<?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-4626753363030176511</id><updated>2011-07-30T19:34:31.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Is In The Devil</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-4998958297449151388</id><published>2010-01-26T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:21:53.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didnt do well today but maybe because i was tense like i always am. I got pawned by this realli tall bah-ee its like wah his leg damn long like spider like tat den taking all my shots stealing all my ball. I would love to have a team mate like him playing wif him gives me so much security but pity he got 12 after deduction. Nevertheless i still kinda like my goal which was a pass from this acjc player and a second touch shot into the bottom left corner. But wat was disappointing was that i completely switched off after tat. No tackles were made losing possession and making silly mistakes. Fatigue was my main enemy today and guess i have to work on that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-4998958297449151388?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4998958297449151388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=4998958297449151388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/4998958297449151388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/4998958297449151388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-didnt-do-well-today-but-maybe-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-7843325244686445584</id><published>2010-01-24T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T07:24:22.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Days wearing Nike and adidas(exact same colour)</title><content type='html'>2002 when i entered my junior soccer days. My first boots and my first Nike. I could still remember my mum ranting at my dad for buying such an expensive boots for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercurial vapour i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1xhzuOwX-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/pcDsXW4a3Xc/s1600-h/657703.FW08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1xhzuOwX-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/pcDsXW4a3Xc/s200/657703.FW08.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430322791913119714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remain stubborn and stuck wif Nike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1xiVGOQxGI/AAAAAAAAAag/Zh5SkGcAfCI/s1600-h/Nike_Total_90_III.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1xiVGOQxGI/AAAAAAAAAag/Zh5SkGcAfCI/s200/Nike_Total_90_III.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430323365289182306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got alittle adventurous and ventured to adidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1xjzpfuvmI/AAAAAAAAAao/Br-JWgoGOAQ/s1600-h/adidas-Predator-Absolute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1xjzpfuvmI/AAAAAAAAAao/Br-JWgoGOAQ/s200/adidas-Predator-Absolute.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430324989665394274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den i needed a little touch to things and needed something more formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1xk7T3UYVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/wDxm8QJNHoc/s1600-h/51PN-lEFvUL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1xk7T3UYVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/wDxm8QJNHoc/s200/51PN-lEFvUL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430326220809331026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without studs and i dun play soccer wif these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw technology, innovation and flair. I invested in these...whcih was actually the same series as my first boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1xlYgC-_qI/AAAAAAAAAa4/N2nXupZMAhk/s1600-h/MERCURIAL_STEAM_V_FG_orionBlue1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1xlYgC-_qI/AAAAAAAAAa4/N2nXupZMAhk/s200/MERCURIAL_STEAM_V_FG_orionBlue1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430326722295692962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wad i m tempted to buy now is actually something in the same series as my second boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1xl4Jjpi1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/jtjvpUV8ZlQ/s1600-h/Nike-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1xl4Jjpi1I/AAAAAAAAAbA/jtjvpUV8ZlQ/s200/Nike-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430327266014497618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i swear i m only gonna get these babies if i land a striker role.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-7843325244686445584?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7843325244686445584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=7843325244686445584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/7843325244686445584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/7843325244686445584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-days-wearing-nike-and-adidasexact.html' title='My Days wearing Nike and adidas(exact same colour)'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1xhzuOwX-I/AAAAAAAAAaY/pcDsXW4a3Xc/s72-c/657703.FW08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-6545712074406738270</id><published>2010-01-18T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T06:57:21.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY AC</title><content type='html'>i abandon my dreams of being a SA player to get on perhaps a bigger stage. The AC field. Maybe i m too ambitious to claim a winners medal instead of being the FOURTH. I seriously need some achievement at tis point of time. I wan big, i wan the crowd, i wan to fulfill my dreams. Soccer dreams aside. AC a lvl achievements are much better than tat of SA's. Moreover AC is indeed nearer to my house tats wad i m looking forward to most and wad most people advised me to consider when i make my choice. AC looks just so  right  to me and promises me so much and its something i cant resist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-6545712074406738270?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6545712074406738270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=6545712074406738270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/6545712074406738270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/6545712074406738270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-ac.html' title='WHY AC'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-647263004878349331</id><published>2010-01-18T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T07:42:25.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Player</title><content type='html'>As cool and calm as Buffon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R80M8ri_I/AAAAAAAAAZA/u-FTEPkAryI/s1600-h/buffon_2_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R80M8ri_I/AAAAAAAAAZA/u-FTEPkAryI/s200/buffon_2_1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428100687159069682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As strong headed and stubborn as Puyol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R9NL3uIaI/AAAAAAAAAZI/KmB9cy-siXM/s1600-h/carles-puyol-image.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 102px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R9NL3uIaI/AAAAAAAAAZI/KmB9cy-siXM/s200/carles-puyol-image.