<?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-15442195</id><updated>2011-09-21T21:05:12.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mangekyou no Namida</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-6674673132179957537</id><published>2010-06-09T04:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T04:51:13.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory with love</title><content type='html'>Popo, you moved on 5th June 2010 to visit your husband after a long 24 years. Since day 1 I was born, I have been immersed in your teaching. Maybe that is why you instructed me to pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please allow me to first thank you for the years of love you have showered onto all of us. Quote Celine Dion's Because You Love Me. "I'm everything I am, because you love me." And the way you love is that you can love us all, unconditionally, without a single tinge of expectation. By all of us, I meant the 31 of us from 3 generations and our friends inclusive. It led me to think, how can I love with such a magnitude..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to dedicate this to the family. For a few days already, I have been feeling sleepy. I now know that she made me rest so I could write this. Somehow from Day 1, I felt Popo tell me she has unfinished business. I only felt her at peace when I told her I will spread what she wanted to say. I will try my best to teach her teachings to all her future generations. And Hainanese too =) I know I am probably in no position to do this, but a promise to her, I will still try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 1: Communication. Think for them and doors will be open.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many coincidental things happen during this period. I think it is a way of Popo sending messages to all of us based on our characters. I think even upon death, she has her way of communicating to all her children and grandchildren. I think everyone understands this now, and she hopes that all of us will try us best to communicate our love to one another, the rest will flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 2: Care for each other. Enjoy the spirit of giving.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, after the promise, I really took the initiative to stop crying and start caring. I started to see Popo in everyone. Then I told Didi (Jere) 'Let's go buy Fried Yam for Popo' &amp;amp; I coaxed Aunt Esther along too. We drove out to buy from her favorite stall. There, Didi bought lunch too, as the fried rice had egg. And Aunt Esther added 'Aga Aga' for Popo's dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the stall, although I came with the intention to buy only a few pieces, I was suddenly ordering non-stop, adding and adding. [Back of my head I was thinking, the food might be a lil too heaty since everyone had not slept.] But I couldn't stop ordering. On my way back, as I was turning into the carpark, and a quick safety check into the mirror.... as my eyes looked up and left the mirror I went !!!! She was there sitting in the back seat. WITH US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There and then I realised, what she was trying to let me know. If you truely care for one another from the bottom of your heart, nice things will appear one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, so many of us bought food. All had leftovers. But the Fried Fritters..... they were gone just like in a space of 20mins. Everyone had their share of the food I thought was too heaty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 3: Love each and everyone of us. For her blood flows in our veins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Interestingly as I typed Lesson 3's heading. I scratched my ear and blood stained my fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4, I was lying on the floor of Popo's living room. I had fell asleep before. Then I woke up, eyes still closed. I thought, ' Popo... Ah Bee is lying here, if you want you could sayang me...' Then at the same moment I completed my sentence in my thoughts, I felt 2 pokes on my arm. I opened my eyes quickly, I saw Cousin Sis Emily. It strucked me. She really is 'sayang-ing' me, through her 'blood'. She asked me to prepare some stuff for the ritual at night. So from this, she wants to let us know her blood flows through all of us. Please love all of us like you love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson 4: Patience &amp;amp; Appreciation. Look not at imperfection, but smile upon their grace with love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She personifies it. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These simple lessons are easily obtained at a small scale. But to achieve it at her level, I think she wants to tell us this needs practice. Through these 5 days, she made us practise it through her own way. It's her wish for this whole united family to move as one. To share the love as one. I think that is why united as one, we got to see the most beautiful sight of a passage to the heavens lit by fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I wanna say I love you all.... because in loving you all, we seek our chance to love Popo for her Kindness....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-6674673132179957537?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/6674673132179957537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=6674673132179957537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/6674673132179957537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/6674673132179957537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html#6674673132179957537' title='In memory with love'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-8218788908650178894</id><published>2010-04-21T14:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:12:44.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Godzilla theory</title><content type='html'>The big fish eats the small fish. The Small fish eats plankton. You can never see a small animal at the top of the food chain.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be the top you need to be BIG. How to grow is the next question..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-8218788908650178894?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/8218788908650178894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=8218788908650178894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/8218788908650178894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/8218788908650178894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html#8218788908650178894' title='Godzilla theory'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-6204748653802778187</id><published>2010-02-18T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:20:25.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPID HDB! What's the point of replying me.......</title><content type='html'>I love it how she crapped everything from the website and tells me to refer to it again at the end... WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Hi Alisa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your informative mail which I can easily get from the HDB website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)       Why is your email started with number 2? Is this a standard mail you send out to the countless of legitimate Singaporeans who are applying for a flat?&lt;br /&gt;2)       I applied for every chance there is since I decided to get married and help play my part to ameliorate the aging situation in Singapore. Every application is SGD 10… How many more SGD10 does HDB expects me to pay before I can get a flat?&lt;br /&gt;3)        HDB should easily have access to demand statistics. Given the 4 to 1, 5 to 1 ratio of application, can’t HDB look into releasing more projects at a time? Of course I stopped applying for more projects… yet another S$10 to contribute to incompetency.&lt;br /&gt;4)       And I don’t need you to tell me about the appointment…. I don’t need to tell you how many available units you have, you should know. And you should know my queue no. as well. So what is the point of saying “Whether you will be able to select a unit will depend on the availability of the flat and ethnic quota when your turn is due. Details of the flat selection appointment will be sent to you via a separate letter.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we might consider resale if Dawson’s queue no. is just as bad. Thank you for letting me know my options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gong Xi Fa Cai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Meiyi Alisa YU [mailto:ay14@hdb.gov.sg]&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Thursday, 18 February 2010 4:47 PM&lt;br /&gt;To: Hong En Heng&lt;br /&gt;Subject: APPLICATION TO BUY A FLAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSING &amp;amp; DEVELOPMENT BOARD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Ref : Our Ref : 400-2010002841&lt;br /&gt;Date : 18 Feb 2010&lt;br /&gt;TEL : 64903662&lt;br /&gt;FAX : 64903777&lt;br /&gt;EMAIL : &lt;a href="mailto:hdbsales@hdb.gov.sg"&gt;hdbsales@hdb.gov.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Heng Hong En&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr Heng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;APPLICATION TO BUY A FLAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We refer to your email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 You have applied to buy a flat from HDB five times. Of the five flat applications, three were to buy a new flat under the Build-To-Order (BTO) system in the non-mature estates. The rest of the applications were for other sales exercises, including the Dec 2009 BTO exercise to buy a flat in a mature estate at Dawson. As such flats are limited in supply and very high in demand, the chances of securing a flat are very slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Your chances of getting a new flat will be much better if you continue to participate in BTO exercises in the non-mature estates, which is HDB’s main supply of new flats. HDB has just launched two projects, ie Punggol Crest (Punggol) and Treegrove@Woodlands under the Feb 2010 BTO exercise. If you are interested in the flats offered, you may send in an application online via our InfoWEB at www.hdb.gov.sg before the closing date of 24 Feb 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Your selection appointment for a 4-room flat in Punggol under the Nov 2009 BTO exercise is scheduled on 28 Mar 2010 at 11:30am. Whether you will be able to select a unit will depend on the availability of the flat and ethnic quota when your turn is due. Details of the flat selection appointment will be sent to you via a separate letter. You will be informed of the ballot result for your flat application under the Dec 2009 BTO exercise at Dawson (Queenstown) by end Feb 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 If you need a flat urgently, you may consider buying a resale flat from the open market. As you and your fiancee are first-timers, you may also apply for the CPF Housing Grant and the Additional CPF Housing Grant Scheme in your purchase of the resale flat, if you meet the respective eligibility conditions. You can refer to our HDB InfoWEB at www.hdb.gov.sg for more information on these two schemes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely&lt;br /&gt;MISS YU MEIYI ALISA&lt;br /&gt;CUSTOMER SERVICE MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;for HEAD (SALES OPERATIONS)&lt;br /&gt;ESTATE ADMIN &amp;amp; PROPERTY DEPT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-6204748653802778187?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/6204748653802778187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=6204748653802778187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/6204748653802778187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/6204748653802778187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#6204748653802778187' title='STUPID HDB! What&apos;s the point of replying me.......'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-3249995429435143775</id><published>2010-02-04T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T14:51:27.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEAT Eczema!</title><content type='html'>Got this online and decided to try. And I am ALREADY Dyiiiinnngggg from it. HElp HeLP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple Diet Detox program o.O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG 5 hours into a pure apple diet.... and I am running low on energy... thinking of my chicken rice, my char tou kuay, chicken chop, pork chop, etc etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43 more hours to go........  43 LONG hours save me pls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-3249995429435143775?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/3249995429435143775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=3249995429435143775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/3249995429435143775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/3249995429435143775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2010_02_01_archive.html#3249995429435143775' title='BEAT Eczema!'