doesn't change....I JUST CANN'T GET THINGS THAT I WAN....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ahhh enough of nonsense....lets get down to the real point....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You may have noticed that my the link for this blog....chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Its true man....one day.....they confirm can fly 1...wait only...is can 1...)maybe because their feets are too small or thin to lift them up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I used to hate blogs....I mean what is it for sia...like if u want to write about something then go do it in some secret diaries....IT ISN'T SUPPOSE FOR PPL TO SEE....But look what am i doing now...damn.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright....i have nothing much more to write abt alr...except to keep ranting on how much my life suck and alll...So....Goood night people....Imma go slp alr....&lt;strong&gt;Take Care&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE A NICE LIFE!...muacks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5932452551870070429-7257471972047137133?l=chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chickencanflyhighinthesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7257471972047137133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5932452551870070429&amp;postID=7257471972047137133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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