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428101116366561698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As courageous as Jamie Carragher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R9f6dZGtI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/mABk4OsQ8Ho/s1600-h/jamie-carragher_1244751c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R9f6dZGtI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/mABk4OsQ8Ho/s200/jamie-carragher_1244751c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428101438110243538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As legendary as Franz Beckenbauer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R-KCL27fI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GRLFC-mM1P0/s1600-h/FranzBeckenbauer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R-KCL27fI/AAAAAAAAAZY/GRLFC-mM1P0/s200/FranzBeckenbauer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428102161738690034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As nimble and agile as Jole Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R-fECU1II/AAAAAAAAAZg/vgsakmhFMnc/s1600-h/joe-cole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R-fECU1II/AAAAAAAAAZg/vgsakmhFMnc/s200/joe-cole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428102523012830338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As versatile as Gerrard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R-9oPhvCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/epLIBcfwRM4/s1600-h/steven-gerrard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R-9oPhvCI/AAAAAAAAAZo/epLIBcfwRM4/s200/steven-gerrard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428103048127953954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As crafty and tricky as Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R_iJoUC2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/B0Cex_Pk9PI/s1600-h/gallery_main-cristiano-ronaldo-real-madrid-photos-07062009-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R_iJoUC2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/B0Cex_Pk9PI/s200/gallery_main-cristiano-ronaldo-real-madrid-photos-07062009-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428103675565575010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fast as Messi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R_7LBhQHI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iHmL--KeCCg/s1600-h/Barcelona%2Bv%2BMallorca%2BCopa%2Bdel%2BRey%2B-rB7cZp0iXXl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R_7LBhQHI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/iHmL--KeCCg/s200/Barcelona%2Bv%2BMallorca%2BCopa%2Bdel%2BRey%2B-rB7cZp0iXXl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428104105436463218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As likeable and visionary as Fabregas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1SAUuik23I/AAAAAAAAAaA/F3G3n2qbtM8/s1600-h/sssssss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1SAUuik23I/AAAAAAAAAaA/F3G3n2qbtM8/s200/sssssss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428104544467082098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As deadly as Torres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1SAstjECbI/AAAAAAAAAaI/fj76KFTN0OE/s1600-h/fernando-torres42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1SAstjECbI/AAAAAAAAAaI/fj76KFTN0OE/s200/fernando-torres42.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428104956517550514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As talented as Higuain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1SBVFmi6gI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/NLDbT70Dha4/s1600-h/higuain_291104t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1SBVFmi6gI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/NLDbT70Dha4/s200/higuain_291104t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428105650169375234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-647263004878349331?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/647263004878349331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=647263004878349331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/647263004878349331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/647263004878349331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/perfect-player.html' title='The Perfect Player'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/S1R80M8ri_I/AAAAAAAAAZA/u-FTEPkAryI/s72-c/buffon_2_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-5035944684375068758</id><published>2010-01-13T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:36:21.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything around us is changing. As long as our hearts are strong as long as we live by our own set of principles as long as we continue to be us and contribute to the love around us, we are still ourselves. We are still one and very much still preserve our own image.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-5035944684375068758?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5035944684375068758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=5035944684375068758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/5035944684375068758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/5035944684375068758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-around-us-is-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-1485369683419903359</id><published>2010-01-11T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T08:14:56.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O level= O My God Tats my marks?</title><content type='html'>People went ballistic today. I went to thank Ms Ng, Mr Chiang and Ms Huang(more like i should thank Mrs Yong. I didnt expect myself to do well till i got a single digit. I m just a roller coaster so i m not suited for the top school. Cheers for everyone, no one is a loser. U get wad u deserve. U play at wrong time u pay tats all so simple. Thank my mom and dad for always supporting me and paying for the printer ink which i used alot. Now is the problem part....where to go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-1485369683419903359?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1485369683419903359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=1485369683419903359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/1485369683419903359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/1485369683419903359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-level-o-my-god-tats-my-marks.html' title='O level= O My God Tats my marks?'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-791459714460809770</id><published>2010-01-06T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T04:24:18.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIG-NIC</title><content type='html'>I noe when 4 people jus turn up for a picnic is actually not as fun as planned. I bought like tons of food so tat 9 people can enjoy and now one person has to like eat so much 2.5x more so obviously we didnt finish everything. Almost all the made sandwiches, all the chicken hotdogs, one packed doritos, and 4 out of 6 1.5l of drinks. Well dones mate!!! Holidays have indeed made us a hungrier lot. Luckily got Chloe, thx for not wasting food yo! We saw tis couple lying on each other in the Botanic Gardens which was veri much like public sex and is rather obsene den another couple tried kite flying. We imitated or more lyk kao pei them erm but all failed no wind onli the sun until u see reddish burnt skin all over us. I think i was the worst cause i didnt put on any clothing so my body was like bared. So now u got people who can eat alot...and people who resembles walking and talking bak kuas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-791459714460809770?