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-7315451015656958534</id><published>2010-01-26T10:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T10:10:06.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work</title><content type='html'>I can't tell you how much I hate working right now.&lt;br /&gt;I can't also tell you how important it is for me to stay working.&lt;br /&gt;Even more so, I can't fully express how it feels like to have no choice and do something you don't enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I appreciate Fang's presence and support, and as much as I appreciate what she has done for us......&lt;br /&gt;Mar.C I need you to be alive and running soon. Liberate me.... from the chains of bull-lock carts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-7315451015656958534?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/7315451015656958534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=7315451015656958534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/7315451015656958534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/7315451015656958534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#7315451015656958534' title='Work Work'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-7692407663166629688</id><published>2010-01-14T11:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T13:25:06.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey....</title><content type='html'>It's really quite fun... planning a wedding. Knowing that wedding is a stage to bring your relationship up one level is one thing, experiencing it yourself is another. We're a team baby! A TEAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's better than me at sourcing quotes. I'm doing out the budget and timeline.. so fun. It's like a business, only thing is that monetary wise, we don't expect profits. Our revenue will be our union! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wedding Bans&lt;br /&gt;2) PhotoShoot&lt;br /&gt;3) Air tix + accom&lt;br /&gt;4) Banquet&lt;br /&gt;5) ROM JP and stuff&lt;br /&gt;6) Bridal Car&lt;br /&gt;7) Make-up artiste&lt;br /&gt;8) Hair&lt;br /&gt;9) Flowers&lt;br /&gt;10) Photographer&lt;br /&gt;11) Videographer&lt;br /&gt;12) Invitation cards&lt;br /&gt;13) AD Gown n suit&lt;br /&gt;14) Brothers &amp;amp; sister's Ang Pow&lt;br /&gt;15) Wine for dinner&lt;br /&gt;16) Gifts for Guo Da Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if we missed any thing.... ON ROUTE!!!! MARCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-7692407663166629688?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/7692407663166629688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=7692407663166629688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/7692407663166629688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/7692407663166629688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#7692407663166629688' title='Journey....'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-4940002852713226253</id><published>2010-01-06T00:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:46:42.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wedding.... so far</title><content type='html'>I know it's abit slow to update. But i shall try to keep abreast from now on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when we decided to marry each other. After all the troubles, all the conflicts, and every thing, some how we are still so in love with each other. Mistakes, quarrels all seems like a process now. And the marriage a milestone to our sweet future. Love you baby. I am really loving the way you are loving me. Always better as the day passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day after that decision..., we walked past a taiwanese bridal shop road show. Then there and then we signed the package. And came a whole series of events that blew me breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie I know my order is screwed. But who cares, I mean its a little memory between Fang and I. And it's special this way =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the search for a "auspicious" date... Oh my.. 2010 doesn't have many as it is the year of the Tiger. So most hotels are fully booked on the good weekends. In fact ALL weekends, be it good or bad. Baby took every effort in digging for hotels. I am sorry I did not help MUCH, but really appreciate what she had done. Finally Sheraton.... phew one left. Not that we have a choice. Besides it's a good hotel..... so here we go! Date... done! Photo shoot.... Done! erm.. i am still missing the proposal........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in me, it is a personal principle that it is a must. Regardless where it is done, how it is done, etc. I must do it. It's a form of my love and respect for my precious dear. I did not tell her though. 1 month down, after placing the deposit for the hotel, she finally could not curb her doubts... "Dear, you ARE going to propose to me right??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong En's thought: "shit. can u just keep your thoughts to yourself for once...."&lt;br /&gt;Hong En's voice: "Yarrrrrr.... of coz i am. duh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hong En's thought again.. "shit now she will be EXPECTING it. shit shit fuck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw I was like thinking of nice nice plans.... Wait. Before that, ring plan! That one is easy, so briefly, just go for wedding bands testing. And get the ring size! =) Since my order is wrong in the first place. Worked to my benefit. Okie now..... nice nice plans......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plan 1 --&gt; Failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I decided... Since baby's first virgin flight on the plane was with me.. and she always wanted to take planes here and there. I decided that I would get her a ring...&lt;br /&gt;On the flight, I would pretend to go to the toilet and go ask the stewardess for permission to push the trolley thingy.....Then push it to her and ask her if she want a drink and would she marry me? Like in the plane......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Question: the only plane that we will be on next..... is the plane to Taiwan for our photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;I told it to my FCT colleagues during Xmas pot luck lunch and they laughed their asses off....&lt;br /&gt;"Wahahaha she will be all strapped in with the seatbelt and cant say no"&lt;br /&gt;"wahahaha plane.... wahahha plane.... whahaha plane..."&lt;br /&gt;"what if turbulence... whahaha"&lt;br /&gt;"wahahahah on the way to wedding shoot... nononono of course u have to do it before that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm okie i got the point. ABORT! Since she was like expecting it.... I told her my plane plan! heh heh. (trick: flood her with information and throw her off course so there will at least be an element of surprise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I aborted. I appreciated their laughter man... It was really not a good time for proposal. would have made my order of events WORSE. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plan 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Dec 2009&lt;br /&gt;We went to Plaza Sing for a movie and stopped by SK, she tried and tried and really liked this ring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Dec 2009&lt;br /&gt;I decided that 31 Dec 2009 will be the DAY! last day of 2009 and on to 2010. Besides, I know what ring she liked! Plus we are going clubbing that night with Shannon and Stephen for countdown, so we will be dressed to kill and take pictures hahaha. But club.. i doubt is appropiate. Although i did contemplated to go up to the DJ and borrow the mike immediately after the countdown.... but nah. (luckily i didn't.... GBK and qiuyan was there... zzzz so paiseh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i created a lil voucher for her...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S0NwS80v3hI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wM4GpxtA5Gc/s1600-h/voucher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S0NwS80v3hI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wM4GpxtA5Gc/s320/voucher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423301847151533586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hohoho I planned to bring her to Jewel box.... And after a meal... get the waiter to slip this in after i Paid the bill , with the change. Heee hee&lt;br /&gt;Showed it to colleagues. Then EW suggested that, wouldnt you want to capture her expression?&lt;br /&gt;Then something else came to mind.... hmm flowers. Where shall I hide it. I need to bring it to the cafe first. Think think think.... that evening, she went to meet up with Sher, so I fast fast chop chop went to PS to get the ring secretly and came back office to hide the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 Dec 09&lt;br /&gt;She woke up 5 mins later... and we had to take cab.... AND GOD DAMN! i lost my phone on cab! wa kao! how lucky. SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;There I was, thinking that maybe I should get her best buddy to ambush at Jewel Box to capture the moments and maybe spend the joy with her in the end. BUT I LOST MY PHONE!!! AAAHHH damn no mood. Msg her buddy in FB... urgent! I needed your number. Jewel Box seems to have reallllyyy bad reviews... so I thought why not the restaurant at Keppel Bay. Called.... shit they only had Set... no ala carte. and 80% of the course she don't eat!&lt;br /&gt;Then by mid day i decided.. nah.. too rush. ABORT AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then that evening... asked her to log on my cafe world to cook.... Before we went clubbing... There she saw the msg... SHIT * DA BIAN = ONE BIG POOL OF SHIT! worse thing is that she thought i was doing something funny and trying to flirt with her friend. WA KAOz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I "Jiang Ji Jiu Ji (4J)".... I told her the plan AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;"Damn sian lor... everytime like that. OKIE I was supposedly planning to propose to you at Jewel Box. Then I .... Keppel Bay....called...." "Dont believe you can call Keppel Bay and ask if they are serving set"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I saw on FB, her status "I spoil my own surprise again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahah Woots! I am on course! (Lol I am smiling now when I am typing this again... hahaha she is so so cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plan 3!!!! YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I kept telling her... I bought your ring long ago... so your SK ring came too late ... sorry baby.&lt;br /&gt;It's a 298 ring with a HUGE sapphire with some rubies and emerald thingy on a GOLD ring lor... Cool right? Value for money with GOLD and so many rocks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"huh.... but i like my SK ring leh.... =( "&lt;br /&gt;"har.... but i thought you will be okie with non-diamonds leh... dont worry la baby.. trust me. you will love it de"&lt;br /&gt;"orh.. okie ba... I will love what you buy for me. " (slight disappointment in her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Jan 09&lt;br /&gt;Went BBQ for Ivan Stanley's Bday, so home late... slept till late the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Jan09&lt;br /&gt;11am: woke up. Suddenly woke up with the thought.. TODAY IS THE DAY. Confirm! Remember that we saw Vanessa's picture and both decided that we want to visit Rider's Cafe someday. Checked online for the number. Cool they are open till 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;No restaurants! Something nearer to nature with horses!!! That will be interestingly not so Singapore in terms of ambience...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12noon.. why is she still slping away.....................&lt;br /&gt;1pm I woke her up... "hey you wake up and wash up! I need to go office pick up some stuff k, when I am back... I will fetch you and you come down so we can go back to yishun.. (her mum's)"&lt;br /&gt;F:"Dear... can you please show me the ring.... I dreamt of it last night, it was some thick ancient looking ring like it was from Egypt and it was so scary and huge and there was a chain dangling from it... and was soooo colorful with the red and blue..." Please show me the ring... please please please...."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Dont be silly la.. I will not show you. Trust me you will like it. Its not that bad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She woke up and off I drove to office to pick up my stash! Then dropped by my favorite florist in TPY central. Shit no nice bouquets.. (okie i suck at planning...) The only nice one is being reserved... So I asked her to make me one too! 20mins!!! shit. "can you make it 15mins?"&lt;br /&gt;haha and she did! cool! flowers and ring! I am set to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hid the flowers under jackets.... at the back most seat of Dad's MPV. Hid Ring in compartment near driver seat. Heh Heh. Smile Smile* Picked her up.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Eh I havent had lunch... lets go eat."&lt;br /&gt;Fang: "whr.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "hmmm... how abt Rider's? the one on Vanessa's picture?"