<?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-3623813417863623977</id><updated>2011-08-09T02:43:03.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Punching Bag</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-6981554843960511542</id><published>2009-07-07T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T23:59:15.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance of Lost Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seems like everyone has an aim in life recently. I spoke with 2 close friends recently and both of them had a clear vision in their head of what they are aiming to do in the near future. Right now I feel like a primary school kid who has just been given an essay entitled "Where I am going to be 5 years from now" and right now this primary school kid is scratching his head with a blank piece of paper in front of him clueless as to how to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of my friends who entered school with me have had a clear aim in life even before they started schooling. Friends I met at internships have compiled a glowing CV complete with what they expect their future employers to look out for in anticipation of entering a career they always dreamed of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had hoped that by becoming a piece of wood adrift at sea, I would eventually wash ashore on land one day. A few years on I have only succeeded in becoming lost further out at sea with not the faintest inkling as to which way to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is at the point when you are lost in a dense jungle that you are presented with a dilemma. You can sit down and ponder about which direction to take but you might never decide and you might never get out. Or you can head towards one direction wishing for the best but if it is the wrong way, you might be headed on an end from which there is no return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-6981554843960511542?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/6981554843960511542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=6981554843960511542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6981554843960511542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6981554843960511542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2009/07/dance-of-lost-souls.html' title='The Dance of Lost Souls'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-6031488731214313498</id><published>2009-03-09T23:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:09:57.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pays not to be a Mr. Nice Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You reach out a hand to those you think are in need. You genuinely want to help them and what do they do? They bite the hand that feeds them. Ignorant fools and idiots. What do they stand to gain by acting on their insecurity manifested in their suspicion that everyone is out to get them. Absolutely nothing. One walks in with nothing but good intentions in mind and ends up getting ripped apart. Nothing but a nice dose of justice I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The world is plenty of idiots nowadays. There are idiots who believe whatever people say and there are bigger idiots who act purely on suspicion without thinking. Finally, the biggest idiots are those who act on impulses. Oh no, those "idiots" are definitely not some people from a random barbarian tribe. Who are they? Just your average "educated" person trained to think "logically".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No use being a Mr. Nice Guy when everyone thinks you are the bastard. No use being a Mr. Nice Guy when you suffer for your kind gestures. No use being a Mr. Nice Guy when all people do is take advantage of you. If you can't beat them, then join them. Be a bastard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-6031488731214313498?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/6031488731214313498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=6031488731214313498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6031488731214313498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6031488731214313498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2009/03/pays-not-to-be-mr-nice-guy.html' title='Pays not to be a Mr. Nice Guy'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-7636383627611068357</id><published>2009-02-06T10:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:47:32.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>Been a long time since I actually wrote something here: guess I didn't feel a need to. Not that I feel anything now either but oh well boredom can take it's toll on you. Nothing weird's happening in my life now except for some hormonal imbalances at certain times of the day (Men's version of the period lol).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, going to school now is becoming more and more of a bore. Perhaps the initial excitement of having to meet new people in new places is dying down. Are people around me looking more distant or perhaps it is the other way around? Hmm? Weird thinking, must be the emo time of the day again lol. Next sem might become even more boring with more people in school flying off to exchange spots around the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-7636383627611068357?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/7636383627611068357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=7636383627611068357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7636383627611068357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7636383627611068357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2009/02/february.html' title='February'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-5292429751277349973</id><published>2008-08-14T17:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T17:43:06.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a series of unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>my pocket seems to have an uncanny habit of dropping expensive stuff that is less than one year old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipod 30gb video - Lost Dec 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laptop Battery - Lost Jan 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UM1 earphones - Lost 14th August 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-5292429751277349973?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/5292429751277349973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=5292429751277349973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/5292429751277349973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/5292429751277349973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/08/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='a series of unfortunate events'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-1744397051689847736</id><published>2008-08-14T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:26:54.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosted Glass</title><content type='html'>Ever looked at a person, smiled and immediately strike up a conversation about anything and everything, all in all acting like his/her close friend except that you are not a close friend. In fact, you hardly know this person at all other than the face and the name. Your conversation topics are picked very carefully after studying this person, and encompass everything that this person would potentially be interested in responding to. Forming acquaintances? Networking? Whatever you want to call it, it's a necessary evil in the society we live in. Well I won't denounce it as evil more than tiring. Often, you have to hide your true self and become whoever that other person demands you to be. Takes a lot of effort to be holding a mask up to your face all the time and only those with the most social stamina can take such a beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange thing is that the other person is probably doing the same thing too! So if everyone is doing the same thing, then the end result would no doubt be that everyone would behave in a similar fashion. No wonder everyone behaves in that similar robotic fashion at almost every social event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of reminds you of modern day chat rooms. You talk to people you might not have had much contact with. All you know about them are their nick names or their display pictures. If they are not interested in what you are saying or if they don't know how to respond to your statement they often reply with a 'haha' or 'lol'. Much easier than in this context when you have to think of a generic answer to appease the other party like "I see" or "that's really sad man" or "I feel for you" or even "I'm really sorry" when you might not understand or care about what they are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be quick to denounce someone you see doing this "social activity" as FAKE for you probably are guilty of the same crime to a certain extent yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-1744397051689847736?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/1744397051689847736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=1744397051689847736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/1744397051689847736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/1744397051689847736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/08/frosted-glass.html' title='Frosted Glass'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-1385339753753886943</id><published>2008-08-13T23:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:09:28.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is Running Out</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered how some people do it? What? Oh just about squeeze 1000000 things into a day. Ever thought to yourself: now how the f*** does he/she do that? Oh so you think it's time management. You then go pack your timetable to the max with all those activities and to your horror you can't seem to stick to it no matter how you try. So you wonder to yourself: how does that person complete all those tasks in 1/2 the time you take to perform them? Is it a question of time? But that can't be the answer because you and all other mortals on Earth have been granted 24 hours of time by some higher power. Unless of course God forgot to mention that time passes differently for everyone. So maybe that person's 24 hours is equivalent to your 48 hours?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-1385339753753886943?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/1385339753753886943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=1385339753753886943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/1385339753753886943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/1385339753753886943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-is-running-out.html' title='Time is Running Out'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-7335665898668644557</id><published>2008-07-23T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:51:00.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Constant</title><content type='html'>Sad how people you know drift in and out of your life even though you try your best to hold on to them. Seems quite silly when you think about how you declare you and your best girlfriends to be BFFs (Best Friends Forever) as kids. But all the same it's rather sad when you know that after 15 years when everyone has gone their separate ways, all you can say to them if you bump into them is an "Ohai!". That is, if you even recognise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing is that it doesn't only happen to little kids who grow up. Perhaps thinking about this has made me understand why people actually cry when they send their best friend who's going off to study overseas at the airport. I used to laugh at them for turning this small affair into a funeral but I realise now that they are not crying because they are saying goodbye to that person for a long time but saying goodbye to their best friend forever. Like it or not, that person who left will gradually lose significance in their lives until he/she becomes a distant memory of the past or a mere chat buddy on MSN or Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's nick on MSN was: treasure each day for yesterday would not come again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first initial reaction was to tell him how incredibly cliche that nick sounded; seems as though he plucked it off the book-of-what-old-wise-men-would-say. Now I realise how incredibly true this statement is when you talk of the time you spend with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment you spend with your friends is precious. Next time you go out with your clique, take some time to appreciate the moments that they are spending with you as your close friends. There is no telling how many more of such moments you would spending with any of these people as your good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People drift out of your life after each phase of your life is over to be replaced by new ones. Of the people who have left your life forever, treasure the memories you have of them for that's all that's left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-7335665898668644557?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/7335665898668644557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=7335665898668644557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7335665898668644557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7335665898668644557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/07/only-constant.html' title='The Only Constant'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-1351049200764753766</id><published>2008-06-24T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:10:00.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempts not Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 5 rules of Failure:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail 1 time = Unlucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail Twice = Try harder next time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail 3 times = Loser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail 4 times = Determined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail 5 times and above = Dumb Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Success means for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter how many times you failed, your success justifies all the lame and dumb failures you ever had as well as any thing you say to attribute to your success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why very few say that "the result wasn't as important as the process" after they fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese have an idiom which claims that nothing is impossible if you are determined enough. Sounds like the Adidas catch phrase  but I guess that may be true if one is saddled with unlimited time and resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What to do when you cannot get what you want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scream or  kill someone to release your anger (not recommended)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pray to whatever God(s) you believe in (if any) to grant you your wish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believe in the power of "Adidas" and try more (if you're really dumb)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Black Magic or a Magic Lamp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Console yourself by saying that you tried your best and accept reality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-1351049200764753766?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/1351049200764753766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=1351049200764753766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/1351049200764753766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/1351049200764753766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/06/attempts-not-success.html' title='Attempts not Success'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-1644181312205735075</id><published>2008-06-24T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:14:42.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Bomb</title><content type='html'>Stress is everywhere, no use feeling sian about it or complaining:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;School Term = Schoolwork/Exam Pressure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holidays = Nothing to do Stress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gaming = Scared tio owned stress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Temp job = Boring sian stress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peer Pressure = Friend own u everything stress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Family = *everything u can imagine* stress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Girlfriend/Boyfriend = How 2 please but still own the other party stress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wife Stress = How 2 enjoy expiring product&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-1644181312205735075?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/1644181312205735075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=1644181312205735075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/1644181312205735075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/1644181312205735075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-bomb.html' title='Time Bomb'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-7026789542628757903</id><published>2008-05-16T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T19:46:29.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from Hong Kong and into the Matrix</title><content type='html'>it was really really refreshing jumping into Hong Kong to unleash after the exams. I lost count of how much money I spent there but I think it must have been a bomb looking at the emptiness of my wallet now. The food was good, the shopping was better but none were as good as the company I had around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky we had like 6 girls with us who knew all the amazing underground shopping places. I can't believe i didn't know the existence of H&amp;amp;M before this. the most fantastic though was the factory outlet. I swear I had the urge to buy the whole store....ahhh scary shopping addiction. sad though, just when I was getting warmed up to taking out my wallet and signing the card it was time to go home! #@%&amp;amp;#)%&amp;amp;@# !!!!! ah nevermind there is always next time haha...if there is a next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-7026789542628757903?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/7026789542628757903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=7026789542628757903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7026789542628757903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7026789542628757903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-from-hong-kong-and-into-matrix.html' title='back from Hong Kong and into the Matrix'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-5844126348525424504</id><published>2008-04-30T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:25:28.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Obvious Beaver</title><content type='html'>Have you met the new Captain Obvious Beaver in your school? They are especially rampant and breed in modules that require a certain percentage of class participation. They happen when Captain Eager Beaver and Captain Obvious happen to mate. Be warned for these vile creatures are disguised as normal decent human beings and pass off as students in your school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIGNS&lt;/span&gt; to watch out for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;this creature puts up his paw at every conceivable opportunity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everything this creature says sounds strangely similar to what the textbook has said&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this creature loves to make obvious statements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this creature loves circular arguments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this creature sometimes answers its own questions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this creature has a nasty habit of saying something irrelevant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this creature simply loves to make noise, doesn't have to be intelligent noise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nothing would make this creature happier than to see the TA/Prof tick its name to indicate that it gained another point in class participation; watch the EYES&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;If you notice a supposed student in your class/lecture/seminar group displaying a few of these symptoms, your class might possibly be INFECTED! To destroy this abomination you can try to either cough and clear your throat really loudly every time it makes an unintelligible noise or try a more direct method by saying something like: "I think everyone knew that already" or "That rendition of the passage in the textbook was most illuminating".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-5844126348525424504?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/5844126348525424504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=5844126348525424504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/5844126348525424504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/5844126348525424504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/04/captain-obvious-beaver.html' title='Captain Obvious Beaver'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-2834592821693676153</id><published>2008-04-29T11:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:00:41.