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/791459714460809770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=791459714460809770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/791459714460809770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/791459714460809770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/pig-nic.html' title='PIG-NIC'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-7719589250391316975</id><published>2010-01-04T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T07:04:57.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAY DAY</title><content type='html'>finally i got my pay. Shocking truth part timers who exceeded the amount of 500 bucks have CPF. WTF!!! I got almost like 100+++ deducted.Plus the 400 bucks i have to give away as a respect, honestly i dun have much left. I hav never intended to donate any amount to CPF and now my budget for a new phone jus seem smaller. So i was walking home all paranoid looking up as though some ninja is gonna leap down from a tree and rob me like ninja assasin;back to see anyone suspicious; left and right obviously for cars i wanna make it safely home to keep the money. Next on the list picnic shopping:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-7719589250391316975?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/7719589250391316975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=7719589250391316975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/7719589250391316975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/7719589250391316975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/pay-day.html' title='PAY DAY'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-4581855520210283581</id><published>2010-01-03T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T07:30:54.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2day was supposed to be pay day but no its pay the price of being a part timer day.&lt;br /&gt;Shit dude i still have to work one more day? Head chf told me my pay was 500 bucks. Yer kiding rite? 15 days 10 hours of hard work and i get 500 bucks? My mom told me to sue them at MOM. Not my Mom mom its Ministry of Manpower...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-4581855520210283581?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4581855520210283581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=4581855520210283581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/4581855520210283581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/4581855520210283581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2010/01/2day-was-supposed-to-be-pay-day-but-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-6308778752003344923</id><published>2009-12-31T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T07:54:06.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiya i have been wasting too much space on my blog, maybe its time for a change. 1 hour  away from 2010. Lets talk about happy things. To me when i think of happy things mostly its just football maybe at tis moment la. But football isnt realli lyk 20 men chasing a ball its dreams religion culture history country club family life death gals party sex scandal money cars love hate fights hug tears joy pride honour the world globalisation revoultion and evolution. i plead u take 7 minutes of ur time to enjoy these vids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UVKyrTcCe2s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UVKyrTcCe2s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-6308778752003344923?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6308778752003344923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=6308778752003344923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/6308778752003344923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/6308778752003344923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/aiya-i-have-been-wasting-too-much-space.html' title=''/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-1413069725482348480</id><published>2009-12-30T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:26:32.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>U said i was a friend. U r sad tat u lost me...Are u sure? Wad have u done seriously. Do u ever think i can treat u like one. U go laughing at others den tell me about them so m i also supposed to laugh wif u den go out wif them huh, friend? I invited u wif open arms to play my PS2. When i wanted to go ur house u didnt allow me. Guess wad, ur best pal told me cause u were hiding ur newly bought ps3. Is tat called a friend? I told u secrets...and u spred it lyk wildfire. So is tis call a friend huh? When i was in nid of help as people were threatening me, where the fuck are u, friend!!! U ran off away from me as though i wasnt even there and didnt even care! Now u changed my best friend completely, and he is nothing like himself and acting more n more lyk u every single day. Is tat called a friend? U go saying its playboy time so wad r gals ur playthings? Are our friends supposed to be used as a tool lyk playthings? U r sad o god pls i would even be more sad to hav a person lyk u as a friend who could stab me anytime...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-1413069725482348480?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1413069725482348480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=1413069725482348480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/1413069725482348480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/1413069725482348480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/u-said-i-was-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-5883115347420576022</id><published>2009-12-30T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T06:56:02.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Jokes have a limit at times</title><content type='html'>Everyone loves to joke. Some joke lame some joke funny. Everyone loves to be a joker or the popular guy. Jokes can make others laugh but does it mean at the expense of others? People smile but how about the other guy whos heart may be crying? Joking at the personality or physical appearance of someone can really be funny at times, well the other party might even laugh as well. But if persistant of such jokes could realli be irritating or might even be heart breaking as well. So is it worth it? Laughing at ur own jokes at the expense of piercing another's heart? Well not realli....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-5883115347420576022?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5883115347420576022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=5883115347420576022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/5883115347420576022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/5883115347420576022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/even-jokes-have-limit-at-times.html' title='Even Jokes have a limit at times'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-5510536946214320169</id><published>2009-12-27T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T07:46:06.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About FB</title><content type='html'>Some dousche has been expoiting the use of FB and it kinda blows. This is how it goes. They take a picture of themselves and some other bull shit friends den they post on FB and they go like...blah blah blah "likes". Kay its realli wtf like why the fuck would u like ur own picture and why must post on FB everytime. OOOOOoooo we went to tis place, ooo we were eating this and tat and oooo i was wif him/her. I could probably look myself naked in the mirror and like it a million times if there is such a button which i can click on. U noe fuck tis, i realli dun understand. Its it realli tat thrilling? Does it gets u erected or something? Yeah FB is indeed powerful and yes u/we/i/they/he/she has probably pissed lyk a dozen and thousand other people tat u dun noe whos hiding a knife behind u ready to stab u only from the proper way and tats through the front into the heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-5510536946214320169?