&lt;br /&gt;Fang: "OKIE!" (She always liked nice places....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached.... (har... non air con... and omg! it is packed at 4pm on a Sunday afternoon!!! Shit Shit Shit damn paiseh liao) Went in... hmmm "Baby let's pick the seats near the balcony... can see horses and plains.. nice ma.." (nicer scenery... away from the main crowd inside. I thought...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH I THOUGHT... it was rainy drizzling!!! And the rain was warm and moist.&lt;br /&gt;So was the horse dung in the stables... and you know how that smell and how smell diffuses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So both of us, menu in hand... ARGH! baby I think let's move in.... the stench is really unbearable. Okie~! Moved in... ahh~ better... Order fish &amp;amp; chips, etc.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitress "Erm sorry... We dont have dinner menu... We only have tea now..."&lt;br /&gt;"CRAP!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"chocolate cake, chocolate milkshake, iced latte, chicken kebab, fries.., tea scones"&lt;br /&gt;yeah stuffed ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90% through the meal... "erm baby... do you smell the stench moving in?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yar.... shit! lets finish up faster!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost done..... "Erm dear, can you ask for bill? I go toilet?" And she did.... I rushed to the car, moved the flowers to the middle seats, so I can reach them. I had to abort the cafe.. it really STINKED! I have no idea how the rest of the horse loving customers could bear it... I think they have sinus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Fast Forward to Car*&lt;br /&gt;F: "Why are you not driving off..."&lt;br /&gt;M: "Your seatbelt is not on..." (Panicking already.... erm erm erm how should I start!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;*Straps her seatbelt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: "okie... now why are we still not moving?"&lt;br /&gt;M: *points to this family in front of the car* (Didnt help I have like a whole STADIUM OF AUDIENCE IN FRONT OF MY WINDSCREEN!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;"Erm... see that family... so funny... I came out of toilet... then the mum was blocking me... then the 2 daughters kinda panicked and half-shouted 'mummy! you're blocking!' "&lt;br /&gt;F: erm okie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:" Okie that's it. I cant go on forever with the lame-ness"&lt;br /&gt;* took out the flowers...*&lt;br /&gt;"erm baby i bought flowers for you... kiss her on her cheeks."&lt;br /&gt;F: " huh for what?" (she was already smiling from her heart.... hahaha vivid till now.)&lt;br /&gt;M: *took out ring from compartment. hidden from her sight because of flowers..&lt;br /&gt;"will you marry me baby?"&lt;br /&gt;F: smile smile smile smile smile smile&lt;br /&gt;looked at me... looked at ring....smile smile smile...&lt;br /&gt;M: *kissed her again..."so will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;F: "yar... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S0N6615H8qI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ft04B0IkviM/s1600-h/flowers+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S0N6615H8qI/AAAAAAAAAAo/ft04B0IkviM/s320/flowers+ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423313527601885858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest... llalalalalal censored because I cant remember liao hahahaha it's all emotions and feelings. Details... gone. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED... phew. THAT WAS STRESSFUL.... funny thing was.... with all the planning... it ended up in a car. wahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is... She actually ransacked my room while I was off to office to pick up my stash. Search high and low for the ring... WAHAHAHA too bad baby... I was smart enough to lie to you that it is at home, plus hide it far far away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-4940002852713226253?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/4940002852713226253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=4940002852713226253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/4940002852713226253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/4940002852713226253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2010_01_01_archive.html#4940002852713226253' title='My Wedding.... so far'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S0NwS80v3hI/AAAAAAAAAAg/wM4GpxtA5Gc/s72-c/voucher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-5978517086495937304</id><published>2009-11-24T10:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T10:49:15.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules</title><content type='html'>Don't appreciate rules that don't make sense. Don't appreciate being bounded by meaningless restrictions. Tearing away. I will fly even if you clip my wings. I will run wild even if you chain my legs. I will drag the bloody cage along. I am an eagle. I am a wolf. I will go the distance and find my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-5978517086495937304?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/5978517086495937304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=5978517086495937304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/5978517086495937304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/5978517086495937304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#5978517086495937304' title='Rules'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-5955745405095230349</id><published>2009-04-28T08:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T08:34:17.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a day....</title><content type='html'>Went for 3 agent interviews yesterday. It was quite interesting to know that 2 years down the road after graduation, I would be protraying the image of low self esteem and low drive. Hahaha. Something must have worn me down over the years. I think I have a jolly good idea what it is. But hell it sucks. I can't seem to find myself back. My life is at a low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... Just when I thought my luck was improving, one of the 3 interviews was at Jurong East. I travelled all the way there only to realise that the position is filled. Haiz. Pretty dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home to a slight adventure though. I live just beside the flight of stairs. Then there's this lanky boy who always hang about the stairs. He definitely don't live here. And to make things worse, he looks like this psycho-gaga boy whose wire was short from over-studying...Anyways, long story. Involved some walking and more walking and more walking to search for him, and also involved some "people think I am crazy/suspicious" thingy. WTF. THAT LOOK! should have left out that floor of searching and let them get rape for all they care. PUI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up to my FIRST birthday present from the government! AND IT'S NOT EVEN MY BIRTHDAY! )@!(^(*$%!$#^@#($^@#^$*( WHY IN THE WORLD IS THE SPEED LIMIT ON NICOLL HIGHWAY ONLY 70km/h!!!!!!! WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF! It's called a highway right? It's the same as KPE. This is damn damn damn dumb. There is like no CARS and they expect people to stay at 70? There's not even a crossing or anything. Jay walking is also impossible! OMG WTF! can't take it. DUMB DUMB DUMB DUMB. They need to have something like the ERP man. If the traffic is too slow, you tax them. If the traffic is almost zero, You INCREASE THE SPEED LIMIT LA. WHERE IS THE BALANCE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways it's not like I sped at 1000000km/h. It's only 6 dp and Ma made a big big big fuss out of it. Oh God. sucks. I should open a country. Beats ANY company ANY time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-5955745405095230349?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/5955745405095230349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=5955745405095230349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/5955745405095230349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/5955745405095230349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5955745405095230349' title='What a day....'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-5195859320840134010</id><published>2009-04-13T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:56:55.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 2 years....</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 years since I last wrote. wow. That's long.. in cybertime.&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy not happy not happy!&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a place to do my time and spill my unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways bloggy, it's not a good time to quit. Stupid of me to do so. Reasons... forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-5195859320840134010?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/5195859320840134010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=5195859320840134010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/5195859320840134010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/5195859320840134010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#5195859320840134010' title='It&apos;s been 2 years....'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-3123070634019295883</id><published>2007-12-31T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:42:32.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Option of cashing out our Leave? THANKS but no thanks</title><content type='html'>THANK YOU SO MUCH for allowing us to cash in our uncleared leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All,&lt;br /&gt;We would like to give SC Singapore staff the option of being paid out for their 2007 vacation days not yet taken.&lt;br /&gt;This is a one-time offer and would not be the policy going forward as we would like to encourage staff to take their holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Please respond to the ‘Finance Department’ by Friday 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; January 2008, if interested in taking up this offer.&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH when we were left with NO OPTIONS but to clear ALL our leave in the span of 2 weeks. SCREW YOU. Sending such mails on the 31st of DEC is not the logical thing to do. Nice stabbing up the ass. If you don't encourage this, then don't send such emails out to boil our blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like saying there is no option for us but to take path A. Then after we completed the path, you come and tell us actually there is different paths. THANK YOU so much! As in everything they do, it is more of a nice picture painted. Sound all so transparent and nice man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PUI&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take your few hundred dollars and gladly save it in your pocket. NO NEED FOR CROCODILE TEARS AND FAKE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MASQUERADE&lt;/span&gt; HERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-3123070634019295883?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/3123070634019295883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=3123070634019295883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/3123070634019295883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/3123070634019295883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html#3123070634019295883' title='Option of cashing out our Leave? THANKS but no thanks'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-3022794815231102973</id><published>2007-10-02T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T17:00:54.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I wanna change nationality cause of a bread!</title><content type='html'>PANDE MANILA!!! The bread house that never sleeps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful pandesals they make!! Eat them with sardines in spanish oil and WOW!!! YUM YUM YUMMMMMM~~!! Thanks Maria for the treat! Goodness I really might change my nationality for the bread. Goodness... YUM YUM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-3022794815231102973?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/3022794815231102973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=3022794815231102973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/3022794815231102973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/3022794815231102973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#3022794815231102973' title='I think I wanna change nationality cause of a bread!'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-2221217504119741155</id><published>2007-10-02T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T10:39:37.