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I want to be deluded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;If you are torn between the choice of being deluded or enlightened which one would you pick? Most would probably pick being enlightened believing that the truth is more important. At the end of the day these are mere labels. It is irrelevant whether you choose to be deluded or enlightened since these categories are socially constructed based on the logic and rationality of the majority. What you perceive to be the truth can be totally flawed nonsense to the crazy old man living in the mountains. So if there is no 'right' answer, then who should we choose to be? I would pick being deluded over learning the truth any day if being deluded would bring me more happiness. Isn't that not the main purpose of life? To work towards happiness and satisfaction? What is the use of being an enlightened being if all I discover are more problems waiting to be solved by virtue of the 'truth'.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-2834592821693676153?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/2834592821693676153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=2834592821693676153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/2834592821693676153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/2834592821693676153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-i-want-to-be-deluded.html' title='Why I want to be deluded'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-793733316591942121</id><published>2008-04-28T21:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:04:35.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The deluded and the enlightened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;If the majority of people around you are deluded, then you are the enlightened one. Conversely if the majority are enlightened then you are the one that is deluded. Who decides who is deluded and who is enlightened? Of course the majority will readily claim that they are the enlightened ones, hastily denouncing the old man in the cave with his talks of imminent disaster as blasphemy or sacrilegious speak. Oh the usual dismissal to this notion is that those deluded fools simply did not bother to consider carefully the circumstances and failed to make an informed choice. But that's the problem, they have made what they considered a very informed choice.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One man's logic is another man's irrationality. Imagine there is some primitive tribe where they believe that if you do not sacrifice a human life to the Gods you will have bad weather all year round. If you went down there with all your science and technology of the developed world and told them that their ideas were based on flawed logic, you would just be denounced as a prophet from hell trying to mislead them from their righteous path despite your repeated patient explanations that the weather patterns are determined by forces of nature that will not be altered by their lack of choice to sacrifice a human being that year.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Similarly take the case of a man who believes in a simple superstition. He believes that if you see happen to chance upon some money lying on the street you cannot pick it up, because if you do you will be cursed with bad luck by the unknown force known as "magic". If he really has been indoctrinated with that belief, he would not believe you no matter how you try to explain to him that his fears make no sense according to modern science and logic. To your question of: prove that "magic" exists, he would simply reply: prove that it doesn't exist.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Could it be said then that there is no rational and logical answer to who is deluded and who is not? Remember that humans have a very nasty habit of attributing phenomena which they do not understand to supernatural and strange forces that lie outside the ambit of science. One thing is for certain, if there is indeed an alternative scientific answer that can answer their queries, they will be slow to discover it. But in the meantime, there is no doubt that they have carefully and rationally thought out their answer to their problems according to their logic. So sad though, but the old man in the mountain will have to remain a crazy deluded fool.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-793733316591942121?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/793733316591942121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=793733316591942121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/793733316591942121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/793733316591942121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/04/deluded-and-enlightened.html' title='The deluded and the enlightened'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-6101664898562818159</id><published>2008-04-27T21:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:14:18.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captain Lies, Captain Honest and Captain Hard-Core at a Law Interview</title><content type='html'>Can you imagine what these characters might say at a law-school interview?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn: Why do you want to be a lawyer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Captain Lies&lt;/span&gt;: Since young, I have always wanted to be a lawyer. It has been my dream to fight for justice and the oppressed...etc. (I'm not denying there are genuine cases but this is the majority)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Captain Honest&lt;/span&gt; (in a polo/t-shirt with jeans): I have no noble aspirations, I want to study law cause I don't really know what I want to study but I know this: I want to get rich, I think I'm good at language and connecting things. So I came up with this conclusion: I need to get rich by doing something I'm good at. That's why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Captain Hard-Core&lt;/span&gt; (dressed in a blazer with white top and black bottom): I've always dreamed of being a lawyer, here at paragraph XYZ I've, in my resume, indicated the X number of things I've done to demonstrate my dedication and devotion to this aspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-6101664898562818159?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/6101664898562818159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=6101664898562818159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6101664898562818159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6101664898562818159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/04/captain-lies-captain-honest-and-captain.html' title='Captain Lies, Captain Honest and Captain Hard-Core at a Law Interview'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-9068981559866677021</id><published>2008-04-27T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:56:00.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the World</title><content type='html'>I just watched this documentary and apparently according to some religious, theology-cum-numerology calculations (and speculations) involving astrology the end of the world will come around 2012. Wow that's like four years from now if you think about it. There's not much time left to enjoy life huh. If you wish to visit any place on earth, best to do it within the next four years cause if this calender is accurate it'll all be gone in four years. Oh and visit the beaches and low lying areas first cause according to Al gore global warming and ice-melting will be flooding those really soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are like a 1001 things to worry about in life and strangely all of us are preoccupied with the small things. Until one week ago my main concern is how to pass my examinations. Ok, I totally screwed two modules so I'm actually a bit sour lol but a good friend of mine made an interesting point. He told me a story (something about a fisherman...err I forgot). The moral of the story was this: what are you working for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people might probably say that they are working towards a happy life, some means of enjoyment...etc. I hope they are not too busy running the rat race to pause and taste the more rewarding parts of being alive as a human being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-9068981559866677021?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/9068981559866677021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=9068981559866677021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/9068981559866677021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/9068981559866677021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/04/end-of-world.html' title='End of the World'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-4087582594845106579</id><published>2008-04-21T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T19:39:17.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the defeatist</title><content type='html'>damaged, distraught, destroyed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-4087582594845106579?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/4087582594845106579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=4087582594845106579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/4087582594845106579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/4087582594845106579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/04/defeatist.html' title='the defeatist'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-2651050102943408456</id><published>2008-04-20T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:03:02.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>playing with marbles</title><content type='html'>anyone played red alert before? you know how the soldier starts moving at a very slow speed when he's down to red life (very low life)? After moots I was down to yellow life (half life) and after the next examination I was down to red. when you're at critical health your normal thought processes stop functioning and you act mostly on impulse. E.g. doing nothing but watching anime for the next few days. Well that was just one of the less stupid decisions that I've made this week. too bad that stupid decisions do come with a price that I'm unwilling but obligated to pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-2651050102943408456?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/2651050102943408456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=2651050102943408456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/2651050102943408456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/2651050102943408456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/04/playing-with-marbles.html' title='playing with marbles'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-8296500998220696651</id><published>2008-04-05T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T17:39:18.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheese fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Yesterday in celebration of the end of one module my whole lawr tg ate at some Pizza Bar. I decided to push my stomach a bit so I ate 6-7 slices of pure melted cheese.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Had a tough tummy ache at home but surprise surprise I didn't get crowned king of the toilet that night! Maybe I can try lasagne next time to push the limit further.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-8296500998220696651?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/8296500998220696651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=8296500998220696651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8296500998220696651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8296500998220696651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/04/cheese-fest.html' title='cheese fest'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-4823801077838078306</id><published>2008-03-23T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T23:58:03.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth or delusion?</title><content type='html'>Is something you believe really the truth? Or is it the truth that you want to believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a there a reason people rather not believe in the alternative? Is the truth really that hard to swallow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why tell yourself a lie? What insecurity are you trying to cover up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you crazy if you think otherwise? Or are you just the only sane person in a crowd of mad people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would telling yourself a lie make you feel better about yourself or the world? Is self-delusion a worthy price to pay to live around a constructed illusion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know if the world you believe in is real? Is thinking out of the box really so painful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-4823801077838078306?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/4823801077838078306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=4823801077838078306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/4823801077838078306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/4823801077838078306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/03/truth-or-delusion.html' title='truth or delusion?'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-4426305024295006175</id><published>2008-03-18T19:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:06:14.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maggot story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Date: unknown...Sometime in December 2005&lt;br/&gt;Venue: 40th Btn Singapore Armoured Regiment Vehicle Shed&lt;br/&gt;Time: Early Afternoon&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Climbed into armoured vehicle&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was dark&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I groped around for an item that I lost&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I touched a plastic bag&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Thinking it was the item I reached into it&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was a box with moving rice grains&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Switch on lights to confirm&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Maggots everywhere&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was surrounded and they were attacking relentlessly&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They got onto my clothes&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I screamed but I was alone&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I scrambled out of the nearest hatch to safety&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-4426305024295006175?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/4426305024295006175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=4426305024295006175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/4426305024295006175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/4426305024295006175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/03/maggot-story.html' title='maggot story'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-2909980444036165629</id><published>2008-03-16T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:48:42.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisted</title><content type='html'>There was this one game I played when I was in some tuition class in primary school. The teacher gave us each a list of 30+ different people complete with their bio data. These people are residents of some peaceful village (but they have racists, anarchists and rapists) which is unfortunately going to be bombed. The sad news is that the bomb shelter can only take 15 people. So the task was to select which 15 people you are going to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed that little assignment. The reason given? I included one more male than females. The teacher said I needed more females than males. As an innocent 9 year old boy I was told that this was so the village could be repopulated faster. Ok maybe I wasn't that innocent because I kind of understood the concept. I asked what the teacher would have included. Here's a brief extract of our dialog (from my memory at least):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: The racist. I'll force her to produce more babies and then maybe kill her to save resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Toss out the mother of 5. She's too old to work or produce any more children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Include the rapist and toss out the little boy. The rapist is old enough to help repopulate the town and we can't afford to wait for a useless little boy to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how often do we get a teacher as cool as that lol. Too bad no one reported him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-2909980444036165629?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/2909980444036165629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=2909980444036165629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/2909980444036165629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/2909980444036165629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/03/twisted.html' title='Twisted'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-345248804810480409</id><published>2008-02-05T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T00:19:38.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>standard blog templates</title><content type='html'>If you take a bit of time off to go blog surfing, you will begin to notice how disturbingly similar most of the personal blogs are. Can't be helped I suppose, there are only a few reasons why people will actually want to take some of their precious time off to blog lol. Here are a few common types of blogs that you may have come across on your long travels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boring Life Story Blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog normally uses the default template and has short descriptive posts about what goes on in the life of _____ . Good if you're feeling sleepy but can't get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello all my name is ______ . Today I bought a cat. It was very nice. It had fur. It had whiskers. It only knows one word: meow. I brought it to school.....................................and I'm going to sleep now...have a good night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busy/Exciting Life Story Blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I wouldn't want to be this person. Maybe you would want to...if you love being drained every day lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhhh help help! Being buried under TONS of work! School/Work is sapping me of my social life! Plus in addition I'm involved in ____, _____, _____, _____...etc Gosh! I need an oxygen tank! (repeat similar post next day)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emo Blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blog user believes that black and white are the only colours worth looking at. Be sure to look out for his new posts if you want a new angle on how to make your live miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The World is unforgiving,&lt;br /&gt;No one understands me.......I'm going to cut myself now but I lost the penknife. Oh the cruelty...will it never end..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mr/Ms Inferiority Complex's Blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this person feels he/she is the most unlucky/useless person on the face of the planet. If you want an ego boost be sure to look out for these blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is every one better than me? Why does everyone have everything and yet I don't? The world isn't fair! Why is everyone more beautiful/smarter/apt at sports/suave/charismatic/capable........(the list is endess) than me! I'm such a disappointment! I can't look at myself in the mirror.....*sob**cries**Wails**Bawls*...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girly Blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good place to visit if you like a mental explosion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HIiIIIIIIIIHIIIII!!!!! (add stars glitter and colours) My name is _ _ _ _ _ _ or you can call me by my nick name T H E  _ _ _ _ _! =) *SMILES HUGS KISSESS* Ohhh here are some of my DARLINGS (add photos of cam whoring girls)!!!!! Did I mention I went SHOPPING today? I got myself NEW CLOTHES NEW SLIPPERS....(add list of endless girl stuff) YAYYYYY! (add more stars glitter and colours). I'm SOOOOO tired! Time to sleeeeeeeppp napppy time! (add more cute fat cartoon graphics)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bitch/Flaming Blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know this person from real life I bet it would only take 10 seconds to guess who person X is (assuming you know person X in real life also). Nice place to find 101 ways on how to backstab/insult someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like OMG he/she (person X) is like SOOOOOO irritating! SE-RI-OUS-LY! he/she should just stare into a mirror! Like WHO can stand him/her omg he/she is like SOOO ANAL! He/She has the fugliest looking clothes/hair/face (or whatever)! Like he/she should stop stealing my friends/boy-friend or girl-friend/ideas (or whatever) already! If I wasn't such a nice person I would have so TOTALLY told him/her off in front of everyone so they will know what a BASTARD/BITCH he/she is (put in evil grin)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Passworded Blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason or another the person posting this blog felt a need to hide his/her blog from the face of the internet. I bet he/she doesn't know that a "passworded blog" practically screams "hack-me" to the bored techno g33ks sitting at home (ATTN: I'm NOT one of them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This Post is for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt; only"&lt;br /&gt;"This Blog is password protected....Please enter PW: _______________"&lt;br /&gt;"This Post is password protected....Please enter PW to view:_________"&lt;br /&gt;"This Blog is marked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Private&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;......etc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-345248804810480409?