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5510536946214320169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=5510536946214320169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/5510536946214320169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/5510536946214320169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/about-fb.html' title='About FB'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-5884326314678571603</id><published>2009-12-26T07:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T07:32:37.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[i][u][b]ăļLęx °[/b][/u][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; damn funny&lt;br /&gt;![{ Jas }]        ----------- My idea was to build Liverpool into a bastion of invincibility. Napoleon had that idea. says:&lt;br /&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt; wad funny&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]ăļLęx °[/b][/u][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; really funny ma&lt;br /&gt; u dun think so meh&lt;br /&gt; they take all these kind of pics&lt;br /&gt; friggin bo liao&lt;br /&gt; like acting in some show like that&lt;br /&gt; just to show ppl&lt;br /&gt; o&lt;br /&gt; we were together&lt;br /&gt; =.=&lt;br /&gt; fuck it&lt;br /&gt;![{ Jas }]        ----------- My idea was to build Liverpool into a bastion of invincibility. Napoleon had that idea. says:&lt;br /&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt; nice logic&lt;br /&gt; i like it&lt;br /&gt; nice&lt;br /&gt;[i][u][b]ăļLęx °[/b][/u][/i] says:&lt;br /&gt; of course&lt;br /&gt; i always make sense&lt;br /&gt; but most of the time&lt;br /&gt; too chim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-5884326314678571603?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5884326314678571603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=5884326314678571603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/5884326314678571603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/5884326314678571603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/iuballex-bui-says-damn-funny-jas-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-8420663198124547046</id><published>2009-12-25T07:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T07:18:59.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test no.3</title><content type='html'>In FNB u dun go saying who smokes here. In FNB u go who doesnt smokes here cause everyone smokes here. I have passed test no.1 which is handling tough customers, and test no.2 which i handling the glum face popo which guai lan me everyday. Both of which is best if u just keep quiet. But for test 3 u cant keep quiet u have to smile or giggle cause its rude not to talk to people who smokes and u might piss them off so much tat they might jus sear the butt into ur skin. Heres test 3, people ask u if u smoke...no reply? They hand u a cigarette...kay i noe wtf. I think test 3 means trying not to smoke. Everyone smokes here tat it jus becomes a norm and u r weird if u dun smoke. Everyone has tat bitter breathe when they exhale and i kinda got used to it. My friend told me he smoked b4 hot and cold. Dun realli get it though. Hot one is lyk drinking hot coffee while cold one is lyk sucking air con. So i tried...not smoking but sucking air con. Kay didnt realli got the excitement tat was expected. Today i passby this dishwasher guy who had tattoos on his arm. He was rolling up cigarette butt den i look at him. He stare at me den offer me one stick. (Tell me wat to do next...) My mum is so gonna kill me and remove me from my job if she sees tis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-8420663198124547046?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8420663198124547046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=8420663198124547046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/8420663198124547046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/8420663198124547046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/test-no3.html' title='Test no.3'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-6489798295993810693</id><published>2009-12-23T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T17:17:50.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Siao Chef</title><content type='html'>The Siao Chef is actually this guy who works behind the local kitchen and he has that baby face that u wana pinch. He crazy one whole day laugh laugh smile smile. He told me tat he had cheated many gals heart through cookin:) nice!!! Den i ask him if he got 5 'c's. He said now its not popular. He has a chef career, country club not important, o level cert, got car(probably a cherry queque), got money, credit card who also can have. He damn crappy a little lyk me. Sometimes its just nice to hav someone crazy enough not to make my work so bored...someone lyk him will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-6489798295993810693?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6489798295993810693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=6489798295993810693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/6489798295993810693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/6489798295993810693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/siao-chef.html' title='the Siao Chef'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-829581484396871113</id><published>2009-12-21T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:07:08.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 yrs down the road...</title><content type='html'>White haired, dirty freakled and wrinkled skin...i m starting to fear old age. I stared hard at my colleagues and they muttered to me their thoughts as though there wasnt anyone to hear them out. Sometime it becomes so repetitive tat it becomes kinda annoying. I wonder...wonder if i would become lyk them. So gloomy so lonely and always seeking someone to talk to. One of them even told me he wanted to commit sucide. Gosh i didnt noe how to react. Old people are super sensitive lyk children. Wrong words and u may never see them again. 50 yrs from now ad would i be? Lyk them not enjoying their old age? Sometimes my heart just pours out to them and worries myself of my future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-829581484396871113?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/829581484396871113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=829581484396871113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/829581484396871113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/829581484396871113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/50-yrs-down-road.html' title='50 yrs down the road...'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-3762219685944018438</id><published>2009-12-20T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T07:47:05.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>U wana Fuck me or my supervisor?</title><content type='html'>Work went so wrong today tat i can onli spell F.U.C.K. Singaporeans are realli a bunch of mother fuckers who think they are paying to be served. Fuck no people i m working in a foodcourt no restaurant here, still i can do wif a "thank you" "hello", u dun fucking attitude us, wokers. U wan excellence den go open ur own mother cunt's food court. U go fucking work in FNB den u noe wat u are eating. U dun fucking demand from people, i'm not ur slave or how about i give u ur mother's breast milk when u wan evaporated milk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eg 1. Woman wans a tag because she doesnt wans to stand up and wait for her food.