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>纸上谈兵</title><content type='html'>I am pretty tired of this discussion of strategies. If you want us to go to war, you have got to show us how exactly do we have to do to fight. What is the point of strategizing so much? It takes one commander to command, one advisor to strategize, thousands of soldiers to fight the war. No point having the commander ready, the advisor bull-locking.. and all the soldiers stoning away day in day out.. WTF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up. I feel my grey cells disengaging one another. The knowledge connections that I had so painstakingly put together are falling apart. My mind is no longer working like it is 2 months before. I am going brain dead sooner or later. It is either I do something to save my brain, or I give up and die painlessly. Afterall they say that the brain dead person feels no pain. WAHAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-2221217504119741155?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/2221217504119741155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=2221217504119741155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/2221217504119741155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/2221217504119741155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2221217504119741155' title='纸上谈兵'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-5794103057318186541</id><published>2007-10-01T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:03:02.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing my own daylight</title><content type='html'>Socrates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anything that men can tell, death may be the greatest good that can happen to them: but they fear it as if they know quite well that it was the greatest of evils. And what is this but that shameful ignorance of thinking that we know what we do not know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long forgotten when was the last time I considered the topic of life and death. I still remember my decision that made me stop. I did not want to waste my time lingering on the thought about something that I did not know. So here I am today with a new resolution in mind. I have come to realize that I have failed to draw my own time line properly. I have a final goal, I have tried to reverse engineer my goal and put in markers along the way.  But seemingly, I am going perpetually further and further away from my markers. Plus, I have failed to factor in the 'What If". What if I were to die tomorrow? Would I leave this world smiling void of regrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mine asked me about my take on marriage. I gotta admit. I haven't got a strong view on the topic as of yet. Reason: I have never sat down and seriously gave it a thought. Reason 2: I haven't concluded my thought on life and death, so marriage would probably be of a less significant issue to me. And if it happens it happens I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall give a good thought about it I guess. Afterall, I ain't got much time left on this Earth....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-5794103057318186541?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/5794103057318186541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=5794103057318186541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/5794103057318186541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/5794103057318186541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#5794103057318186541' title='Chasing my own daylight'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-5639761283858977423</id><published>2007-07-19T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T02:48:08.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Let's see I've been gone for some time yet again. We shall call it Lost in Translation shall we. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 July - 6 July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went on Superstar Virgo with baby. Oh my, cost a bomb but it's worth every cent. It's not called a leisure cruise holiday for nothing. Paid for balcony class and enjoyed every bit of the preferred treatment. I wouldn't mind going for yet another cruise. But I doubt I'll have the time to go for one once my work starts. I've been wanting to blog about the trip, every single precious bit of it. But somehow I can't seem to manage to get the pics from baby's com. So too bad, gotta refer to her blog for memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was on cruise when Setclear sent me an invitation to a social drinks night. I was glad that I managed to confirm my attendance in time. It was really a nerve-wrecking experience for me. Setclear was new, thus the social drinks night, to allow us to mingle ard to know our new colleagues and bosses. I clashed top with one of the female manager. Zzzz. I bet I made an impression with her even without introducing myself. SUCKS. Chances are like 1 to 1000 and I struck "lottery". First social drinks 'networking' night in my life, I believe I did ok. Because I was invited to join for dinner after that. And even for a mahjong session. Was quite glad that people at Setclear all seem outgoing, BUT I'll never know until I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YS treated me to Minori's jap buffet at UE Square. Really great place for japanese buffet if you love sashimi. Never mind that the maguro are not otoro, they're fresh and great anyway. The fish is so fresh, it's as though the chefs just caught them. Had a great after-meal walk and chat with my best buddy. Hmm sort of miss him and I hope he has a safe trip on this coming friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with YS in e morning. He needed to shop urgently for serious matters LOL. Met baby for recipe selection at Orchard library thereafter. She had intention to bake me a cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate cake failed to raise. Despite the self-raising flour and all.... But I thought it tasted nice nonetheless, although most of the family (except her bro) dared to venture their teeth into the dark looking piece of chocolate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! BIRTHDAY! Watched movie. (Marigold Peelfresh has a great promotion now) For 2.25 bucks a pack. U get 1 buck off any current movie. And you get to claim for a free movie voucher that lasts till around Nov. Besides that, you get a chance to enter a draw! Lobang introduced by best buddy YS. Lol. Been promoting it around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyce of CLSA just sent me a whole loads of form to fill. Goodness me. Stressed. WORK WORK. Work is starting soon! OMG. Everyone seemed to have experience. Haiz. Think I'll have to go down tmr to hand in the forms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a way to "rubberize" my bio-clock soon. Can't wait for work to start. I have a whole savings plan worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get the citibank SMRT card. It seems to be the working person's concession card. I need more details. I want to get UOB signature card. But then again, I don't want so many cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy a flat and rent it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can perform well in my job. From what the COO says, everyone's performance will be clearly reflected by the computer system. And that eliminates biasness from superiors. Goodness AND THAT SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME. But nonetheless, CHONG CHONG CHONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have great dreams.. It's about time I move towards them step by step, inch by inch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-5639761283858977423?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/5639761283858977423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=5639761283858977423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/5639761283858977423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/5639761283858977423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5639761283858977423' title='Updates'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-1427967985495919900</id><published>2007-07-03T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T02:11:31.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUISE!</title><content type='html'>Ho ho ho~ I am going away on 4th of July! INDEPENDENCE DAY~ nay. Why would I celebrate Independence Day. Cruise Cruise Cruise~~ La la la~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought Jovin to the carnival on Sunday! Hahaha she was overjoyed! Tail wagging non stop! lol. Love her to the max. Saw so many other dogs there. Omg the demo dogs were so obedient I wonder how they train them. I saw one of the owner dragged and slammed his beagle. So poor thing. If Jovin needs to be slammed to be trained, I rather not let Jovin be of extreme obedience. She is great as she is now. Energetic and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List of tricks: Sit, Down, Up (Stand on 2 legs), Shake hand, Other hand, Hi-five, Stay, Come, Guess food in which hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to teach: Bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a whole load of tricks she can do right? =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-1427967985495919900?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/1427967985495919900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=1427967985495919900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/1427967985495919900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/1427967985495919900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1427967985495919900' title='CRUISE!'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-1940696401743617398</id><published>2007-07-03T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T02:01:35.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GODDAMN INFLATION!!!!</title><content type='html'>Why the hell is everything rising? EVERYTHING SECRETLY, QUIETLY RAISE THEIR STUPID PRICE! THINK I DON'T KNOW! SNEAKY COMPANIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Property to equity, Mac to KFC, GST to Minister pay. Milk and NETS. EVEN the MAMA shop owner downstairs told me that everything in his store had a price hike. -.-''' PREDICTION OF THE DAY: Next to rise... TRANSPORT PRICES. MOVIES. Why? Cause there is no better time to stab us hard than NOW. Now is the time to KILL KILL KILL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah.. Kill us normal citizens of Singapore. Let us remain in poverty, for our only savings will eventually be that of CPF's. Eventually prices will increase till we eat bread and butter for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Then even more eventually only bread and tap water. Then alas, left with only brunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GST Package, Why is it called a package? Coz for a chance of getting 100-400 dollars, YOU GET TO PAY MUCH HIGHER FOR A WHOLE RANGE OF PRODUCTS. Small prints.. zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality ain't getting better. McDonald's pissed me off today. Totally! The seperate "collection" &amp;amp; "order" queues system were so messy! Just because they want to save cost on wasted "waiting" burgers. They implemented such a lousy system. HELLO~ I wondered if the boss ate at any MOS burger restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, you queued for 10mins at the "collection" queue. YAY~ Reached the end of the queue. "Sorry this is for collections, that's for ordering" Okie.... Okie... Control... Queue. Queue. Queue. YAY! Order!! eh... okie.. Back to Collections. Hmmm... "Sorry could you collect your McFlurry from the dessert counter?" Zzz... Dessert counter... WHAT! ONE MORE QUEUE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE FAST FOOD! Kaoz. Really dumb to the MAX! I mean if you want to seperate into a factory processing style of service, at least put overhead signs to say what queue it is. Haiz. WORLD CLASS SERVICE. I tell you, I see it no where. NO WHERE! McDonald's Nayz~ SBS NAYS~ NO WHERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-1940696401743617398?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/1940696401743617398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=1940696401743617398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/1940696401743617398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/1940696401743617398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#1940696401743617398' title='GODDAMN INFLATION!!!!'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-2106758081940621186</id><published>2007-06-29T14:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:48:47.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian</title><content type='html'>I am particularly pissed off with a certain guy, who likes to blabber things thinking it is funny. IT IS NOT. I wonder why my close relative like such a guy. But then again, he's only a kid. I shall try my best to forgive him, as much as I dislike his stupid blabbering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian.. I am deficit 5k. I have planned my working life already. My colleagues will be eating at food courts. I will be eating my self prepared sandwiches and drinking from my water bottle. I am so damn determined to save my money back.  