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/345248804810480409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=345248804810480409' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/345248804810480409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/345248804810480409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/02/standard-blog-templates.html' title='standard blog templates'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-7708273152440602349</id><published>2008-01-31T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:01:13.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic Forumla</title><content type='html'>After speaking with a few "experts" in the field I managed to come up with a magic spell for some desperate guys on how to get a girl in under one hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Magic Spell has only 3 ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Play the Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the learned academics in this field all you need to know is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how to play the guitar&lt;/span&gt;! You do not need to be "santana" standard. You just have to be able to strum a few basic chords! Apparently some of the magic has to be attributed to the guitar also. According to a learned-expert, the mere act of carrying a very cool looking guitar will up your attractiveness by a good 50%. Maybe it's cause when you carry the guitar people automatically assume that you can play the guitar and can play it well lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Look-Decent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really a weird but none of the girls I've spoken too missed out this criteria. Apparently no one will ever love you if you're butt-ugly unless they got eyesight problems or are dead drunk (for then you will love everyone). So if you have a face only a mother can love I would suggest 2 solutions to your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard facial and beauty spas do wonders and can really turn ugly ducklings into beautiful white swans...or so they say. I haven't tried them myself mind you but I did hear a disgusting rumour from my cousin that someone came out with one less kidney after a "therapy" session... If you are really really really desperate then you can spend a bomb like south koreans do on their coming-of-age rituals at the plastic surgeon's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not able to afford a beauty makeover or are not willing to spend that amount of money then the answer is simple: become a monk/priest. The advantage is you'll never have to worry about another woman again. The downside is....let's not go there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sing like Jason Mraz, Jason Wade...etc You get the Idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Dr. KP, Professor S. and various other reliable sources, the mere act of looking into the girl's eyes while serenading her with some song can really melt her heart due to some defect in the average girl's hormonal and nervous system. Best to pick some classic song like: You and I or Collide...easy to sing but sure does the job pretty well. That is assuming of course, you can sing like one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest test to pass of course and we all know that from watching too much American Idol. If you think you meet the mark then please confirm this by buying a microphone from your friendly neighbourhood hardware store man. I'm sure you know from TV how 90% of people walking into the studio thinking they can sing will never beat my aunty's pet parrot in a singing contest. Now you don't want to be in a situation where you have all these babes in front of you and they start making faces and covering their ears (and in the worst case scenario throwing something which is definitely not underwear at you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know you cannot sing or if you think you cannot sing or if you think you can sing but somehow everyone else reassures you otherwise, then be prepared to spend a bomb on vocal lessons or I did hear that self hypnosis works pretty well too. Try singing in the showers to practice or buy a Karaoke set at home to sing during your free time to annoy your neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot meet any one of the above requirements don't worry there is always plan B. Just go and study business/finance/economics and be another filthy stinking rich private/investment banker or businessman or conman. Remember the dog may be a man's best friend but diamonds are a girls'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was damn free so I decided to add another sub-post lol. So anyway I was browsing over the internet after watching this very scary horror movie that my friend Dr. KP recommended me. It's called "Jesus Camp", apparently made by another independent film maker in the US (who also doesn't feel an urge to make any money or is otherwise very free).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like the typical bored average Singaporean G33k I decided to surf the net going to google and searching "Jesus Camp" and I came across the most fantastic find of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok from what I've learnt I have to put up sufficient notice because the item is very very unusual:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING WARNING!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ANTI-CHRISTIAN&lt;/span&gt; WEBSITE! DO NOT VISIT IF YOU ARE CHRISTIAN OR ARE EASY BY OFFENDED BY ANTI-RELIGIOUS SENTIMENTS! THIS WEBSITE WAS NOT CREATED BY ME NOR DO I ENDORSE ITS CONTENTS. READ AT YOUR OWN PERIL!!!!!! I ACCEPT &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NO RESPONSIBILITY&lt;/span&gt; IF YOU DECIDE TO DO SOMETHING DUMB (&lt;/span&gt;suicide bomb, fly airplane into building or post hate-mail&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...etc) AFTER READING THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.godisimaginary.com/"&gt;www.godisimaginary.com&lt;/a&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;------------THIS IS THE WEBSITE! DO NOT CLICK!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ha ha I think that was sufficient notice on my part! So anyway I found another poor soul on the internet who apparently felt very free and decided to dedicate a bit of time to slam some religion. He actually gave 50 reasons why God does not exist and 4 after-you-watch-this-you-will-stop-believing-in-God videos. Obviously this guy is not a Singaporean or he would have said to himself "wtf damn waste time...let's go for some good food" before even considering doing something like this lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This guy has really done some really really intensive research on religion and I mean REALLY intensive. He backs up his submissions with actual quotes from the bible and in one instance a supreme court judge! He writes a damn long article for each of those 50 reasons (definitely NOT CruPac-ed) and I think I saw flow-charts in some of the videos! This guy must have been damn bloody good at GP and I dun think he'd have fared badly at law/political-science/philosophy either! Too bad he wasted his time doing this when he could have gotten straight As at school. HEY maybe he prayed for straight As and when he didn't get what he want he decided to become anti-God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ironically for someone who hates religion that much I bet he has better knowledge of religious texts than the average sunday school teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I for one definitely want to ask him for some research tips lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I learned from this? Time management is very important! How can someone hate religion and yet know so much about it at the same time and also become a potential runner for he-who-gains-the-most-enemies-in-the-shortest-amount-of-time all within 24 hours in one day? HOW? It's impossible! I long suspected that some people do get more than 24 hours per day and this is solid proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-7708273152440602349?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/7708273152440602349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=7708273152440602349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7708273152440602349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7708273152440602349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/01/magic-forumla.html' title='The Magic Forumla'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-273515323051171880</id><published>2008-01-20T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:21:05.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things that own my life since school started</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;LAWR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LAWR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LAWR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LAWR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LAWR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SLEEP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LAWR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LAWR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LAWR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;other school stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Ha ha Ok so I am exaggerating a "little" but really did I mention how much I hate LAWR? For those of you in the dark it is this 4 credit module that feels like freaking 80 credits! Homework on the 1st day of school? GG NO RE&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here's a more accurate list:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;LAWR : still there unfortunately&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep : feeling more sleepy and low on energy than ever since school started&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating: the increased energy demand is taking a toll on my food expenses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing with my Magic Wand : NOT what some of you might think, just a damn cheap way to take away your boredom&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Playing with my lap top: I think I owe it some attention from neglect for over one month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching Cartoons: amazing way to relax&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching Serials: very interesting how their story lines are all the same&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching People: sit in town at one spot for a few hours and you'll get your gossip topic for the month&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to Emo music: in my opinion the only music worth listening to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Other School Stuff: sadly a necessity so yes it does own a part of my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;As you can see it doesn't take a genius to figure out that I have "no-life" but that's what makes life simple...and inexpensive!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-273515323051171880?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/273515323051171880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=273515323051171880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/273515323051171880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/273515323051171880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/01/10-things-that-own-my-life-since-school.html' title='10 things that own my life since school started'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-8914619795623163716</id><published>2008-01-07T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:28:52.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>satisfaction</title><content type='html'>I'm sure many people, including myself, have heard of the belief that everyone is good at something and everyone, even the people who appear to be the most perfect, all have their own shortcomings. Probably this is to console people who feel inadequate and to tell them not to worry, that the world is fair: you can't have everything. And yet there will always be people who seem to have much more than you. Interestingly enough those who seem to have much more than you also might feel the same way about you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno if I mentioned this in my previous post but my dad actually asked my neighbour how he manages to keep his carpet grass so green *hides face* and my suprised neighbour told my dad that he was just about to ask him the same question lol: complete proof that the grass is always greener on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why but the human brain is never satisfied. I keep thinking that I'm in a lousy position but compared to those starving children in Africa, what do I really have to complain about? I have a nice house to live in, loving parents who make sure my life is comfortable, 3 meals a day, money to finance my education. Funny how I can feel thankful at that point about everything I already have but I can never feel satisfied about my life. After all, I am very lucky to have survived so far with a happy family and with no health problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-8914619795623163716?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/8914619795623163716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=8914619795623163716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8914619795623163716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8914619795623163716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2008/01/satisfaction.html' title='satisfaction'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-724227169491894307</id><published>2007-12-29T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T19:57:26.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the most geeky things that I've done this holiday</title><content type='html'>completed oblivion and expansion twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completed final fantasy 12...again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completed a few other assorted PS2 games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hogged the computer for the whole day...doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing world of warcraft...on my friend's account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to my ipod (a.k.a my best friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the bookstore and got myself a book&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-724227169491894307?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/724227169491894307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=724227169491894307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/724227169491894307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/724227169491894307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/12/most-geeky-things-that-ive-done-this.html' title='the most geeky things that I&apos;ve done this holiday'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-8130868725796082986</id><published>2007-12-26T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T13:43:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a cup of tea at ten then another super emo day</title><content type='html'>So I magically woke up by ten today, amazing how the body alarm clock auto sets itself when it knows that you have an important event the next day...like the release of exam results for the 1st semester lol. The grades were really really bad, like those can use to sweep floor kind, and the resulting feeling was of course lousy, predictably. But at least it added a bit "excitement" to my otherwise boring sian holiday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well....back to emo-ing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-8130868725796082986?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/8130868725796082986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=8130868725796082986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8130868725796082986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8130868725796082986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/12/cup-of-tea-at-ten-then-another-super.html' title='a cup of tea at ten then another super emo day'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-5631137473467980738</id><published>2007-12-15T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T22:14:36.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hard to say goodbye</title><content type='html'>I was never exactly that close to her but it still feels very painful. The news that she had left me didn't hit me that hard at first but the thought of never being able to hold her hand and say goodnight, never being able to call her, never being able to eat dinner together with her ever again seems rather sad. But I'm at least happy that she has passed on, that she is now free of the pain and suffering that had plagued her body for the past few years. I hope that she is indeed in a better place now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-5631137473467980738?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/5631137473467980738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=5631137473467980738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/5631137473467980738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/5631137473467980738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/12/hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='hard to say goodbye'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-5094611189966689544</id><published>2007-12-12T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:16:50.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>F***K*** renovation</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to the sound of a drill pounding the wall between my room and the next house which is like approximately 10000000000000db. Ok i'm exaggerating but really it gets really really really irritating when you find it hard to take an afternoon nap, can't listen to your own music at FULL BLAST and can't even hear yourself speak! I can't even open a SINGLE window in my house or risk getting some respiratory disease from all the frigging dust here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the dust and sound is just the tip of the iceberg. The other day the bloody workers decided that my roof was very good for hopping around and guess what?! They completely screwed up my roof with the result of half my backyard being flooded with rainwater not to mention the screw up in the surrounding circuitry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without consulting us they placed their frigging boards and scaffolding to encroach on MY backyard?!!! The workers find it a joy to simply hop back and forth across the wall separating the two houses to place their stuff in my backyard?! WTF?!!! And if that is not enough my dad found out that they decided to build a new roof that extends 8 INCHES into OUR AIRSPACE!!!! Like HELLO?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course being the nice person my mom is she decided that she would have a nice talk with them. But of course that didn't work did it for I don't see anything being done about the problem. So my dad, being the nicer person, took a few hours off from work this morning to wait for the workers to arrive before giving them one of his little pep talks that ended with the usual "I don't fucking care how it's done, fix it" and of course spiced up with a little "that's my FUCKING property you're trespassing on!" Okok so my dad isn't that vulgar but you get the gist of what he said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-5094611189966689544?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/5094611189966689544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=5094611189966689544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/5094611189966689544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/5094611189966689544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/12/fk-renovation.html' title='F***K*** renovation'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-9086815597817921579</id><published>2007-12-05T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:20:16.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams: GG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;two letters GG tell the whole story about my 1st exam in 3 years...progress 1/8 sems. arrrgh does anyone know the secret to be rich and yet do nothing?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-9086815597817921579?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/9086815597817921579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=9086815597817921579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/9086815597817921579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/9086815597817921579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/12/exams-gg.html' title='exams: GG'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-8354104930564032181</id><published>2007-11-24T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:07:57.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lovely past....hopefully nothing to do with my future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;ten indicators of gaming behaviour:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;your name is Xterminator&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you call your computer "darling" or "honey" or "my precious"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you always think your computer/internet is not fast enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;your worst nightmare is having your computer crash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you cried and thought the world was coming to an end when the Taiwan Earthquake cut off your internet connection last year&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you think going out is a waste of time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beer? Music? Orchard Road? What's that?