&lt;br /&gt;2. I got scolded for something i did not do wrong. Customer wans 2 ebi bento set i gav card 8. Ding ding ding!  Supervisor come and walk wif pass them two bento set den return back and say no.8 never order. Customer fucking mad!!! She returns and add on to my misery of taking orders for three stores by scolding me. I took out the food for them den kana blast again. Those fucking cunts should be more polite. Moreover its not my fault and its a foodcourt u fucking never pay me service tips u wan service? I giv u service u not thankful u act lyk an all dried up pussy and blast me after i apologise for a mistake i did not make? Mdm u are fucking ridiculous!!! I cursed ur fucking CPF all dried up lyk ur menopaused pussy den u have to work in FNB also. Work lyk shit pay lyk crap. Den i go there te kan u. Auntie u noe wad is te kan? It pig fuck. I make u work lyk a whore den fuck u wif complaints.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-3762219685944018438?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3762219685944018438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=3762219685944018438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/3762219685944018438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/3762219685944018438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/u-wana-fuck-me-or-my-supervisor.html' title='U wana Fuck me or my supervisor?'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-997594038967773229</id><published>2009-12-19T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T07:24:02.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird working day</title><content type='html'>super duper weird day at work. 10 mins into my job, one gal from hai sing secondary came up to me and told my tat i look lyk her friend so she wanted my picture, den another gal came up to me and told me tat her friend lyks me. WTF!!! I dun think i'm lyk paid for such things right? den GM came and told me he has a new challenge for me. Stand behind western food counter and take orders, sell dim sum. Its actually called slacking cause u kinda not have to move a muscle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-997594038967773229?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/997594038967773229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=997594038967773229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/997594038967773229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/997594038967773229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/weird-working-day.html' title='Weird working day'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-418550516140968502</id><published>2009-12-18T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T05:00:19.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its confirmed...</title><content type='html'>i m really not supposed to say certain things out but seriously man its unavoidable tat u got suck into fucking politics when u couldnt care less. All i can say is do ur part well, get out of the way or u will be sucked and milked dry...its a warning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay sorry i think i beginning to get addicted to work. Money has made me nuts. Its 11 hours today. Well at least i spent eleven of it drawing a clear line between my colleagues- WHOSE trustworthy whose not, something i've learn in skool. i begining to feel the toilet cleaner who has been speaking to me in Hokkien when i pee looks more and more lyk Twety, moreover her uniforn is yellow. I would lyk to apologise to the snail which i crushed it wif my father's new black shoes today- sorri i didnt see u, the streets too dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are curious about my job kay so heres a list of things i do in order:&lt;br /&gt;1. On the 4 silde doors wif a custom key by turning the lock on each side&lt;br /&gt;2. Refill the ice supplies (once supply ends-constantly)&lt;br /&gt;3. Clean every table b4 customer comes&lt;br /&gt;4. Dry the outside tables and chairs if it is wet especially when it rains&lt;br /&gt;5. Refill supply of utensils eg, fork, knife, spoon, coffee cup, soft drink cups and                &lt;br /&gt;   trays (once supply ends-constantly)&lt;br /&gt;6. Boil the water in the dispenser&lt;br /&gt;7. Refill coffee by putting in coffee powder in the dispenser den pour in hot           &lt;br /&gt;   water(once supply ends-constantly)&lt;br /&gt;8. Refill creamer, sugar and stirrer (once supply ends-constantly)&lt;br /&gt;9. Spot sweep the floor&lt;br /&gt;10. Mop the wet spots&lt;br /&gt;11. Stock up can drinks supply (once supply ends-constantly)&lt;br /&gt;12. Clear tables and wipe them after customers' meals(constantly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not exactly sure if i have miss out anyway things but i think tats all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-418550516140968502?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/418550516140968502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=418550516140968502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/418550516140968502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/418550516140968502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-confirmed.html' title='its confirmed...'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-3053581472244358863</id><published>2009-12-16T04:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T04:38:57.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food court politics?</title><content type='html'>i didnt noe theres such a thing and tot it onli exist in courts and offices. The stall vendors were quite nice always smiling at me making me feel welcome at work. One customer from taiwan said that i handsome boy. I hope the husband dun take any offence. i made a new fren today who was the cleaner of the toilet. She asked me about my affairs in Hokien and i smoked my way through fluently until she asked me how old was my brother. Damn! How to say 12 in Hokkien. Body language was still the most efficient.&lt;br /&gt;i get very typical comments lyk: woah boy u veri guai/hardworking/obedient/diligent and the other synonyms u can find. Holiday job arh? Its lyk some broken recorder and my replies were all the same. Its 7am to 5pm today. I woke up earlier as compared to skool day, cant keep my eyes open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ma 1: boy tat ah ma 2 weird weird one keep rushing me to go home even though i dun wan. i dun realli lyk her.&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;ah ma 1: i wan to work leh at home boring!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ma 2: boy actually i yesterday wana ask u wat time go home one&lt;br /&gt;me: erm den?&lt;br /&gt;ah ma 2: tat ah gong lor. keep rushing me to keep the mop...&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ma 1: boy u work till wat time?&lt;br /&gt;me: 5 lor wan to get more money today&lt;br /&gt;ah ma 1: now 3.50 right? kay i dismissed at 4 so i think i go toilet hide till 4.&lt;br /&gt;me:woah ah ma u kay long!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-3053581472244358863?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3053581472244358863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=3053581472244358863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/3053581472244358863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/3053581472244358863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/food-court-politics.html' title='Food court politics?'