No choice. Haiz. Singapore has 66,600 millionaires and I am not one of them. By saving $4k a month for 20 years without interest, Hmm.. I will get there! $1 mil in my biscuit tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need help. I am reading up for my future position. I am really scared. I heard my fellow team mates are people with loads of experience. Oh man, Hell yeah it will be a great competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, I think I need spport. Haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-2106758081940621186?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/2106758081940621186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=2106758081940621186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/2106758081940621186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/2106758081940621186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2106758081940621186' title='Sian'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-7228121729203876904</id><published>2007-06-26T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:28:44.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out and BEWARE~</title><content type='html'>YOUR NEMESIS IS BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE TALKER OF THRASH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE KING OF CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT! Bo pian.. I'm too bored at home doing nothing. Gymming ain't entertaining me enough. Neither is reading the papers. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Girlfriend = 13mths and going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Career = Got a job. Starting 1 Aug. (SO LATE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; Wealth = Depleting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Life = LOVE IT TOO MUCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-7228121729203876904?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/7228121729203876904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=7228121729203876904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/7228121729203876904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/7228121729203876904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7228121729203876904' title='Watch out and BEWARE~'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-116448151767792395</id><published>2006-11-26T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:02:28.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Route to success - The very basics [My thoughts] : Part 1</title><content type='html'>Books, testimonials, blah blah blah, everyone's talking about being rich, successful and of course alive and enjoying the fruits. Why do people want to get rich? Simple. Survival. A look into the most simplest of science textbooks will show that the human being or any other cock-lived living being needs water, food, etc. to survive. And considering that we, human beings, do not live in those cock-lived primitive jungle, nor do we get fed by farmers or pet-owners, we have no other choice of survival. Our only way out as history has made it, through transactions. And many thanks to the inventor of money, we now only need to direct our greed and our instincts for survival only to one commodity in this world, instead of running around like mad dogs for different commodities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that lays a path for the setting, money for survival - the scientific way. And I bet all ya psychologists, sociologists, etc out there are going to disagree to some extent. True. Humans need other things to live other than food and water and air. Imagine being enclosed in a cubicle but being provided with all the basic scientifically proven necessities, FOR GOODNESS SAKE, I'm no vegetable. Even a human vegetable that lies on the hospital bed can response to their family voices and hopefully wake up one day. Why? Because they are humans. Duh. Ok, and so you love your family, do you say? Give them love... Allllll the love you have. And we shall see in this ol' great experiment on how they eat, breathe and drink love and live. So ultimately, the conclusion still boils down to the scientific fact. Horray for science. Double horray for economics, it's easier to chase one thing than run around after infinite things right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now digest.....and stay tuned for the next episode of 'The very basics'. Or as some would call it "Common Sense".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd I must be bored. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-116448151767792395?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/116448151767792395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=116448151767792395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/116448151767792395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/116448151767792395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116448151767792395' title='Route to success - The very basics [My thoughts] : Part 1'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-116447662785567675</id><published>2006-11-26T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T01:44:38.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEMONS</title><content type='html'>I DON'T LIKE LEMONS! Not a single bit! Why why why... why a lemon of all things? DON'T LIKE LEMONS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S.  Why don't I like lemons, you say? Because lemons shouldn't exist in this PRESENT ECONOMIC WORLD! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many mad rantings lately. I CAN'T HELP IT. I JUST DON'T LIKE LEMONS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-116447662785567675?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/116447662785567675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=116447662785567675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/116447662785567675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/116447662785567675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116447662785567675' title='LEMONS'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-116278714932005568</id><published>2006-11-06T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:25:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Science, Math, WHATEVER</title><content type='html'>The triangle is rounder than the straight line. The square is rounder than the triangle. The pentagon is rounder than the square. The hexagon is rounder than the pentagon. The octagon is rounder than the hexagon.......................to infinity and beyond~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-116278714932005568?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/116278714932005568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=116278714932005568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/116278714932005568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/116278714932005568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116278714932005568' title='Science, Math, WHATEVER'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-116183958592077617</id><published>2006-10-26T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T13:21:20.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewed Insights on Life- Mad Rantings</title><content type='html'>I had been in struggle for truth and religion and life since I was in my secondary school days. I guess it had been a coincidence lately that I both read the DaVinci Code (slow I know, but I got hold of the ebook and I read it.) and watched the movie, Silk. They struck a note in me. As much as I had been trying all these years to open my eyes to the world, I guess I still stuck in this particular point of history. I am stuck in a period of time of plateau-ed knowledge, stuck in a time where almost everything has a system of functioning and every being on Earth live and die just to fuel the system's existence. How many of us question the existence of such systems? The law, economic theories, Justice, Ethics, Religion. Philosphy, religion and science, what are their true purposes?  I, for one, will admit I know not of such answers, for I am not great, I am not wise. You need knowledge on something to refute something. Similarly you need knowledge on something, to advocate something. I am but a mere mortal, thus the only fact I have in my brain is a sole word of "doubt".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us seek alternate truths? How many of us seek alternate truths but yet choose to believe blindly what is existent in the current world? I had always been thinking, what if we are the ghosts and the ghosts we're afraid of, are the true living beings in the world? What if everyone of us is a being connected spiritually to another being stranded on another planet, and if they die, we die too. Spirits, souls, who justified their existence anyway. I live in a world of doubt and yet people carry on with their lives without intention to seek truths. They just live and live and live and die. To me, it is just a sad case of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE RICH! AND POWERFUL! I crave for it like any other mortal. I want it so badly. And I want it in the fastest possible way. I need money for my quest. I need power for my quest. I want to at least have some glimpse before I die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge brings fear. So does the lack of it. Curiosity brings death, yet satisfy a hunger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-116183958592077617?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/116183958592077617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=116183958592077617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/116183958592077617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/116183958592077617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116183958592077617' title='Renewed Insights on Life- Mad Rantings'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-115929130572647758</id><published>2006-09-27T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T01:21:45.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FURIOUS!! MY $$$$ =((</title><content type='html'>I hate big mouthed act-smart advisors who act as though they have brains that make Socrates or Plato seem like they're dim wits! JUST SHUT UP LA! Think before you speak k? You don't go around acting like you are some highly respected fortune teller who can tell the future. I am angry. Really furious. If you're half as good as you proclaim you are in anticipating the future, maybe you can tell me the price movement of commodities so that I can earn more from futures! What the hell. Not only you do not make me earn more money through your stupid fortune telling, you made me lose money that could have contributed to a movie and dine date with my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. No choice. Due to certain circumstances, I have to forgive that PERSON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, I constantly seek to fill 2 holes in my heart, Emotions and Practicalities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions to be filled by my darling, family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Practicalities to be filled with money and amibitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I lost money due to a fortune teller.. Hai. No more k? No more false predictions of the future~~ WHEE!! I got a promise of a lifetime! NO MORE~ hahaha so happy~ it's worth it. I will be happy from now on. Okie... sleep for now... SHAGGED... I am so so blardee drained...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-115929130572647758?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/115929130572647758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=115929130572647758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/115929130572647758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/115929130572647758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115929130572647758' title='FURIOUS!! MY $$$$ =(('/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-115920293737330896</id><published>2006-09-26T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T00:48:57.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depressed...