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You recently met your fellow warriors at a clan bonding session and it was a blast!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you're an expert "consultant" on your guild forum where you tell people how to re-spec their characters and where to get rare items&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you tell people to /getlost (slash-get-lost) when they are irritating and /laugh (slash-laugh) when you think something's funny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-8354104930564032181?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/8354104930564032181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=8354104930564032181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8354104930564032181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8354104930564032181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-lovely-pasthopefully-nothing-to-do.html' title='my lovely past....hopefully nothing to do with my future'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-5667468362239194260</id><published>2007-11-08T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:39:36.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored and bo liao</title><content type='html'>Just something I did when I was bored lol wonder if it has any significance anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="testResultInfo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h1&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Your Score&lt;!--/t--&gt;: &lt;span&gt;The Scientist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;h2&gt;You scored 33 Extroversion, 65 Intuition, 41 Emotional,  and 47 Spontaneity!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;b&gt;INTJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independent, innovative, logical and driven by the inner world of ideas and possibilities, the INTJ often appears to others as a quietly self-confident (and sometimes stubborn) critic of the status quo, convinced that reality can be altered, the future reshaped. Wherever there is a need for change in systems, programs, concepts or theories, INTJs will be working behind the scenes to reorganize and revise. This type's focused attention to the personal mission may be inspiring or frankly obsessive, depending on the observer's viewpoint or the success of the enterprise. Introspective and somewhat shy, INTJs place their trust in logical analysis and intuition to guide their thoughts and decisions. More feeling types may find them chilly, and more practical types accuse them of being unrealistic, but INTJs take their cues mostly from those they recognize as intelligent. Often attracted to theoretical, analytical and methodological areas of inquiry, INTJs succeed in a wide variety of fields, from ones heavily dependent on mathematics and science to more philosophical, literary or applied disciplines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relationships&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTJs believe in constant growth in relationships, and strive for independence for themselves and their mates. They are constantly embarking on "fix-up" projects to improve the overall quality of their lives and relationships. They take their commitments seriously, but are open to redefining their vows, if they see something which may prove to be an improvement over the existing understanding. INTJs are not likely to be "touchy-feely" and overly affirming with their mates or children, and may at times be somewhat insensitive to their emotional needs. However, INTJs are in general extremely capable and intelligent individuals who strive to always be their best, and be moving in a positive direction. If they apply these basic goals to their personal relationships, they likely to enjoy happy and healthy interaction with their families and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Strengths&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not threatened by conflict or criticism &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually self-confident &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take their relationships and commitments seriously &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally extremely intelligent and capable &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to leave a relationship which should be ended, although they may dwell on it in their minds for awhile afterwards &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested in "optimizing" their relationships &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good listeners&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=20&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;!--t--&gt;Link: &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/tests/7434274611920007879/Ultra-Ultimate-Personality'&gt;The Ultra Ultimate Personality Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/profile?u=zip_adeedoodah'&gt;zip_adeedoodah&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a  href='http://www.okcupid.com'&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href='http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test'&gt;The Dating Persona Test&lt;!--/t--&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-5667468362239194260?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/5667468362239194260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=5667468362239194260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/5667468362239194260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/5667468362239194260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-something-i-did-when-i-was-bored.html' title='bored and bo liao'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-898363457320123498</id><published>2007-11-02T12:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T12:43:09.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I'm sitting here slogging away for an oral presentation worth 15% of my grade (which I have already seriously screwed up). Then it got me thinking, I'm spending freaking 80% of my time available for work on one thing and seriously, is it worth it? Ok 15% of a single mod hardly justifies sucking up so much if my time but people keep telling me how important this mod is. Like people will actually look at the grade as an important consideration before hiring you. Since I got like 2 C-s I'm and my tutor kinda hinted that she wouldn't give anything lower than a C- unless she seriously feels that you blatantly show that you can't be bothered about the grades.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Since there was no difference in the grades between my first and 2nd assignment (both C-s) even though she noted a significant improvement in the 2nd one, I figured that as long as we showed that we tried our best to put in some effort, maybe even look a little scared during the Oral presentation (just to show how important we regard this to be), she will, at the very least, award us a C- for that. Since I already bagged two C-s in a row...I figured oh what the heck, what difference will another one make?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So in a nutshell:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Facts:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't work at all = F&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put in negligible effort = D-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put in a bit of work = D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put in work and show some effort done even though you're stupid and useless = C-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put in good work and show some effort done = C+/B-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Above average piece of work with effort = B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Outstanding piece of work = A&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Analysis:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now if you know that getting a A is kind of beyond your means, that means that even selling your soul to work will at most get you a B+ (being unduly optimistic of course). If selling your soul means spending 100% of your time on the subject, you will incur a huge amount of opportunity cost. I mean think of all the lovely free time you can spend watching your favourite TV show, sleeping, painting a picture...etc. Sounds good eh? But then again you don't want to get a D cause D = fail and failing is bad. I figured that if you put in 20-30% of your time, you would most probably at the very least get a C- and if you're lucky maybe even a C+/B-! This would leave you a lot of time to pursue the more important things in life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Factoring in the difference in grades between a B and a C, and considering the fact that you would have to sell your soul to work compared to just putting in the bare minimum to get a C, it's quite obvious which one is better.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-898363457320123498?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/898363457320123498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=898363457320123498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/898363457320123498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/898363457320123498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/11/sad-existence.html' title='sad existence'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-1438919226429279263</id><published>2007-10-27T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T14:43:06.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GG no re</title><content type='html'>what does a double C minus for two assignments worth 35% of my final grade spell for me? You've got it: GG NO RE lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why I'm actually slogging for this assignment taking up 60% of my free time when it's only worth like 25% of my final grade for one module but oh well that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so quickly when you're busy like 2 months have passed in almost no time at all, I kinda miss the times when all I did was play WOW and wait for time to pass during the slack post-ORD-waiting-for-Uni period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-1438919226429279263?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/1438919226429279263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=1438919226429279263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/1438919226429279263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/1438919226429279263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/10/gg-no-re.html' title='GG no re'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-6442881260144137129</id><published>2007-10-03T20:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:33:02.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid terms...screwed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;What's done is done but that doesn't prevent me from feeling officially damn screwed up. I totally screwed over my midterms...period. Lame that I actually studied for this test but dunno why but I had some stupid breakdown of brain functions in there combined with lousy time management which caused me to write like 1/2 of what most people wrote in quantity and total crap in quality. It doesn't help also that my handwriting is almost illegible and my writing speed is the slowest. Probably won't be surprised when I find out I'm the lowest in the level...not like I'm not already expecting that. I knew I should have spent the time reading enjoying myself if I knew this was going to happen.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-6442881260144137129?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/6442881260144137129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=6442881260144137129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6442881260144137129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6442881260144137129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/10/mid-termsscrewed-up.html' title='Mid terms...screwed up'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-291186192280749029</id><published>2007-09-28T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T20:57:18.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a series of unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>Day 1: sore throat and muscle aches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: cough + sore throat + muscle aches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Dizziness + sore throat + uncontrollable coughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Blocked nose + sore throat + Wheezing cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today: voice gone + sore throat + a dripping tap for a nose + cough + fever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-291186192280749029?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/291186192280749029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=291186192280749029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/291186192280749029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/291186192280749029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/09/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='a series of unfortunate events'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-8852475661468629349</id><published>2007-09-19T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:15:34.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>running on a half dead AA batt</title><content type='html'>so I got back my assignment and it said to me: how now brown COW MINUS! ho ho last in class! Ok actually it's supposed to be *sob* last in class...okok I was a bit disappointed but oh well life's like that, someone had to be last lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days I feel like a robot just going through the motion of my day to day life...don't suppose the fact that time seems to pass faster is good also. I do nothing physical at school and yet my batteries are drained at the end of the day...need a lot of sleep to recover somemore. lol reminds me of my dad's laptop battery...runs for 20mins max after 4 hours of charging! seriously wonder where some people get their energy level from...might be red bull *shrug* who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only do I have to change my battery...have to upgrade my processor speed and memory also...right now it's all RAM inside. I can't seem to retain anything...anything I read I forget the next day that and the fact that I take 10000x longer than most to finish the same piece of work.&lt;br /&gt;My friendly neighbors decided that their house was too old and dilapidated for their taste and recently got a contractor to tear down and rebuild their house. Like thanks ah...now my wall is shaking...can't open the windows and breathe fresh air anymore. Day time can't sleep can eat can watch tv can do any &lt;strike&gt;fuck&lt;/strike&gt; thing in peace. felt damn screwed up, got forced out of my own house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough bitching...battery low liao...shut down time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-8852475661468629349?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/8852475661468629349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=8852475661468629349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8852475661468629349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8852475661468629349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/09/running-on-half-dead-aa-batt.html' title='running on a half dead AA batt'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-8308044624258606702</id><published>2007-09-01T00:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T00:58:39.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOTness and KNNess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After getting my laptop I have endured a "game-free" laptop for 3 weeks but I have finally given in! It took one boring lecture...oh wait aren't they ALL boring? Ah anyway I couldn't take the drone anymore and inserted my Warcraft 3 Cds and installed everything! Ohh what a sin it was but I must admit it was a very happy moment=) Just like a junkie who hasn't got his last dope for the last 10 years finally sniffing some crack againXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after much trial and error on my laptop (CURSE VISTA) I finally managed to establish a lan connection with a friend! Was playing a sneak preview of WC3 skirmish with him in student adviser session and this is in addition to the fact that she was looking at my computer screen hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CURSE 10%-of-my-grade-assignment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This totally shit ruined my 3 weeks of non-stop slacking! For the first time I had to do work! CURSES! Ohhh they are so smart...they know if they don't grade it 10% of the final grade I might even forget to hand it in! Ok I admit I procastinated until last minute but still doesn't change the fact that this is an evil arrangement by the establishment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit don't get what the stupid passage is saying at all! I pick up the pen and dunno what to write! HELP HELP! I better go pray to the LAWR lords to grant me the power to finish the assignment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-8308044624258606702?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/8308044624258606702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=8308044624258606702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8308044624258606702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8308044624258606702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/08/wootness-and-knness.html' title='WOOTness and KNNess'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-2038301521806793314</id><published>2007-08-16T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T20:02:50.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's In</title><content type='html'>After having my brain decay from lack of use for the last couple of years and loafing around for the past 7 months I've finally started to do something useful with my life for a change. Starting school with your brain rotting was definitely not a good idea; I have no idea 80% of the time what is going on during a lecture or what the words mean when I actually decide to do one of their readings! Ok let's save the lame bitching for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought going to a campus at bukit timah would be super convenient for me but I totally forgot about the fact that the bus that brings me there i.e. 156 is perpetually late (was 1/2 hour late on my first day zzz) or that the bus is so totally packed in the morning that you sometimes have to be the bastard that shoves aside that old man just so you won't be late for that morning lecture (not that I did that of course!) or that the jam is so bad that you can hardly see the road itself. So for a 9am lecture I have to effectively leave the house at 730am just to be on time...curses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The canteen food on campus is passable but really I'm already starting to feel jealous about the new FASS canteen. The food at BTC not only feels expensive, I totally feel no satisfaction after finishing my meal. I really won't mind spending more for lunch if I feel happy and filled-up after eating. One of the things I hate is eating to live, makes me feel like a zombie sometimes for some reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school really needs more spots that are conducive for sleeping, so far I've only found 2 spots that can make it. Don't they realise how important sleeping is for students in between lessons?! I tried going without sleep on one afternoon and I really felt like a robot running on energy-saving mode. I couldn't get past 10 mins without opening my mouth to yawn at least once! I was totally struggling to stay awake during the last lesson of the day. Not to mention that I absolutely couldn't make sense of what I was reading on the lecture slides, my eyes kept "floating" past all the words without actually reading them...nah I think that one is just me all the time LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTC has the most boring library I've been to I can swear to that. Walk in and you see thick books with uniform looking covers and weird titles the kind I only ever saw in a harry potter movie before this. There is not ONE fiction book in this whole library, ok maybe that's too much to ask for. But really the entire library has not one interesting book, entire library filled with law books! Ok so maybe I am expecting too much from a law libraryXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I'm going to survive past the 1st sem=( We would be given this pile of crap to read for next lesson's discussion or something. So at first I diligently take out my text and case books and try to get past one page and it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;"The function of the............