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-5747769145892502459</id><published>2009-12-15T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:21:24.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF(wad the food)</title><content type='html'>i love working.i didnt quite noe my job until yesterday. U noe the Kopitiam aunties and uncles clearing ur plate? Yeah tats my job. Just tat it was a little more tedious. i gotta clear the plates. Refill the ice, i think refill the coffee dispenser, arrange the chairs, arrange the cold drinks in the freezer, lets see wat else. I think i was made or was paid to sweat in a air con room, cool huh? I was rather shock to see my colleagues. They were all white haired, a little hunch back and have those dirty freakles on their skin. YEAH its old people. Its lyk working hands in hands wif ur po po or ur ah kong. So my colleagues are lets see naggy frenly and helpful. I kinda lyk them except tat nasty po po wif tat weird attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked one ah ma: ah ma ni ji shui?&lt;br /&gt;ah ma: ni cai leh?&lt;br /&gt;me: qi shi!!!&lt;br /&gt;ah ma: wa ni zhen me zhi dao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: po po ni zhen me lao wei shen me bu retire?&lt;br /&gt;ah ma: men ma!! A! Wa de er zi bu zhi dao leh!&lt;br /&gt;me: lol(thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big sister: jasper so how?&lt;br /&gt;me: a little tired&lt;br /&gt;big sister: u suei la got two veri pretty china xiao mei mei supposed to come one...&lt;br /&gt;me: (silence)(eye big big)(didnt hear the rest big sister said)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-5747769145892502459?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5747769145892502459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=5747769145892502459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/5747769145892502459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/5747769145892502459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/wtfwad-food.html' title='WTF(wad the food)'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-2334488698662506307</id><published>2009-12-12T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T04:08:00.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pls dun do tat</title><content type='html'>i noe it. i can sense it. u are avoiding me as though as i have HIV. i beg u not to do tat cause i will not pester u so u dun hav to be afraid. I will not bug u nor will i force u so pls be brave enough to look me in the eye. U said we can be friends so look me in the eye lyk a friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-2334488698662506307?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/2334488698662506307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=2334488698662506307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/2334488698662506307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/2334488698662506307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/pls-dun-do-tat.html' title='pls dun do tat'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-6764909220889000742</id><published>2009-12-03T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:16:11.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SxeP07ijF_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/iV3m8Sl-WW0/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SxeP07ijF_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/iV3m8Sl-WW0/s400/DSC01309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410951616807507954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to work yesterday wif HP at vivo's third annuversary as a waiter . I never knew tat being a waiter was tat tiring until yesterday. The people there(my colleagues) were nice. I had alot of names: Ryan, Xiao Di Di, Excuse Me, Waiter, Sec 3 boy, Sec 1 boy. Den slowly we began talking about football. JC soccer, EPL, betting soccer etc. Hui Ping broke a glass under someone's else carelessness. I didnt crowd around her as i knew we had to move on wif it. It was tough earning my bucks but i had to perservere to get my transformers and ironman toys. My arms are aching but i love it- EARNING money in exhcange of accumulation of lactic acid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-6764909220889000742?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6764909220889000742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=6764909220889000742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/6764909220889000742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/6764909220889000742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-went-to-work-yesterday-wif-hp-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SxeP07ijF_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/iV3m8Sl-WW0/s72-c/DSC01309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-1508203547823965754</id><published>2009-11-28T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T06:56:42.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gals day out + one boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SxE5SP_5IpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WJW1xkDqm7E/s1600/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SxE5SP_5IpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WJW1xkDqm7E/s400/DSC01297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409167613143622290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SxE5MJp7lvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Col8rv5gzw4/s1600/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SxE5MJp7lvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/Col8rv5gzw4/s400/DSC01296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409167508361680626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was at Serangoon cause i was damn bored at home and wanted to get a fresh view of thw world. U got ur nike shoes, cds, pottery, laptops and stuffs. Its old skool and damn cool. Its veri new to me and i love it. Around lyk 30 min later Toh ask me out n said she sha and adeline + a lot of people coming along so i tagged. Hey who noes but u could cancel out the alot of people other den those tat i hav named. We talked, we eat, we walked and we talked. About the walking part its more of finding a job around IMM rather den lazing around. We laughed, we joked and we left...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-1508203547823965754?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1508203547823965754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=1508203547823965754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/1508203547823965754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/1508203547823965754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/gals-day-out-one-boy.html' title='Gals day out + one boy'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SxE5SP_5IpI/AAAAAAAAAYw/WJW1xkDqm7E/s72-c/DSC01297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-3897993978368478697</id><published>2009-11-28T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T06:43:09.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet or Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I got tis mix feelings about the chalet actually. I lyk the amazing race cause naturally its planned by urs truly and his committee pals. But kind of fustrated at the same time tat people are actually being so (idk how to describe) irritating. Its not personal or anything its jus from my POV. Eg people crowding around in their own mix of group. People going to Vivo to shop rather den stay and spend some last quality time wif their REAL pals. I mean come on Vivo is lyk a anytime kind of thing. So i'm jus kinda disappointed people opted to go to Vivo. I jus hope lyk these people realised tat the people who stayed on without going to Vivo are the real pals tat realli care about things and not some bastards whom when u meet in JC will jus m=ake u rot in there. No pics so srri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-3897993978368478697?