</title><content type='html'>Hi bloggy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. Guess it's you and me this time round again. I know I have neglected you and my friends and my family. But I can't help myself. I know alot of people out there wants a piece of me. Alot of people out there is dying to scold me. Sorry people, I can't help it. I really had the best time of my life. I really never felt so in love before that it swept me off my work, my feet, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more is there that I can ask for, she loves me with all her heart, she wants to fit the best to my liking, she gives me care and attention. And now I've done it. I guess it's like work and everything else, life is not about how much good you do, it's about how much bad. It's not about how much you do, it's about what you don't do. I know deep in me that promises are made to be kept, albeit always joking with friends that promises are meant to be broken. I know it so deeply that I always reminded myself not to promise anyhow. But I guessed I did. I broke my principle of life and deserved to be shot or being deemed worse than an animal. I promised her a testimonial, albeit a small thing, but I know of great significance. Not only I broke my promise, I wrote one for someone I used to like. Haiz. What a chicken asshole I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame me ba. I have only but to accept it. I have been wanting to write about us all these while, on blog, or a simple adding of a testimonial for her. I really appreciate how she blogs about me and how she adds a testimonial to me once in a while. I really loved the feeling so so much. So much so that I always open them up to read it time and again. I guess I finally know how Wang Da Dong felt in the show. I really can't pen it down. No matter how many times I set myself up in front of a computer to pen my affection for her, no matter how many times I tried, I always find it too inappropiate to fully describe my love for her. I really love her alot. So much so that I dropped some of my dreams and principles that I held dearly to. Looking back, I realised that I erased so many attempts that only the entry on our zoo trip is up. Even so, the entry seems to pale so much in comparism to our outing. It's like watching a rainbow on a black and white tv. It's like such a far cry from the memory flashback that I keep drawing out in my brain from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I suck as a boyfriend. I admit I suck at memory of dates. I admit I suck cause I hurt you time and again. But my heart froze itself in 2005 only to be warmed by you. It's you that made me smile and laugh so brightly each time I see you. It's you that made me learn to cry again. I guess people will say it's not man to cry, but I don't care, cause it's because my tears are for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want to go to Korea. I want it as well. When I told you "ok", I was already flying through the skies to reach a winter wonderland where we can tread through hand in hand, and build snowman and ride sleighs. I was immersed in happiness only to be disappointed by myself. I know I disappointed you. But the disappointment I face myself is not much less, instead of showing you how lousy a husband I am when I can't support our Korea trip, I couldn't face up to me failing you dear. So I decided to take the fault and make it seem like I don't prefer Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I promised you a testi, I really did try that night. I really did try and try, only to delete it all. I didn't know what to write on. My life revolved around you, my whole world... It's so much that I really don't know where to start and where to end. Nothing that I wrote seemed perfect for fulfilling a promise. I guessed I did wrong again. I know that even an imperfect me would be a gift to you. But deep inside me, I can't bear to give you an "unfinished" product. I really can't bear to know I had given you a substandard gift with not much heart. I was thinking that if I can break this mindset, and just write a simple one for you just to fulfill my promise, but always at the last moment before clicking send, I'd stop. I can't. I simply just can't send in to my love something that doesn't encompass my whole heart dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I suck as a boyfriend and have hurt you countless of times. Sorry dear. I'm really sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-115920293737330896?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/115920293737330896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=115920293737330896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/115920293737330896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/115920293737330896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115920293737330896' title='Depressed...'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-115704533561906542</id><published>2006-09-01T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:34:27.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOSTALGIC man... sian I feel so old</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;The good old days... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Message: For those who born in the 70s and 80s. Fond memories...... &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;1. You grew up watching He-man, MASK, &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Transformers, Silver Hawk and &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles, My &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Little Pony and &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Smurfs too. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;in Primary school &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;during recess time. You will squat by a drain &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w&lt;tt&gt;ith all your &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;classmates beside you, and brush your teeth &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;with a coloured mug.The &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;teachers &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;said you must brush each side 10 times too. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;3. You know what SBC stands for. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;4. You pay 40 cents &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;for Chocolate or Strawberry &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;MILK every week in &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;class. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;5. You watch a very popular Malay dubbed &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Japanese drama on RTM1 &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;about schoolgirls who possess powerful skills in &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;volleyball called &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Meoro Attack. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;6. You find your friends with pagers and &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;handphone cool in &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Secondary school. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;7. SBS buses used to be non-airconditioned. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;The bus seats are made &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;gives a loud BEEP! &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;when pressed. There are colourful tickets &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;forTIBS buses.The &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;conductor &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;will check for tickets by using a machine which &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;punches a hole in &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;the ticket. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;8. Envelopes given to us &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t&lt;tt&gt;o donate to Sharity &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Elephant every &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Children's Day. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;9. You've probably read Young Generation &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;magazine.You know who's &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Vinny the little vampire and Acai the constable. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;10. You were there when they first introduced &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;MRT here. You went &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;for the first ride with your parents and you would &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;kneel on the &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;seat to see the scenery. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;11. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;12. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Cake and Barbie Dolls. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;13. You learn to laugh like The Count in &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;&lt;tt&gt;. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;14. You longed to buy tibits called Kaka (20 &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;cents per pack), and &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Ding Dang (50 cents per box), that had &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;tt&gt; toy in &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;it and it changes &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;every week &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;not forgetting the 15 cents animal crackers and &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;the ring pop, where &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;the lollipop is the diamond on the ring. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;15. You watched TV2 (also known as Channel &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;10) cartoons because &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Channel 5 never had enough cartoons for you. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;16. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Investigators, Famous Five &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;and Secret Seven are probably the thickest &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;story books you ever &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;thought you have read. Even &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sweet&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; High &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Malory&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Towers&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;17. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;serve food in &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;plates and let you use metal forks and knives. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;18. The most vulgar thing you said was asshole &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;and idiot &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;tt&gt;nd THE &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;MOST EXTREME WAS 'super white'...you just &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;couldn't bring yourself &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;to say the hokkien relative. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;19. Catching was the IN thing and twist as the &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;magic word. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;20. Your English workbooks was made of some &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;damn poor quality paper &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;that was smooth and yellow. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;21. CDIS were your bestfriend. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;22. The only computer lessons in school &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;involved funny pixellised &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;characters in 16 colours walking about trying to &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;teach you maths. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;23. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;and a must &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;everywhere you go. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;24. Boys loved to play soccer with small plastic &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;balls in the &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;basketball &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c&lt;tt&gt;ourt. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;25. Teng-teng, five stones, chapteh, hentam &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;bola and zero point &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;were all the rage with the girls and boys too... &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;26. Science was fun with the balsam and the &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;angsana being the most &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;important plants of our lives, guppies and &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;swordtail being the most &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;important fish. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;27. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;John, eternalized in our &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;minds from the textbooks. Even Mr Wally &amp; Mr. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Yakki. What abt Miss &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Lala??? And Zaki and Tini in Malay Textbooks? &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;28. We carry out experiments of our own to get &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;ourself badges for &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;being a Young Zoologist/Botanist etc. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;29. Every Children's day and National day &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;you &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;either get pins or &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;pens with 'Happy Children's Day 1993' or dumb &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;files with 'Happy &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;National Day 1994'. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;30. In Primary six you had to play buddy for the &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;younger kids like &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;big sister and brother. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;31. We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;32. Your form teacher taught you Maths, &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Science and English. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;33. The worksheets were made of brown rough &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;paper of poor quality. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;34. You went to school in slippers and a &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;raincoat when it rained, &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;and you find a dry spot in the school to sit &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;down, dry your feet, &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;and wear your &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;dry and warm socks and shoes. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;35. School dismissal time was &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;normally around &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;1 pm. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;36. There would be spelling tests and mental &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;sums to do almost &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;everyday. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;37. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;your parents gave &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;you $3 or more for pocket money everyday. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;38. You see Wee Kim Wee's face in the school &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;hall. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt; &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;39. You freak out when the teacher tells you to &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;line up according &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;to height and hold hands with the corresponding &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;boy or girl. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;40. Boys like to catch fighting spiders. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;41. Collecting and battling erasers was a &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;pastime for boys. &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;tt&gt;2. Autograph books were loaded with "Best &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Wishes", "Forget Me &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Not", and small &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;poems like "Bird fly high, hard &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;to catch.Friend &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;like you, hard to forget". &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;43. Class monitors and prefects loved to &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;say "You talk somemore, I &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;write your name ah!" &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;44. There were at least 40 people in one class.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:10;" &gt;45. Large, colourful schoolbags were carried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;50. You brought every single book to school, &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;even though there was &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;one thing called the timetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I gotta thank Vogaris for all these from a forwarded mail. Haiz.. What shit. I feel so old. I wished I could turn back time and relive these moments again.. Haiz... Good old days where fun fun fun lives everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-115704533561906542?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/115704533561906542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=115704533561906542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/115704533561906542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/115704533561906542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115704533561906542' title='NOSTALGIC man... sian I feel so old'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-115433028817855175</id><published>2006-07-31T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:38:28.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We went to e ZOoo~</title><content type='html'>Okie this is a super backdated blog. WHY? coz ali baba me is so lazy to update my blog these days. LOL. so lazy to resize e pictures as well. went to e zoo with my baby last last Sunday. (23rd July) =] So tiring you know to walk here and there. Lol we were like so dumb. Running from one show to the next show, to this feeding to that feeding. Trying our best to catch them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/PIC_0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/PIC_0278.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our tickets.... Lo and behold... entry~~ baby's leg wanna get some association with the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/PIC_0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/PIC_0283.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/PIC_0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/PIC_0287.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/PIC_0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/PIC_0291.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was worth taking the ride on the horse carraige. Good feeling =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/dear%20scared%20copy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/dear%20scared%20copy.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear is so scared of the horse LOL!! Notice e distance.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/elephants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/elephants.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's an elephant freak. She took like 20 shots of phants...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/orangs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/orangs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/bat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/bat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stupid bat was like hanging on the tree, with his .... hanging there too..&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/PIC_0336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/PIC_0336.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think the most exciting times of the day is the feeding sessions of the king cobra and the crocs.&lt;br /&gt;But the pics were too blurred by the stupid glass for the snake and the crocs one... heh, we were too engrossed to take pics. There were like 2 king cobras, then when the keeper fed ..he had to use this long stick to extend the snake meat out to one. All went well, till one finished a piece faster and wanted to snatch the other's food. Then they fought. True that they are immune to each other's poison.. BUT ouch la... the poor snakey got punctured..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crocs were damn scary too. The way they snap their jaws.. BAM! so loud and swift. Those were aligators. Then on to the crocs. Dunno which weirdo went to inject adrenalin or steriods into the crocs I think, the keeper jumped in to feed the crocs. He is a brave man I admit. The crocs were so hyper active that they were tagging him here and there. He had to have other keepers throw the meat else where to distract one while he tries to feed the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie... Probably I didn't sound convincing enough... But wadeva.. Haha I am too lazy to make it real and exciting.. You want your hair to stand? Go see for urself.. Really shiok. Adrenalin rushing feeling. toodles peeps... shall end with some love~~~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-115433028817855175?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/115433028817855175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=115433028817855175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/115433028817855175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/115433028817855175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115433028817855175' title='We went to e ZOoo~'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-115384846566064772</id><published>2006-07-26T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:27:45.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY I LOVE YA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/mahjong%20kills.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/mahjong%20kills.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby we will uphold our promise of chopping our fingers... Afterall mahjong kills, rite? Hahaha. will upload e pics of e EXCURSION hahah when u return me e wire k dear? LOL. Sudden inspiration = nice drawing rite dear dear? HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love u dear... report sucks! and i am still at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-115384846566064772?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/115384846566064772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=115384846566064772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/115384846566064772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/115384846566064772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115384846566064772' title='BABY I LOVE YA'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-115238206912053215</id><published>2006-07-09T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T02:27:03.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my baby alot.</title><content type='html'>I realli love ya alot dear. You noe the amount of efforts and tots i put into our r/s. I can sense the same for you too. I noe each time i hurt you, it gets more and more numb. I noe and appreciate alot of the things you done for me. From things like worrying about a simple sore throat to things like accustoming to my lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my dear so so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-115238206912053215?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/115238206912053215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=115238206912053215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/115238206912053215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/115238206912053215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115238206912053215' title='I love my baby alot.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-115073608616816502</id><published>2006-06-20T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:54:46.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I witnessed death....</title><content type='html'>I rushed in time to TTS hospital in time to greet my grandpa the last time. Guilty as charged, I admit I am not exactly close to my grandpa. But still as a grandson, I had to do what I had to do and rushed down. Guilty as charged, I did not shed a single drop of tear till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I was pretty pissed on the night my grandpa passed away. He passed away on the night of 18th.&lt;br /&gt;Reason of being pissed: My aunts and uncles were discussing some crap which I feel ashamed to disclose on my blog over such imbecile matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also pretty glad grandpa died peacefully after so much struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually witnessed his death. Unconscious and just left like that. The face turned from a normal skin color, to dark, to pale white, to yellowish dead. Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-115073608616816502?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/115073608616816502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=115073608616816502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/115073608616816502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/115073608616816502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115073608616816502' title='I witnessed death....'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114961103690369169</id><published>2006-06-07T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:23:56.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am nothing but a creator of hurt.</title><content type='html'>I'm probably an shit ass fallen angel thrown onto Earth to cause hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have done nothing for the past few days except to cause unbearable hurt to pple i hold dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very much confused. I don't know what step to take next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me selfish piece of shit. I do know I owe an apology to alot of you people out there. Similarly I owe loads of appreciation to people who supported me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry and thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114961103690369169?