*cannot recall what happened*"&lt;br /&gt;Yawn&lt;br /&gt;Lay my head on the table to rest for a while&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew I had my eyes closed and opening them in suprise I found that 1/2hour has already passed in a flash! So I always end up knowing nothing before going into the lecture and it's no suprise that I come out knowing nothing also since I had no idea what is going on in the lecture lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that the people around me are 1. Siao Enthu 2. IQ sibei high. They are constantly probing the profs and the tutors with questions to which I either 1. Don't understand wtf they are saying cause their ang moh too chim for me or 2. Don't understand wtf they are asking cause I don't understand the topic at all! or 3. Tio stun cause the answer requires a much higher level of thought that I'm capable of. I saw this guy sitting next to me in lecture open his laptop and I nearly fell off my chair. He treated each question posed by the tutor online what I thought was merely food for thought as an actually essay question. He wrote an essay for all of the 5 questions that the lecturer posed for us in the readings on his laptop. I even saw him quoting a few famous judges and authors...seriously freaky and this is not considering the fact that I didn't understand 1/2 of the questions sigh. I walk into the study room while scouting for possible sleeping locations and I find freshies packed in the room with their laptops and books open chao mugging furiously...I had to rub my eyes twice to believe what I was seeing. I mean freshies mugging in the study places in higher frequency than the seniors and all on the 1st week of school?!!! I don't know whether to be impressed, worried or freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best presents come from the heart, it's the thought that counts. Using words to describe how I much appreciated it would only do an injustice to how I really felt. I hope I can do more than a mere thank you for that isn't nearly enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-2038301521806793314?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/2038301521806793314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=2038301521806793314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/2038301521806793314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/2038301521806793314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/08/schools-in.html' title='School&apos;s In'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-3347118153720599327</id><published>2007-08-09T18:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:37:58.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bane of all things that have 6 legs and fly</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought I had the most bad karma in the house, my dad just brought back something that knocked me off my throne in just a couple of days! Just in the past few days alone it has killed at least 200 over mosquitoes and other assorted flying bugs and I'm not exaggerating honest! Standing at roughly 30cm tall, costing my dad a hefty 140 bucks it has saved my family from being mosquito food for the past few days. Since we had that lovely cage that glows blue (according to someone that is supposed to make the mosquitoes believe that it is bug-utopia) in our living room I have had not a single mosquito bite not to mention irritating buzzings around your ear as you try to get a peaceful afternoon nap while the little vampires try to have lunch. Now I can finally take my afternoon naps in peace while listening to the music of bugs getting fried which I must say is a most beautiful sound, much better than any song I have in my collection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-3347118153720599327?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/3347118153720599327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=3347118153720599327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/3347118153720599327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/3347118153720599327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/08/bane-of-all-things-that-have-6-legs-and.html' title='bane of all things that have 6 legs and fly'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-4582364748921117733</id><published>2007-08-07T12:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T14:03:10.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Karma</title><content type='html'>Don't think I can keep track of the amount of bad karma I've accumulated in the past, I've done so many evil things lol My friend has this weird theory that whenever u do a bad thing u accumulate points of bad karma with the number of "points" depending on how evil the deed u have done. It's kinda a system where u have to pay back by installment except that you have no control over how much each installment is or when you can pay back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not citing anything religious and my friend is a Christian so this weird theory has nothing to do with that or Hinduism or Buddhism for that matter, just some crazy idea that popped into his head while rotting away our lives in army lol. Not that my friend is crazy, he just has an over active imagination as all kids do. Ha ha hope he's not reading this he'll say I've added another point of bad karma into my already overflowing account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I never paid much attention to that load of crap...or so I thought it was until a few very interesting incidents happened in camp. See he was an "Armour driver" basically the most crappy job you can get where I was posted in the army so I'll call it "shit job". So I was laughing at him all the way, making fun of him every single day, called him pretty nasty nicknames and stuff. It was all in good fun but *sniff* the poor boy did suffer. So one day he couldn't take it anymore and told me that I would start feeling his pain very soon. Naturally I laughed at that idea, oh what a bad mistake that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 months later, my buddy who was one of our "shit job" people miraculously had to downgrade permanently thanks to a sudden injury. No guesses who filled his role as "shit job" man... but the story does not end here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I became "shit job" man another friend of mine started to poke fun at the "shit job" people. Being a good friend I told him of my situation and warned him that if he doesn't stop gathering bad karma his "account" might explode like mine did and it would be very painful. This friend of mine of course paid no heed to my advice and continued to play around with his bad karma: calling us names, laughing at us when he saw us going to do "shit job" stuff...etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it wasn't long when, you guessed it, another one of our "shit job" people had a sudden downgrade from a weird injury. The funny thing was that other person had much more experience with the "shit job" than this friend of mine but the officer took one look at him and said: I like you...I trust you more...I hereby appoint you the new "shit job" man! I really wished I had a video camera then, his expression upon hearing the news was to die for lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this incident I started to believe my friend and his not-so-crazy-anymore-theory. I have not even paid off half of my bad karma yet and I'm still accumulating more everyday albeit in smaller amounts sigh. Just hope the next installment I have to pay back isn't so large and not too soon=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-4582364748921117733?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/4582364748921117733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=4582364748921117733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/4582364748921117733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/4582364748921117733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/08/bad-karma.html' title='Bad Karma'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-8256565611904460513</id><published>2007-08-05T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T17:39:38.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting School...so troublesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;registration&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;small&gt;As a kiasu singaporean my friend and i decided to arrive about half an hour early thinking we could register faster giving us more time to browse the fair and laptops. But haiyo...the guy at the counter simply refused to let us in until the time window for our faculty to register opened despite the hall being almost empty=( Like thanks ah...if he'd just let us in earlier we could have walked out 3 mins later but NOOO we had to stone at a corner for 1/2 hour.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I had absolutely no idea that there were that many freebies being given out during matri fair! If only I had known I would have brought a bigger bag to store them all! Damn sad I didn't stay longer to kop every single thing they had=( ohhh now i sound like a whore for freebies lol&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;price of my new computer: FOC&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;ok so maybe it wasn't exactly FOC but I didn't exactly pay a single cent, not from my own pocket anywayXD my dad for some reason decided to become santa claus yesterday and not only paid everything but also lent me his gosu bargaining powers=) he told me that he was "in the mood" that day and drove me straight down to funan! I can't exactly recall what happened there but the short version is that we ended up in one shop after narrowing down our choices to a few models. After using his method of hypnosis on the salesman my dad managed to get the guy to chop close to 400 bucks discount plus a free mouse a free carrier free upgrades...etc. A good deal thanks to my amazing dad but still cannot beat the school prices which i must say are ridiculously cheap for reasons which might not be good.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-8256565611904460513?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/8256565611904460513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=8256565611904460513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8256565611904460513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8256565611904460513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/08/starting-schoolso-troublesome.html' title='Starting School...so troublesome'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-6683853765978824065</id><published>2007-07-24T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:30:20.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few interesting facts from Japan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Branded Goods are Free there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm serious everyone there carries LV Cartier Dior Gucci like it's free or at least the girls do. On average u spot at least one LV or Gucci every minute in the subway. And it's not like they are insanely rich or the LV there is cheaper nor do they believe in carrying fake goods. Apparently all their branded stuff is real genuine expensive shit. Stuff like burberry is considered casual wear mind you. I saw this woman using her burberry bag for groceries and 5 year old kids wearing burberry too amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ginza, where they all go to shop for their branded shit, my sister and I walked past this entire building dedicated to Coach and saw the store PACKED literally with people streaming in and out constantly. Those coming out were not going empty handed also they had shopping bags with at least a coach bag in each of them. I wonder if there is a sign that says: BUY ONE GET ONE FREE or ALL ITEMS 100% off! that only Japs can read. All their branded stores are the ones that are packed stores that sell chicken duck brands are regarded as 2nd class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear the people there spend all their money on branded goods and to think that if you are spotted carrying a Gucci in Singapore, the first thing people would ask you is: from China or Thailand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People in Tokyo are always Late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyone there walks at twice the speed of the average Singaporean as if they were constantly late. It was a mad rush for us every day at the subway with people who were perpetually late for something. Half of them were actually running ROFL and if you're wondering it wasn't a weekday. Some of them were only presumably going to hang out with friends and still they run and brisk walk like time is against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering initially why I don't see any fat people in Japan but that kinda solved my question. If you participate in a daily walk-a-jog-a-ton everyday going to the office and on the weekends, who needs to exercise to keep slim and fit? Seriously all the young people there have good bods there, only very rarely did I see one fat girl. If the people here would just run/brisk walk everyday while on the move we would have much fewer fat people. So to those of you who think you're too fat (like me) you know what to do lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People there love their job...alot&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not one one sales person on the job who is idle at the store unlike Singapore where it is extremely common to walk on a salesgirl doing her nails while rotting at the cash register. The people working at the retail outlets there are either entertaining customers, constantly screaming weird jap comments other than the usual greets u get from entering the store or if there are no customers they would be arranging the racks folding the clothes...etc If the store is in order they would then take out a rag and start wiping the windows the shelves...etc If the store is clean they would take stock do some accounting...etc I swear I have yet to find more enthusiastic sales personnel here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promoters on the streets not only hand out brochures with a lot of junk with them, they also scream vocal advertisements constantly. After I wondered if they were paid 10x more than the promoters in Spore I started wondering how come they never seem to get sore throats even though they scream constantly for hours on end. My goodness I bet they make excellent choir members lol unless of course their company pays for some magic anti-sore throat tonic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you give them a lot of trouble at the store, ie asking them to take out many different stores from the storeroom or throw the stuff u just tried on the shelf without folding it or asking a lot of stupid questions, their only joy seem to be just the pleasure of serving you. They all thank you as enthusiastically as they greeted you when u first entered the store. It was really a bit freaky at first. Back here if you don't buy anything some will give you a black face and really none will greet you when you exit the store even if you buy something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder how they churn out workers to behave like that but I bet every boss in spore is dying for that secret lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;People there are sluts for cleaniness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone there lives for the word "clean". In hotels and shopping centers, people who spot litter on the floor would bend to pick it up regardless of whether they are working there or just guests there. I've spotted more than a few people doing this and one even picked up a piece of thread which I hadn't seen prior to her actually picking it up lol. Amazing culture, in spore our main concern is that we do not trip over pieces of trash on the floor. If the place gets too dirty the first question would be: eh where's the cleaner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people there actually clear the trays and dishes from the tables at the food court automatically and leave them at designated spots and some even deliver them personally to the food store themselves! All as if they were trained from the army nay better than army training cause if aren't most guys in spore trained from army? But then again you will never ever in a hundred years catch a spore guy doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most amazing thing of all, they actually put their own trash in their pocket until they reach somewhere with a trash bin, which are pretty few there compared to here. After they finish with a piece of tissue while most people here would prefer to drop it on the ground when they are sure no cops are looking, the people there would put it in their own pocket...dunno if that's actually disgusting or not. They even carry portable ash trays for the guys who smoke and to think most people here have no qualms about flicking their cigarette ash on the ground as long as it's not noticeable. I saw this guy even put used staple bullets into his pocket! In Japan if you spot an empty drink can on the floor it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insanely Cheap and Insanely Expensive Prices&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese sells some of their items insanely expensive and I'm not referring to the branded shit most of them wear. I saw some melons in Hokkaido that were priced roughly at S$100+ each. They were roughly about the same size as the melons we get back at home. When asked why it was so insanely expensive the sales girl said something about it being organic, tree being fed some special shit...etc The melon tasted damn sweet and succulent that's for sure but really a 100 bucks for a chunk of water and fiber that would be consumed in less than an hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, there are some goods that are insanely cheap. Their off season clothes for example. Good thing for me that the off season stuff in Japan happens to be in season in Spore. A pair of addidas shoes (those white based 3 stripes kind) were going for like 2000+ yen only roughly 20+ bucks here! Too bad they didn't have my size or I would have grabbed it immediately *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case Japan was really fun but I'm left with little more than a few memories and pictures of the place. Sigh so broke now=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-6683853765978824065?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/6683853765978824065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=6683853765978824065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6683853765978824065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6683853765978824065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/07/few-interesting-facts-from-japan.html' title='A few interesting facts from Japan'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-3349882339864495979</id><published>2007-07-14T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T17:23:22.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Alrighty folks I'll be in Japan until the 23rd so I'll be MIA for quite a while. I'll still be contactable in Japan on my cell thanks to the wonders of my new 3G sim card. Just don't spam me with SMS or prank calls, not that I don't welcome the company just that I don't think my wallet can take the shock lol&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If anyone absolutely needs a new bed-time toy to relieve stress just drop me a message and I'll see if I can come up with something=)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh crap I realised I'm going to be pigging out on Jap food for almost 2 weeks without exercise!!! Ahhh...someone save my already fat waistline=( I just measured my body fat percentage using some sophisticated piece of machinery and apparently I'm 21% fat...?!!!! @$#%#@^%)#^@!!!!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-3349882339864495979?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/3349882339864495979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=3349882339864495979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/3349882339864495979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/3349882339864495979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-holiday.html' title='On Holiday'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-1291857860131983120</id><published>2007-07-07T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T10:40:04.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Holes in My Wallet!</title><content type='html'>This is madness but I've had another shopping trip within 3 days! I know my poor wallet must be screaming now=( Ahhh but the satisfaction of getting some good new stuff was more than worth it. I have to thank my shopaholic friend for dragging my lazy butt out of my house LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how tiring shopping can be until today sigh. My poor legs were actually aching from all the walking up and down, must be getting really unfit. Either that or I'm growing old already=( Anyway it was a good trip for me I got a few shirts that I needed. My poor friend wasn't so lucky, she ended the day without buying anything. Everytime she saw something she wanted they didn't have her size or if she found something good it was too expensive LOL Also good for her la, liddat she save more money! The successful shopping trips really burn holes in my wallet and if this goes on I might have to scavenge for food at the lunch table in school&gt;.&lt;  &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at timbre yesterday eating a pure carb dinner consisting of beer + french fries while burning more of my precious money at the same time. Great, there goes my effort towards losing weight down the drain, can feel my belly growing bigger each time I take another mouthful of beer. I could even feel the chair sagging more with every fry I pop in my mouth. Fantastic I'm actually paying money to destroy my body and gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "fantastic navigation skills" failed me once more. I almost got the group lost on the way to timbre from the MRT station. At least this gives me excuse not to be the one holding the map on any overseas trip. I can really scare people just by quoting my track record. I mean would you trust a person that can get lost in the Botanical Gardens to lead the way? ROFL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I think I'm just blur la...I couldn't even find the person to enquire about our booking, my friend had to point out "the person with the clipboard" to me. Sigh loserly moment number 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-1291857860131983120?