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/3897993978368478697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=3897993978368478697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/3897993978368478697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/3897993978368478697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/chalet-or-goodbye.html' title='Chalet or Goodbye'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-4540394089330292198</id><published>2009-11-20T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T18:37:49.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tale of Two Legs and A Referee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SwdSXTq1Y3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/eAyjEHhE1Ls/s1600/DSC01277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SwdSXTq1Y3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/eAyjEHhE1Ls/s400/DSC01277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406380438051971954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's match was awesome but of course it was marred by referees' decisions just lyk in the world cup qualifier where officials couldnt even spot a single man's(thiery henry) handball which eventually led to a goal tat cost Ireland a spot in the World Cup. I didnt noe tat referees were supposed to stop the stopwatch and den add extra time. Wouldnt the match last forever then? Kay so i suffered injuries on both legs. One bruised and battered the other torn and shattered. So how much am i willing to score a goal. Almost for anything. A cut, a bruised , a kiss whatever man. I was rather happy to see the supporters turn up though. Without them i think we would hav thrown away the game when we were 2 down in the first 15 minutes. Kudos people. Don scored a spectacular drive from freekick which resulted in the wining goal but i still tot that the main match hero was Shaheer. The lad was always unselfish, tireless worker wif pure determination. Sean was jus the typical joker, the referee tat suffered the same left leg calf cramp as me. Cheers for the 4E soccer team class of 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-4540394089330292198?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/4540394089330292198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=4540394089330292198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/4540394089330292198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/4540394089330292198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/tale-of-two-legs-and-referee.html' title='The Tale of Two Legs and A Referee'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SwdSXTq1Y3I/AAAAAAAAAYg/eAyjEHhE1Ls/s72-c/DSC01277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-1517350895252905508</id><published>2009-11-18T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:58:37.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its really nothing...</title><content type='html'>Hav u ever receive lyk some unhappy stuffs especially sometime which could hav kiled u 3 yrs ago? I was watching Funny People so maybe Adam Sandler kind of made up for it. But its ok, i've gone through tis shit b4. It wouldnt sting i guess. A day would do. I suddenly love time. Its the best medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-1517350895252905508?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/1517350895252905508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=1517350895252905508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/1517350895252905508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/1517350895252905508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-really-nothing.html' title='Its really nothing...'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-6029695805111247844</id><published>2009-11-18T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T02:09:39.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SwPHeuad-zI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Szbv2eHnNMA/s1600/10845_177997804844_746919844_2904917_2943077_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SwPHeuad-zI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Szbv2eHnNMA/s400/10845_177997804844_746919844_2904917_2943077_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405383308443777842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew its so good to sit in a table full of girls cause they allow u to pay for the price of one to get the share of two. How cheapskate is tat one me! Neh i m jus saving food which may be emptied down the bin anyway. Prom was...erm boring? I only enjoyed the unlimited drinks but as for the food i would consider it edible but torturously so. 80 bucks and no shark fin? I guess 20 dollars was to rent the utensils. Criticisms aside...gals really look good in make up. I didnt recognised Jackie and tot that she was some sec 5 gal who was lost among the 4E crowd. Some look good and some didnt need the make-up anyway. I really nid man heels. The gals were fully taking advantage. Some had thin finger long heels which would have delivered nut flying groin kick if they encounter a leacher(not me). People ask me how to dress best. Heres my reply: may the best chest win! PS: I didnt know the theme of the Prom was Dark and Busty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-6029695805111247844?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/6029695805111247844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=6029695805111247844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/6029695805111247844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/6029695805111247844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SwPHeuad-zI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Szbv2eHnNMA/s72-c/10845_177997804844_746919844_2904917_2943077_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-8255116895362703829</id><published>2009-11-14T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T07:06:05.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running faster den a bulldog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv7HUnvlJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/FNMtl5OhlXw/s1600-h/DSC01283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv7HUnvlJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/FNMtl5OhlXw/s200/DSC01283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403975759971035010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tested my mercurial steam...people dun get horny or misunderstood me. I m talking about my new boots and some dick-like thermometer. Alex Ferguson once said that Alan Wiley was unfit and he had seen some butcher's bulldog who are much fitter. ???? Kay so i put things to the test and arranged wif Alan Wiley to fly down to the empty plot of filed below my house from London but apparently he told me he ran here. Den i invited my neighbours bulldog who knew how to speak english lyk Bolt and we ran in a 100m race. Wif my new boots i was ready. Den Alan Wiley blew his whistle while i was lagging. He sprinted lyk Adebayor who ran to the other end of field just to celebrate against his former club. The STEAM didn't work, it was impossible is catch up. I beat the dog though who was watching Miley Cyrus Part In The USA MV and forgot that the race had started. Nevertheless respect the old man Ferguson...or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv7Gt7UNwBI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jIViVPhBcJc/s1600-h/alan-wiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv7Gt7UNwBI/AAAAAAAAAYA/jIViVPhBcJc/s200/alan-wiley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403975095210065938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-8255116895362703829?