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/1291857860131983120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=1291857860131983120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/1291857860131983120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/1291857860131983120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/07/more-holes-in-my-wallet.html' title='More Holes in My Wallet!'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-7628133668438541055</id><published>2007-07-02T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:15:50.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Proper Shopping Session since JC woot</title><content type='html'>Lol ok for those of you who are wondering if my wardrobe really hasn't changed for a very long time, you're absolutely right! The last time I went shopping proper was during my JC days and my wardrobe literally hasn't changed since then aside from one or two shirts and pants I bought cause of necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did try to shop on Saturday night but it ended in disaster thanks to the crazed insane shopaholics flooding almost every store from Taka to Far East. In one store I estimated I would have to que for 20mins just to get to use the changing rooms and another 30mins just to get to the cashier to pay for my stuff assuming I wanted the item. This is not considering the fact that it was already hard to browse for the stuff I wanted with the dozens of people sucking up precious oxygen in the room. Arrrgh I should have known better than to try shopping on the last day of 5% GST. I should have expected all the suckers for sales and last min shopping to chiong all on one day=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nvm I had a super successful shopping spree today, it's so shiok with only 2/3 other people in the store with you. I did not have to wait at all to use the changing rooms or to pay or to browse through the items. Sigh spent quite alot today but it was not satisfying enough haha. Not nearly enough to fill this super huge shopping list that I have in my head! I'm so going down to town on another day to spam again=) Arrrgh must control my expenses, I'm already low on the dough!!! Might have to take up a few tuition kids to cheat them of their money to make sure that I can enjoy life throughout uni hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-7628133668438541055?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/7628133668438541055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=7628133668438541055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7628133668438541055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7628133668438541055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/07/1st-proper-shopping-session-since-jc.html' title='1st Proper Shopping Session since JC woot'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-719184704622892184</id><published>2007-06-30T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T23:11:15.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers &amp; Walas</title><content type='html'>Seriously I will never believe another movie review I read in the papers again. The Straits Times awarded this movie a pathetic 2/2.5 stars and I half-expected this movie to be another over hyped-up lame flick like F4&amp;the silver surfer. Luckily for me it turned out to be quite good well that plus the fact that my friend managed to secure 5 dollar tix for us on a weekend made it even better=) But haiyo, Optimus Prime's vehicle was this super BENG truck that reminded me of the hot-wheels models I used to play with. And why they made bumble-bee this sporty Chevy?!!! I wanted to see the cute little beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to comment on the fact that the good guys in this movie (the robots) are pretty dumb compared to their evil counterparts. I mean they have the ability to choose to become any vehicle they want and most of the good guys choose cute little sports cars or a trailer for crying out loud, not to mention their lame names like bumble-bee or jazz lol The evil guys have cooler names like MEGATRON, BONECRUSHER...etc plus they are smarter and turn into more useful vehicles like tanks, fighter planes, helicopters...etc. Sometimes I really wonder if the reason the good side prevailed was just pure dumb luck. I mean the good guys wont even stomp on a few humans just to save their comrade and always get so philosophical and stuff. The evil guys just go in full guns blazing with only their one main objective in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it's a pretty damn good movie if you don't mind the occasional gungho American war music and draggy battle scenes that are always present in American war flicks. I'll give it personally about 4 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that public transport from my place to Holland V. is super inconvenient so being the lazy ass that I am I took a direct bus to school and stole a ride from my friend lol It's so good to have friends that drive=D LOL I sound like a slut for cars. Anyway I arrived there like 1 hour early (they were still having rag practice) so I did something super bo liao: I went for a walk in the botanical gardens. It was a really dumb thing to do cause I walked a bit too far in and got lost. Ahhh so loserly. Well, I was always hopeless at navigation and by the time I found my way back to school I was sweating all over and the drinks auntie asked me if I went jogging lol (the route back to school was like SUPER DIRECT, another testament to my lack of brain activity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at wala wala for a mini OG outing and luckily the turn out was quite good=) The first band that played was like incredibly pro, actually got me addicted to my Eagles' CD. At first glance I thought they were like some side attraction cause they were only 3 guys with guitars but when I started to hear them practicing their harmony my jaw was already half open and it WAS open by the time they finished their first song. They almost inspired me to dig out my dad's old guitar to start learning ahhhh sooo gooooood. If I "photoshopped" the band's faces to make them super yandao I bet I would have to prepare lotsa tissues to clean up the mile long drool that the girls would be providing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was too bad EIC wasn't there to perform, but luckily the band that was playing instead was not bad. I stayed longer than some of the others mainly cause got 2 other seniors living near me to share cab with me muahahahaha. It was a good night, haven't had that much relaxation in a while but it was not too healthy for my wallet, drinks are too expensive, not that I should complain I got 1/2 pint worth of free beer woot courtesy of a friend who dared not touch more for fear of getting drunk=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found something new and interesting to do while I'm stoning at home but I'm not telling anyone yet hah!  and for all those you who are thinking on those lines: NO it's NOT PORNO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-719184704622892184?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/719184704622892184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=719184704622892184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/719184704622892184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/719184704622892184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/06/transformers-walas.html' title='Transformers &amp; Walas'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-7062098816749846042</id><published>2007-06-27T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:29:43.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Growing Dumb</title><content type='html'>Ok today the most stupid thing I did was wearing a white Quicksilver shirt while helping to paint stuff black for use as props. Well, I was too sure my skills of avoiding unpleasant stains in army were still good but urgh I was so wrong. On a lighter note my shirt is priceless now since it looks more artistic than any of the shirts I own and I bet u can't grab it off the shelf from any old store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh I've been trying to take my friend's advice and get a hobby and not sleep and laze around the whole day. Well I've been trying a few things but either I get bored of them too fast or I'm just not good at them. Must be gaming, destroyed part of my brain I swear. Well at least I've gotten rid of that obstacle for now, I'VE QUIT GAMING!!!! (let's hope it lasts this time) Now I have to figure out what to do with my $500+ graphics card that I installed just for my passions back then. Shit, more money down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I must really take more of those OMEGA-3, ginko and all those other brain food stuff. Maybe eat more fish or something lol. My brain is incredibly rusty from 2+ years of army-no-reading-only-gaming life. I swear it takes me one whole day just to get a name right and I sometimes forget what I'm saying in mid-sentence. Shit, hope I'm not experiencing premature degeneration or anything. I actually have problems constructing complete sentences now....nah that one's from gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My complexion is freaking deteriorating!!!! HELP HELP will I never be rid of these EVIL ZITS and be pockmarked for life?!!!! Damn the barber screwed up my hair again but at least it was not as bad as last time. Still she wasted my damn time growing my hair back over two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encountered something really scary today: my primary 4 cousin is using MSN and talks like I do (online at least). He reads books I read at secondary 3-4. He's studying cell biology and uses CHIMonology like "mitochondria". He does all his older brother's math problems with ease when his older bro doesn't have a single clue and on top of that does math olympiad problems for kicks. This ain't no kid this guy's a living computer! Seriously back then when I was his age all I cared about was the next episode of the Power Rangers and when I was going to Toys'R'us to buy the next action figures. Lol then again that's why I turned out to be spastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-7062098816749846042?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/7062098816749846042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=7062098816749846042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7062098816749846042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7062098816749846042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/06/on-growing-dumb.html' title='On Growing Dumb'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-6537521625875896869</id><published>2007-06-24T20:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T23:34:46.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-social</title><content type='html'>Signs that I'm anti-social:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My i pod is my new best friend&lt;br /&gt;2. I have engaging conversations with myself&lt;br /&gt;3. My favourite pastimes include reading and gaming&lt;br /&gt;4. I answer no more than two syllables if I can help it&lt;br /&gt;5. I feel uncomfortable around large groups of people&lt;br /&gt;6. I tend to keep silent and shut out the rest of the world&lt;br /&gt;7. I shy away from venturing outside my home for anything other than necessary reasons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I got to know from orientation camp are jioing me to join the faculty rag. I've got nothing to do but I'm feeling anti-social sigh. Anyway I guess I might pop by to look see, can't commit anyway cause I'm off on a holiday for a week in Japan soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've complied a list of things I needed to get done this holiday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. shop for new clothes --- very important the last time I bought stuff was before ns&lt;br /&gt;2. get washboard abs and a hot bod --- a nice dream but not possible&lt;br /&gt;3. rethink my life ---- very important I currently have no direction&lt;br /&gt;4. prep for school --- I still have no idea what to expect but I'm lazy anyway lol&lt;br /&gt;5. meet up with old and new friends --- I'm wide open and hoping to make that happen&lt;br /&gt;6. enjoy life to the max --- last chance to do it&lt;br /&gt;7. QUIT GAMING&lt;br /&gt;8. get a decent hobby --- my life is currently meaningless and empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I did try to revive a super super super old pastime from primary school, if you could call it a pastime even since I didn't particularly enjoy it. Well got inspiration from a double diploma piano girl and this self taught musician guy I got to know from orientation camp. I opened my piano for the first time in err...donkey years not counting the time I last tried half a chopin piece(failed miserably). So I played two bars of some lame song and err...closed the piano. Well it was worth a try, beats gaming anyway. Ah well, back to Spongebob squarepants and South Park lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed myself today and lo and behold I lost super alot of weight since the last time I measured my weight which was like 3 weeks ago. I was almost touching 69kg but I'm pleased to announce that I've dropped to 67.1 woot! GO GO DIETING! I hope to reach 65 by the time school starts=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-6537521625875896869?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/6537521625875896869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=6537521625875896869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6537521625875896869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6537521625875896869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/06/anti-social.html' title='Anti-social'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-6150128058482637767</id><published>2007-06-24T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T00:35:37.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Lawcamp '07</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the nus law camp 07 but first let me account for what I've done for the past few weeks since I stopped work. Basically I bought a new computer game called oblivion: elder scrolls 4 plus its expansion and finished it all in two weeks LOL. Oh I am such the game addict sigh, deep sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway law camp was really really fun. I only went initially cause my friend jioed me to go with him but I ended up having lots of fun, much more than what I expected. The people in law all super happening lol, I almost feel boring there. Well, it's good that I have some fun before school starts and the work starts pouring in. Crap I'm half dreading school starting actually...shit I'm too lazy. Oh and one of my OGLS was a girl who decided to go OCS for fun for one year and quit just before she commissioned to avoid signing on for good, interesting but it would have been the last thing I would have done. We got more sleep than expected during the camp so we were pretty much refreshed for all 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I fall asleep anywhere nowadays. I've reached the state where I can fall asleep standing up in an MRT. I missed my stop once cause I slept while standing up...argh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with a few of my army friends after the camp and it's funny how although we hate the army then and now the topics from NS never bore us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all from a tired me for now, no more energy to type fingers so tired liaoz=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-6150128058482637767?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/6150128058482637767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=6150128058482637767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6150128058482637767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6150128058482637767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-lawcamp-07.html' title='Back from Lawcamp &apos;07'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-7910577249449392443</id><published>2007-05-30T22:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:32:54.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AXED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Sigh, sadly my boss finally got sick of my loafing away in front of the computer and decided to drop the axe on me all of a sudden yesterday. Anyway I'm officially a jobless bum now roaming the streets and my refrigerator wondering what to do everyday with my life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Well on the other hand it's not all bad luck at that. I have been sitting on a "ticking time bomb" at work for some time now. Well basically I messed up the stores and records so badly that well good luck to the next person who needs information from that section. So it's a blessing in disguise I suppose that I slacked to the last day and left all the rubbish to some other unlucky guy *evil laugh*&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I actually left a note to my boss and colleagues telling them about the farewell "gift" I left them. I actually saw my boss started reading it almost immediately after the other temps and I officially said our goodbyes at the end of today. Her shocked expression told me more than enough and I grabbed my bag and literally hauled my ass out of the door before she got a chance to turn around LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;It's free to do what I want from now on although I must really save now that my source of income is gone. Oh well there goes my planned shopping spree for the GSS. Only two more weeks left till my first 5 day orientation camp and another month after that would be my trip to Hokkaido. Maybe I should start giving tuition or something...but nah I'll probably end up slapping the kid.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-7910577249449392443?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/7910577249449392443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=7910577249449392443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7910577249449392443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7910577249449392443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/05/axed.html' title='AXED'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-6035894778512344095</id><published>2007-05-28T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:06:15.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POC 3 and Jap Holiday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;POC 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I watched it on Saturday with Shaun, Sherm and my sis. It was long and draggy and certainly shouldn't be 3 hours long. Some of the scenes were incredibly lame especially when Chow Yun Fatt did his: WELCOME TO SINGAPORE speech. The plot was too complex and it did take us a very long time to understand wtf was going on. I mean it's like A---&amp;gt;B----&amp;gt;C---&amp;gt;A then suddenly the answer was D all along...eek seriously a brain teaser. The final part of the story was even lamer and so predictable. Well at least the ending was more enjoyable than the rest of the movie. The final verdict? It has the most effects, drama and is the longest of the 3. Watch it if you really want to complete the trilogy or rent it on DVD when it comes out for amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holiday in Japan, all expenses paid for !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant surprise from my mom when I came back from work one day lol I just found her reading this brochure on Hokkaido and she asked me: Your father is thinking of a holiday, how about Hokkaido? I basically went: OHHH YEAHHH!!!! Hopefully my sister won't be bored to death there lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry for the short blog post lol but I'm too lazy to type anymore...will update more tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-6035894778512344095?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/6035894778512344095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=6035894778512344095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6035894778512344095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6035894778512344095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/05/poc-3-and-jap-holiday.html' title='POC 3 and Jap Holiday!'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-3037404067724360229</id><published>2007-05-25T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T15:10:51.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Musings</title><content type='html'>...&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yawn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at work again, bored almost to death, chao kenging on all the tasks that are given to me taking my own &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; sweet time to do a something that can be completed in 1 hour; it's been 4 hours and I'm still doing the same thing *evil laugh*. As usual I'm indulging in a few of my favourite office past times such as wiki-ing, friendster, email just to name a few. My boss has apparently grown bored of her sad attempts to vent her frustration at me, so life is pretty peaceful for me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68kg...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially weighed myself the other day and to my horror I'm now 68kg. I was 58kg at the end of my BMT, then became 64kg in my 2nd year of army and now after a few months of my eat-shit-sleep routine I'm 68kg...heavier than I've ever been... Staring at myself in the mirror I can really see the tummy and the fats bulging from my increasing waistline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listing out possible causes of this sad state:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 months after I finished my last exercise in camp I had a new schedule which comprised of 4 things: eat-shit-drink-sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Until January I had only 5 things that I did while at home: eat-shit-drink-sleep-world of warcraft. Well mainly World of Warcraft since that took up about 16 hours of my time per day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After I found work the kind auntie from the canteen was nice enough to push her trolley right outside my office door 2 times a day leading to a huge change in my eating habits. Now I had breakfast, tea break (bee hoon/sandwitch/springrolls and teh-si), lunch, tea break 2 (cakes, brownies, sesame buns and teh si), dinner, supper every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am lazy...lol 3 words paint the whole picture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;computer spoilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it's very sad but my motherboard, my soundcard and my graphics card all gave way at once. Now I'm reduced to having to beg my sister for one min at her computer to check something on the internet. Crap I just completed GDI missions for C&amp;C3 when it crashed on me. Curses, now I must waste time just to do those missions again. Being deprived of a computer does wonders to a person who is terribly dependent on it. I'm sleeping at 2330-0000 every night for now and I'm actually reading newspapers and books lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;School starting soon &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown used to the easy going no worries life after ORD and now really dread going back to school. Damn...so many things to take care off...probably a thousand forms to fill up and stuff. I keep hearing stuff about how fun orientation camps are and that I should sign up for more than one but most of the camps I see demand a 40-50 buck fee just for joining them. I could easily buy like a most scrumptious meal with that amount. knn...I think I'll just skip it all together and commit social suicide LOL Most of the people you meet at orientation become just "hi-bye" friends anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I need to upgrade my wardrobe which I haven't touched since my JC days for school according to many people but I'm too lazy and don't really trust my taste in clothing nowadays. I need someone who can drag me out to shop and give me fashion advice at the same time lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-3037404067724360229?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/3037404067724360229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=3037404067724360229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/3037404067724360229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/3037404067724360229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/05/random-musings.html' title='Random Musings'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-7199111750648327886</id><published>2007-05-11T15:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T12:08:14.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>big big BIG suprise</title><content type='html'>Apparently I told huacheng at the spur of the moment that I would join Cantab if Shaun decided to join. I was &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;so&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sure that singing in choir was the last thing on his mind was even willing to bet money on that if I had the chance. But alas! I could not have been more wrong! Until now I still don't know how Jiahui did it but I must say he must be really really good to convince shaun to join. ARrrrgh must know his secret! lol Hope I still can sing, it's been 2.5 years since I opened my mouth to sing properly and 40 SAR made me 1/2 tone deaf=x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who haven't watch Spiderman 3 yet, it's a very nice show but watch it on a weekday when it's only worth $6.50 cause nice as it is I'm sure it isn't worth the 9.50 I paid for my ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Movie: Pirates of the Carribean 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-7199111750648327886?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/7199111750648327886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=7199111750648327886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7199111750648327886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7199111750648327886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/05/big-big-big-suprise.html' title='big big BIG suprise'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-3721512470926723148</id><published>2007-04-18T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:28:33.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>problems with authority</title><content type='html'>I'm enduring scores of "bullet holes" everyday at work mostly by the same person who suddenly turned from sane to demented in the short span of a fortnight. I'm sitting in my corner doing my own work and I'm assaulted for no reason at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;warning: bitching ahead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would give me one piece of work and inform me of an &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;OBVIOUSLY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;strike&gt;fucking&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt; unreasonable deadline. When I inform her that it is not possible for me to finish within such a time limit she would say it's cause I'm too slow. Ok...so maybe I'm too slow for her. There was like only &lt;b&gt;one &lt;/b&gt;error in my assignment today and she made it look like I was doing a super sloppy job. I mean like if she really wants data and statistics to be compiled that fast with absolutely no mistakes then she should really go hire more robots made from the same factory as her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Boss: you spent the whole time I gave you only completed this?!!!&lt;br /&gt;ME: yeah it's proving much more difficult than I expected&lt;br /&gt;Boss: You are obviously not putting enough effort&lt;br /&gt;ME: perhaps if I had more money I might turn myself into a cyborg and perhaps I might meet ur expectations&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only paid like 6/hr and even then they have to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;fucking &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;make noise when I turn up for one day not dressed like a corporate zombie. It's not as if my duties include front desk work. I have to dive into the storeroom and shift stuff pretty often and I'm really sick and tired of sweating in a shirt. I'm just surprised that these people don't even know when to bend a small rule like this one especially one that makes no practical sense. I mean who actually sees me? I'm not exactly sitting in any of their meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they are afraid that somebody might see me wearing my company security pass in "sloppy" attire and automatically assume that the company I work for is very sloppy. And OMG what if they pass tell their baseless suspicions to their friends who would carry on this malicious rumor?!!! That would be disastrous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: eh who say you can wear that?&lt;br /&gt;ME: everyone is wearing it&lt;br /&gt;Boss: who is this "everyone"?&lt;br /&gt;ME: Look around you that that's everyone&lt;br /&gt;Boss: were u not briefed that that attire is forbidden here?&lt;br /&gt;ME: no&lt;br /&gt;Boss: well I'm telling you now that you cannot wear this!&lt;br /&gt;ME: Sorry man I've got not enough money from this to buy proper clothes&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering how come this department I was working in has one of the highest rate of resignations in the whole company when i first came here. No wonder they've had to increase their pay recently, I can't imagine who would be willing to stay here doing "donkey" work and being treated like a robot for &lt;$1.4k a month (as a perm staff). In the short span of the 2.5 months I was there I have seen 3 resignations already, shocking...at first. Talk about paying peanuts and asking to wash the whole elephant in world record time. &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;END OF BITCHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Anyway I've decided that it's only a temp job and it's not worth 6/hr to suffer. If I'm really unhappy about the current situation it would cost me too much time and too much effort to rectify the problem, certainly not worth for a temp job only paying me 6/hr. I should really "jump ship" and that's what I'll be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="poweredbyperformancing"&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://scribefire.com/"&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-3721512470926723148?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/3721512470926723148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=3721512470926723148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/3721512470926723148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/3721512470926723148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/04/laugh-anyone.html' title='problems with authority'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-4131750868119425105</id><published>2007-04-16T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:58:42.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Jump Ship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Oh man I've been waking up with weird stomach cramps every morning. Hope it's not my time of the month or anything...heh ok that sounded wrong. I think I should really try those traditional Chinese remedies my mom suggested even though they all taste wrong (apparently some people think that if it tastes nasty it must be some sort of panacea).&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ok so far for the past 2.5 months I have been paid $6/hr to slack my ass off at work. The pay is pathetic for an Admin job I know but I seriously didn't mind it considering the fact that 70% of the time I'm learning something new on the all knowing Wikipedia. If it wasn't for that fact I would have quit long ago. I mean what kind of temp admin job insists that I dress like a coporate robot everyday while paying me only $6/hr?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Too bad recently things have taken a twist and the boss is starting to believe that I am very free (half-true). When that happened I became the new fig 11 (largest target board used by the SAF in live firings). So in a nut shell the captain just set fire to my cabin and the water I'm given is not nearly enough to put out the flames. Solution: time to swim to the nearby island and wave for a nearby ship to stowaway on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-4131750868119425105?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/4131750868119425105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=4131750868119425105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/4131750868119425105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/4131750868119425105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/04/time-to-jump-ship.html' title='Time to Jump Ship'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-8918327486888700002</id><published>2007-04-04T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:43:29.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T WATCH PATHFINDER</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I totally wasted my $6.50 today on some movie which in my honest opinion shouldn't even be screened in the cinema in the first place. I thought Eragon was the most crap of crap movies I've ever watched but after today I changed my mind. Pathfinder is the worst movie I've ever seen so far. In fact I actually fell asleep during the "exciting" scenes which basically tells you how good the action was. NO plot, LAME storyline, NO names (really no names, the protagonist was called ghost), &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;Ugly cast . . . oh what more could you ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to do some NUS medical checkup today, apparently they wanted to make sure I'm fit and healthy before they allow me to enter lol. The best thing was they didn't even check my IC for all they know I could be someone else who is helping my friend do this medical examination cause he got STDs and dunno what other diseases. ARRRGHHH the weighing machine told me that I gained 6kg since I ORD....how in the world is that &lt;strike&gt;fucking&lt;/strike&gt; possible?!!! Must be that period of 4 months since my last army exercise when all I did was play WOW eat and sleep. sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-8918327486888700002?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/8918327486888700002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=8918327486888700002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8918327486888700002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8918327486888700002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/04/dont-watch-pathfinder.html' title='DON&apos;T WATCH PATHFINDER'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-7498837299725597739</id><published>2007-03-28T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T17:54:55.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really really bored</title><content type='html'>Repeating the same mundane tasks everyday at work is really starting to make me dread dragging my feet to work everyday. Well considering the fact that all I ever do at work is read newspaper, listen to my mp3s and surf random articles on wikipedia I should actually be grateful. Recently my life has gotten no more interesting although much more healthy physically and mentally than 2 months ago when I was trapped in the alternate dimension known only to the outside world as the World of Warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The side effects of being a free man are starting to manifest visibly giving me more insulation from air conditioning at work. Not that I'm particularly proud of my sudden change in physique but I guess I've don't really have any particular incentive to be a spartan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing particularly interesting to do nowadays, neither any form of games nor any kind of hobby seem to appeal to me. Sad. Heard some pro pianist play that day and decided to start try playing some piano after dunno how many donkey years. It started with about 10 bars and it ended with a big sigh and me closing the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, time to sleep...again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-7498837299725597739?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/7498837299725597739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=7498837299725597739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7498837299725597739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/7498837299725597739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/03/really-really-bored.html' title='Really really bored'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-8438543248354425888</id><published>2007-03-18T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:20:17.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I was attempting to do a slow jog at macritche reservoir happily minding my own business when this fat ugly ang mo (ok not that ugly) bumped into me. I tried to apologise even when it was so OBVIOUSLY his fault. All he did in return was chide me and ask me to open my eyes and look where I'm going.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Me: well, Fuck you asshole&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ang Mo: Fuck off loser&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Ang mo proceeds to continue his run&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Me (Screaming into the jungle): MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;-end of story-&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-8438543248354425888?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/8438543248354425888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=8438543248354425888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8438543248354425888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8438543248354425888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/03/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-2268466789174690186</id><published>2007-03-03T14:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T14:38:06.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congrats sis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;small&gt;Well done to my sister for getting good grades at A levels. Life is boring, nothing to blog about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-2268466789174690186?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/2268466789174690186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=2268466789174690186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/2268466789174690186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/2268466789174690186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/03/congrats-sis.html' title='Congrats sis'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-3072154987271780603</id><published>2007-02-25T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T01:04:36.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie: Ghost Rider</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I caught the movie ghost rider with an old friend today. It was to be honest, not bad at all haha but barely worth the 9.50 I paid for the ticket. Ok so it had a lame storyline but that's to be expected from a film based on a Marvel comic series. It was entertaining in it's own lame and cliched way not to mention that the special effects were not bad. Too bad we only get to see the burning skeleton in a leather jacket and a ride with looks to kill for about last half of the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;those who don't wish to know more about the movie without watching it yourselves please skip the next part &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;spoilers ahead!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;/hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoilers:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there is actually not much to spoil since it is so predictable. The whole of the first half was about this kid (the hero) in love with some girl (the love of his life that every hero needs). The girl's dad thinks that the life in that whatever-it's-called town is not good enough for her and decides to send her to some distant town so far away that the two (hero + lover) will never see each other ever again! *shocked gasp* Naturally he is devastated but renews hope for both of them when he tells her to pack meet him at some spot after which they would hop on his bike to escape and live a life of freedom. (apparently you can guarantee a lovely future that way, no money and no planning required)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heads home and discovers that his dad has to his shock &lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;cancer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt; so he now doesn't know what to do. Leave his dad and let him die alone or run away with the love of his life who can apparently give him everything his heart desires. To mull things over he did what any kid would do: he went to polish his bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as he was wondering which option to choose some old guy (the devil) appears and offers him a chance at a 3rd option: sign my contract and basically I own your &lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;&lt;b&gt;soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and your dad gets better. So being the rational guy that he is our hero sells his soul to help his dad get better. The next day his dad gets better and then dies hours later from some weird accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devastated our hero hops onto his bike and pursues his life of freedom minus the love of his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward years later he is a man with a weird attitude, fetish for monkeys and a serious sweet tooth. He is apparently a famous stunt biker who seems to be immune to death. Blah Blah Blah ...suddenly he finds himself having to face the love of his life who suddenly reappears out of thin air as a reporter now. All at once he realises that he still loves her deep in his heart and asks her out on a date to which he never turns up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night of the date the devil shows up and demands that he helps him to catch his son (with looks to kill) who has gone AWOL from hell and is currently on a march to steal some all powerful piece of paper which would enable him to conquer the world. Against his will our hero is taken by his own bike which has a life of its own at super sonic speed (literally) to wherever the devil's son and his gang of delinquents are causing trouble. When he arrives there he undergoes some form of new age human combustion and turns into some skeleton that is constantly consumed by flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the film involves him kicking demon ass and saving the world. The devil's son manages to discover his secret (love of his life) and decides to use her against him (as I have seen in 1001 different movies). Right before the hero gains the upper hand the devil's son manages to cast some evil spell from this all powerful piece of paper that he manages to obtain from the hero (who used it has his bargaining chip). The bad guy turns 1000 times more bad and kicks the hero's ass pretty badly until the hero unleashes an all powerful level 99 limit break (reference to final fantasy) and kicks his ass once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil shows up and offers to take back the his power and give him back his life. But now that the love of his life has seen what he can do and ABSOLUTELY ADORES his new macho look, the hero REFUSES what that evil bastard has to offer and ends the show with the usual kiss from the love of his life and a new hope at life blah blah blah.