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/8255116895362703829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=8255116895362703829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/8255116895362703829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/8255116895362703829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/running-faster-den-bulldog.html' title='Running faster den a bulldog'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv7HUnvlJ4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/FNMtl5OhlXw/s72-c/DSC01283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-9040512315065754841</id><published>2009-11-14T06:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:39:58.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apology Letter to Adidas.</title><content type='html'>sorry adidas that ur loyal customer has decided to jump ship to the rival vessel:nike. Though i may only be one customer but i belief in time to come, many will follow suit. Let's analyse why. 1. Ur soccer shoes are lyk so damn similar to the previous models or the other genre of boots. Take the new f30 for example. I almost confused it for some new predators.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv6_coY67FI/AAAAAAAAAXw/x1yWPq-AkbM/s1600-h/PDS002001280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv6_coY67FI/AAAAAAAAAXw/x1yWPq-AkbM/s200/PDS002001280.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403967101490359378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv6_TDW87FI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ZxygA4VgCn8/s1600-h/PDS002001356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv6_TDW87FI/AAAAAAAAAXg/ZxygA4VgCn8/s200/PDS002001356.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403966936931167314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no2. The new design of boots are getting from bad to worse.&lt;br /&gt;no.3 its too expensive. Comparing an adidas and nike shirt. Obviously an adidas shirt is more expensive. So are we paying more for the extra materials to make the 3 strips? Anyway i hope the problem will be quickly resolved so that Gerrard will not lose his endorsement deal wif u when hes lyk 30 n get Reebok as a partner lyk Thiery Henry:p signed jasper gerrard junior benitez hassan sunny kanye loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv6_yXtPpCI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4cH7Ji68V7Y/s1600-h/PDS002001099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv6_yXtPpCI/AAAAAAAAAX4/4cH7Ji68V7Y/s200/PDS002001099.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403967474969322530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(new adidas preadtor boots)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-9040512315065754841?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/9040512315065754841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=9040512315065754841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/9040512315065754841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/9040512315065754841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/apology-letter-to-adidas.html' title='Apology Letter to Adidas.'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv6_coY67FI/AAAAAAAAAXw/x1yWPq-AkbM/s72-c/PDS002001280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-5736847614042214226</id><published>2009-11-14T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:23:52.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Changs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv69btgPlPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zAea08NsPFw/s1600-h/CarloAncelotti_1218212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv69btgPlPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zAea08NsPFw/s320/CarloAncelotti_1218212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403964886660125938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv69IXt5kBI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ALFdjcy5vcQ/s1600-h/n746919844_1568838_1738642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv69IXt5kBI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ALFdjcy5vcQ/s320/n746919844_1568838_1738642.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403964554394308626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their name starts wif the letter c. They love football. N they are both managers. Now they even look alike. Who am i talking about. Its CHANG CI n CARLO ANCELOTTI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-5736847614042214226?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5736847614042214226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=5736847614042214226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/5736847614042214226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/5736847614042214226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/double-changs.html' title='Double Changs'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/Sv69btgPlPI/AAAAAAAAAXY/zAea08NsPFw/s72-c/CarloAncelotti_1218212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626753363030176511.post-5037288062364345496</id><published>2009-11-13T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T06:48:20.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Havok Time!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Its the time to go crazy. Tear ur entry proof. Burn ur POA textbook. Get urself drunk. Whatever man, just go crazy lyk Kaung and Zhi Lu whose fingers forgotten how to coordinate wif the brain...&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-53c6f8d47c2e1067" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53c6f8d47c2e1067%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013669%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C175E4CB86BA8B40C46ADF5FD42ED5C015CB953.452C89FF42670109904895140961F7FB8FA42ECF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53c6f8d47c2e1067%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSKM2Y9HKUk2GzcyOQlwPf9E0hO4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D53c6f8d47c2e1067%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330013669%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6C175E4CB86BA8B40C46ADF5FD42ED5C015CB953.452C89FF42670109904895140961F7FB8FA42ECF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D53c6f8d47c2e1067%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DSKM2Y9HKUk2GzcyOQlwPf9E0hO4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4626753363030176511-5037288062364345496?l=thescoringmoment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/feeds/5037288062364345496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4626753363030176511&amp;postID=5037288062364345496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/5037288062364345496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4626753363030176511/posts/default/5037288062364345496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thescoringmoment.blogspot.com/2009/11/havok-time.html' title='Havok Time!!!!!'/><author><name>Jas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10289661995750178454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TePmKcQvD7I/SKgD-sxljAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bD3CI7XXfx0/S220/warp(1).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