&lt;hr&gt;&lt;/hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost rider's favourite line: Your Soul has been tainted with the blood of the innocent....FEEL THEIR PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Rating: 6.5/10 watch it if you are bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-3072154987271780603?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/3072154987271780603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=3072154987271780603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/3072154987271780603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/3072154987271780603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/02/movie-ghost-rider.html' title='Movie: Ghost Rider'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-5388195744172330950</id><published>2007-02-22T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:50:39.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day back at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;It's the 2nd day at work and still so many people are on leave until Monday. Work momentum is slowly returning to normal but for now it is still very slow. I had like twenty minutes worth of work at the start of the day until lunch. Of course I spent the rest of my time doing something more productiv&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;e &lt;font color='#ffffff'&gt;like surfing the net&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#ffffff'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;. I think I might have yawned too loudly at one point cause my boss threw a bit of extra slave work for me. Anyway work was boring and the euphoria left over from the Chinese new year celebrations made me a bit "drunk" and I kept crapping about lame stuff. Sigh, and still no ang paos from the married ladies at work I think it's time i approached them with mandarin oranges or something to drop the hint.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;This is bad I'm SUPER addicted to caffeine to the point that I cannot start the morning properly without a cup of tea or coffee at least. Luckily for me the tea at my workplace is only 30cents per cup which is way budget. And I spend enough on lunch already without counting in these evil tea breaks. (can you imagine the horror had the coffee been from Starbucks?!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Everyday I spend on average on food = 1(tea break) + 2.5(lunch) + 30cents(tea break) = 3.8 bucks!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Factor in the whole week and I would have spent 3.8 x 5 = 19 bucks&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;On average in a month I would have spent = 19 x 4 = 76 bucks on food at work only! sigh I would need to work about 12 hours and 40 mins just to earn back what I have spent on food at work. Makes me realise how expensive Singapore is or rather what a measly amount I'm earning.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;More Ang Pao Collecting&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I went to another family friend's house today to collect more ang pao. Sadly I only collected 14 bucks. Seems like the richest &lt;strike&gt;mofos&lt;/strike&gt; there refuse to give me and my sister any ang paos and I seem to have collected my share from the rest of them. Sad but at least the food was good I almost thought it was catered (home cooked by the maid if u ever believe it). The food was overflowing out of the containers they were in and very soon I was completely stuffed (there goes this morning's worth of exercise).&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;It was really boring since there was no one there of my age save for this guy who was entering NS in April. I kind of almost fell asleep had it not been for my sister who kept me entertained. Her phone kept ringing and apparently some body had decided not to turn up for work at the cafe she works at. Working at an FnB outlet is like doing perpetual guard duty except u get paid for it. If someone does not turn up someone else have to be his/her replacement. My sister apparently is something like a PS and she was juggling calls to and from different people trying to get them to respond and to get the joker to tell her the reason for ditching work. (seems it was something about a lousy schedule. God if this was army guard duty instead it would be an immediate charge)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sigh life is boring now...time to spice it up&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-5388195744172330950?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/5388195744172330950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=5388195744172330950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/5388195744172330950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/5388195744172330950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/02/2nd-day-back-at-work.html' title='2nd day back at work'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-6009791319614130159</id><published>2007-02-21T01:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T01:11:01.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Early Morning&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Well not so early la, maybe about 945...no make it 1000 I finally rose from bed and then I remembered I had an appointment at ChuaChuKang area at 1030. I called to inform him that I would be late. (damn paiseh, was reminding him the night before not to be late but hey, I did call before hand hah!) I was super blur and ended up at the wrong station, must be my early morning disorientation.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Arrived at his house quite late (forgot what time) and only managed to catch a glimpse of his lovely music and drama collection. His mum was so nice, offered me drinks (or rather told him to get me one haha) immediately after I entered the house and served us loads of tibbits. Tried to teach me how to use photoshop but i was couldn't understand anything sigh. I ate a few of his &lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;2nd Best?!!!&lt;/font&gt; delicious pineapple tarts and tibbits and before I knew it I finished the entire plate his mom provided me with! (Oh no! FATS!) Anyway after I only managed to stay for an hour plus before we left for my place.&lt;font color='#000000'&gt; &lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;not before collecting my ang pao haha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Planned to stay at my house for only half an hour at most but my dad offered us beer and a can plus a mountain of nut shells later we went up to my &lt;font color='#ffffff'&gt;sister's &lt;font color='#000000'&gt;room to listen to some songs and chill out. Before we knew it, it was already 3pm and he had to go (he had an appointment at 3pm...someplace quite far away). As for me being the gaming addict that I innately am, I took out my ps2 from hibernation and played some new games I've recently acquired. &lt;font color='#c0c0c0'&gt;courtesy of shaun&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Another Rich Man's house&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I visited another rich man today, well richer than the last one in my opinion since he's an important person in our country, although his house was less impressive than the last rich man's house I visited. Anyway one thing bad about visiting some rich man's house is that you always feel out of place although this guy's house felt very warm. Oh well I guess since I've always visited his family for the past 20 years I am quite acquainted with them. Anyway there wasn't much to do at that place unless you count the karaoke which was not for me. I left quite early &lt;u&gt;but not before collecting my $$$&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shermaine's Birthday&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I met Shermaine for her "birthday dinner" at 6pm. Shermaine looks super different now, amazing how hairstyle make up contacts and some different dressing can change a person's outlook so much. Only 4 people out of our clique turned up the rest had something on last minute so we had to cancel our reservation at the restaurant we were planning to dine at. We went to pasta house instead and ate some simple "semi-fast food" quality pasta. Shangzhi went back early to do some school work and Raph Sherm and I walked around for a bit and did some exploring.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Did quite alot of catching up with them and we talked about the usual things we should: the future, careers...etc. I realised I needed a stronger sense of direction about my future. I kind of regretted not bothering to study for SATs applying to overseas universities, studying up more on career options or reading up on scholarships. Now I guess I'm stuck with this crappy course for a crappy place.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Arrrgh I'm too tired to blog anymore...maybe some other day ha ha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-6009791319614130159?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/6009791319614130159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=6009791319614130159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6009791319614130159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/6009791319614130159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year-3.html' title='Chinese New Year 3'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-8325680130747452717</id><published>2007-02-20T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T09:01:35.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back to Grandma's House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;There's really nothing much that I did today, was pretty quiet for the second day of the new year. I went back to my grandma's house for some ancient Chinese ritual again. Supposed to usher in the new year officially by having some lunch together (so reunion dinner or the visiting on the first day was not enough). Sadly all my relatives already gave me ang paos so I had no more money from this re-visit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Rich Man&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Fell asleep for a while as my parents drove us to the next destination. I opened my eyes to find a &lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strike&gt;motherfucking&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; huge palace staring at me. The last time I saw this family they were living in some dilapidated apartment. Guess they must have found a money tree or well some place.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Walked into their main hall which was twice the size of my main hall and dinning room combined to find a (OMG!) grand piano sitting there complete with special platform and red carpeting. I was shown through the bedrooms (big enough to do &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;ballroom dancing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt; in) to the jamming room to find a Steinburg piano a drum-set and a few electric guitars (oh just a &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;little&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; hobby my husband has). The house only lacked the swimming pool to complete it's "palace" look. With enough space in your house to add walk in closets, movie rooms and bathrooms complete with tubs and still big enough to do line dancing in, what more can one ask for.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;I was shown into their dinning room which was to my great surprise normal sized. However the feeling of being back on Earth ended when the host made us coffee from his coffee machine (just put in a sack of magic powder press a button and you can have a fully customized coffee ready for you in less than 2 minutes) and took out a bottle of wine from his "wine cellar".&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Felt really out of place in there when I sat down at the table with all those &lt;strike&gt;filthy&lt;/strike&gt; rich people. I had absolutely nothing in common to talk about seeing as I hardly knew any of them. I had to put on my "mediacorp actor" face the whole time and smile and laugh at the right ques. It would have been absolutely boring had it not been for two ladies with the words "I am a rich stuck-up bitch" written on their faces, had some amusement watching their behavior haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dinner&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Had dinner at my aunt's place where she made some kinda buffet with penang laksa (rotting curry) complete with Otar, stingrays and satays. Caught sight of a couple of disturbing scenes at the dinner:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My 10 year old cousin is reading a book which is of secondary 2 standard at least. Note to self: he's a gifted kid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My 11 year old cousin is studying cellular structure (biology) complete with the words endoplasmic reticulum and Vacuole and the like. I swear I never heard of those terms until I was learning O level biology. If that's what they have to learn for PSLE nowadays, thank God I was born when I was.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An 15 year old kid and his 17 year old sis were &lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;mugging&lt;/font&gt; at the dinner away from the main crowd. I walked into the house to get some drinks and saw them with notes out and highlighters and pencils and everything. I suppose they must come from a hardworking family. &lt;u&gt;Even&lt;/u&gt; I did not mug at Chinese new year. That is just so wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My 8 year old female cousin is performing moves similar to pole dancing and tickling people's toes. Calling my older cousin a horse and jumping on him plus perpetually kissing my shoulder makes me very disturbed indeed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Anyway my aunt invited some weird people over indeed. There was this ang mo woman who signed on in the US army and left recently 4 years ago and she was mentioning how she knows how we suffer in NS.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;There was even the transport minister (think he's called Raymond Lim) over at her place. Quite a nice person to talk to although I really wanted to say: OMFG GET UR &lt;font color='#cccccc'&gt;FUCKING &lt;font color='#000000'&gt;ERP and transport costs down PLEASE! Wonder why it never came out of my mouth for the half an hour I was talking to him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Went home a sad person...totally no ang pao profits today. I must reap more tomorrow during the visits or I might not be able to afford the stuff I want badly this new year. Maybe if I thick skin a bit (wish the same person happy new year a few times until he gives me his ang pao) or if I sweet talk a bit they might give me a bigger ang pao.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-8325680130747452717?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/8325680130747452717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=8325680130747452717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8325680130747452717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8325680130747452717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year-2.html' title='Chinese New Year 2'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-8737499516995109365</id><published>2007-02-19T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:59:34.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Sigh CNYs these few years have become quite boring and the number of houses that my family visits grow less and less. Apparently many old friends and cousins just fell out of touch. Not to mention the fact that tradition in many families is dying out. My family just had their first CNY with no real reunion dinner. I think a pseudo-reunion with only the 3 other people that I see everyday isn't really counted.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Well let me recount what I did for CNY even though it's a little fuzzy (one of the downsides of not having the discipline to post regularly):&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eve&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Helped my family set up the "red-table" (through encouragement) which is used by most taoist families to usher in the new year. Some thing about inviting the God of Fortune into your house. Sad that my sis and I most probably won't be continuing this tradition when we move out. There is just too much trouble involved. Have to buy like 1001 and things just to do that simple ritual. Funny how I thought that was like &lt;i&gt;the most &lt;/i&gt;fun event of year as a kid.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;Went to 2 or 3 temples to pray for good health etc. Saw this guy park on double yellow lines in front of a traffic police mobile squad and I saw him get chased out again...what a loser.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;After the "red-table" ritual I tried to keep up the Chinese tradition of staying up through out the night of the eve so that your parents can supposedly live longer. But sad to say I'm not the nocturnal animal and I went to bed at 3 a.m.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;1st Day&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I woke up at like 11 plus today and got to a nearby temple to eat some veggie food (Buddhists are supposed to eat veggie all the time but apparently most people can't get enough of the meats of life and modified that rule to only include the 1st day of Chinese new year). Then I went to my Grandma's house to do some major money collection (or so I hoped). Met my cousins and had small talk...the usual boring nonsense. Things started to get exciting on when this Briton started to complain that we were making too much noise on a Sunday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;He accused my primary school cousins of playing with "firecrackers" and that they were illegal. The &lt;strike&gt;Mofo&lt;/strike&gt; ang mo even took a picture of them playing with "firecrackers" (bomb bags) and called the police. Oh well I'm not complaining it did make things more interesting. Anyway my Aunt wished the police happy Chinese new year and that was it. Poor police have to do this nonsense saigang. Ended the day with a good meal at a veggie restaurant owned by a nun. Oh well that's all for the boring first day of the new year.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;powered by &lt;a href='http://performancing.com/firefox'&gt;performancing firefox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-8737499516995109365?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/8737499516995109365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=8737499516995109365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8737499516995109365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8737499516995109365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year-2nd-day.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3623813417863623977.post-8081384830652381905</id><published>2007-02-18T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T22:12:45.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from beyond</title><content type='html'>It's really been a long time since I was part of the online blogging community. After I saw a few blogs recently I got inspired to get myself a new blog. Oh the old one is still around and I recently unlocked and thawed it for anyone who wishes to review any of my past bitching. Anyway I don't see myself making regular posts so don't expect everyday updates on my life ha ha. Until I get more to say that's all for now folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rats I've got a huge list to do now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a new freaking look for this blog (too lazy to do that now)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get more posts up other than this pathetic looking paragraph&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And some things not related to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need a brand new wardrobe...that means SHOPPING SHOPPING SHOPPING&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need a new MP3 player...maybe an Ipod...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to upgrade my computer...it's too bare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to start a vigorous exercise regime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need to do something to make me more beautiful...maybe a facial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need a new watch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need a new belt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need a new pair of sunglasses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need a new pair of swim attire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Need a life-sized doll (joking joking...i hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3623813417863623977-8081384830652381905?l=knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/feeds/8081384830652381905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3623813417863623977&amp;postID=8081384830652381905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8081384830652381905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3623813417863623977/posts/default/8081384830652381905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knnbccbdllm.blogspot.com/2007/02/back-from-beyond.html' title='back from beyond'/><author><name>hsbounty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07227058598438075387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/38/75/42485783/666742692l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