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114961103690369169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114961103690369169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114961103690369169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114961103690369169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114961103690369169' title='I am nothing but a creator of hurt.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114931697366861694</id><published>2006-06-03T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:42:53.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded?</title><content type='html'>I am blinded?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by my happiness that I can ignore your sadness?&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by judgements made from predictions that I think I can inflict my judgement on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one wants me to be happy. NO ONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114931697366861694?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114931697366861694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114931697366861694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114931697366861694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114931697366861694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114931697366861694' title='Blinded?'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114931675819394295</id><published>2006-06-03T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T14:39:18.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardest battle to fight is when you're alone</title><content type='html'>I had a very nice relationship with someone I love. I had a very trusting family who supports me whatever I do. Rome wasn't build in a day, but can topple in seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has proven itself to me yet again that everything in life moves in an economical way of ups and down. At its peak it will soon grow to a trough. But somehow in my life, this trough seems t be endless. I love living as such. I love everything that has to do with life including pain and hurt and happiness and love. I love all that I have and all that I treasure. BUT WHY IS LIFE BEING SO TOUGH ON ME?! It's not fair to judge things that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought and believed in the fact that the universe tends to unfold upon itself. Everything will fall in place. The thought gives me the zen to carry on with my life that has long been over-burdened by sadness and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a cabin of a sinking ship. I found out that one of the helicopters was heading to my destination for landing. I boarded it. I was so happy and have never felt so blessed before. I had everything I asked for in life. Little did I expect that a zillion tonardoes was brewing up ahead. I had the training of a fighter pilot. I prepared myself to go through whatever storm that comes in my way, taking over the seat of the pilot. At the very least did I expect the helicopter to malfunction.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hardest battle in life is when you realised that you are fighting it alone...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest pain in life is when you realised people are giving up on your existence..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The greatest hurt you can get is when you realised you are causing hurt to your loved ones..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to ameliorate the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Protectionism is a practise in attempt to protect your country's industries, but ending up in the deprivation of your citizen's ability to consume."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114931675819394295?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114931675819394295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114931675819394295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114931675819394295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114931675819394295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114931675819394295' title='Hardest battle to fight is when you&apos;re alone'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114909540101565120</id><published>2006-06-01T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T01:10:01.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So many memories</title><content type='html'>A relationship is bound by memories. I have been very happy these days. So so much happier. I feel loved, blessed and fortunate for various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I simply love all the first timer memories i am like creating with my baby, shan't name all coz REALLI alot of memories! Most recent being today, shopping the supermarket with her, pushing the trolley like we are married and shopping for groceries. =] so darn sweet and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The affection my dear gives me.... it makes me feel so loved. SO SO loved!!! so much dat i feel as though i am flying in the sky. It feels good to be placed up on a pedestal dear. Thank you my precious baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My dar dar is very very very understanding, as in sometimes I feel like I am so shitty lor, she just takes so much hurt I caused knowingly and unknowingly, but she still tries her best not to get angry with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of small things big things la.. I treasure this baby of mine alot and please wish me all the best k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, disappointment or hurt I can bear. I just feel sorry for inflicting them. I love you alot my baby. ALOT ALOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114909540101565120?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114909540101565120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114909540101565120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114909540101565120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114909540101565120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114909540101565120' title='So many memories'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114900626599260215</id><published>2006-05-31T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T00:24:26.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darling dear</title><content type='html'>Dear I love you loads. Dun doubt me k? Let us overcome everything. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114900626599260215?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114900626599260215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114900626599260215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114900626599260215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114900626599260215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114900626599260215' title='Darling dear'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114892373794608809</id><published>2006-05-30T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T01:29:14.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=]</title><content type='html'>it's not that i dun wanna come and update my blog, nor that i wanna go missing from msn. it's juz that i love her alot!!!!!! and i wanna give her any free possible time i can. like hfmd is a disease... i think i am falling prey to an addiction called twf. =] losing money on the mj table is like no feeling cause i was like so happy with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it juz gets more n more each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114892373794608809?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114892373794608809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114892373794608809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114892373794608809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114892373794608809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114892373794608809' title='=]'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114826752509055088</id><published>2006-05-22T11:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T11:12:05.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never before.</title><content type='html'>Never before I used the floor like a bed. Never before so huggy huggy. I will be busy WAHAHA sorry. The blog will be empty. I suppose. Blessed is the soul whose feeling cold. Spring has come after winter. What's mine will be kept mine and only mine. Okie. Back to my report for PA. Thanks blog for all these while. I will tell you more soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114826752509055088?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114826752509055088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114826752509055088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114826752509055088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114826752509055088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114826752509055088' title='Never before.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114769790579680861</id><published>2006-05-15T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:58:25.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot was late today. SHucks HAHA</title><content type='html'>I supposed I AM on the top of the blacklist now. I missed the bus and that's it. Then when the next bus came at 825 I knew I was done for. I didn't board the bus! Instead I turn back to ask daddy to fetch me there hoping it will be faster. -.-''' I need to learn to ride soon. Cars sucks, esp when you're late. What happened was a long jam of car queue on every fucking lanes to work. Madness. Made me more late than ever. Screwed. Either I need to learn to ride soon or learn to fly soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114769790579680861?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114769790579680861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114769790579680861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114769790579680861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114769790579680861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114769790579680861' title='Woot was late today. SHucks HAHA'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114726231292856829</id><published>2006-05-10T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T07:38:04.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BORING~~~ BORING~~~</title><content type='html'>Yeah I WAS busy. Attachment doesn't really seem like an attachment to me. Everyone of them are slogging their asses out over serious or non-serious WORK. But me? I have been attending lectures after lectures, listening non-stop, trying to absorb whatever I can with my 99.99% closed eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chair seemed to have a switch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my ass is on it, it automatically generates a hypnotic magnetic wave to send through my ass and puts me into a stupor. It also seems another micro-wave into me to make me wanna pee with intense urgency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save me from this week of torture. I can't take lectures no more. It's as though I'm taking an special semester module of basic individual tax system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good though to know that the peeps(supervisors) at IRAS are pretty much very friendly and perhaps approachable, though blessed with much hypnotic voices during lectures. Typical case of too much to listen, too small a brain. Hohoho~  But I guess I can very much expect to get the help I need should I have doubts on issues.  HOWEVER, I can be extremely sure that in an event of carelessness, I will have my backside buttered and even toasted. So, I shall put a check on myself to be on full red alert when handling cases. =] Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fellow NTU-ers are a great bunch I gotta say. Everyone so chatty and smiley, add in the friends I know before going there, Phew, I gotta say I am lucky not to be lonely. I am lucky to have a bunch of people to lunch with. (Poor Winnie ate alone.) But lunch seems a little too short though. It barely enough for lunch, with ten minutes to spare for a refresher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I have been a nuisance these 3 days. Noisily coughing and blowing my nose away, walking out to pee ever so frequently(I bet that if there is a league table for peeing trips, I will be a runaway train at the top like Chelsea in mid-season). Well I am sorry, I can't help myself. Sickness ain't what I asked for. And a high turnover rate of water for my body has been with me since god knows when. But I really really should stop sleeping in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a polo tee for work yesterday. OVERSPENT! Screwed. Minus $85 from my pay and I have $16 a day for everything else. Cheapest labor you can get I guess. $3.30/hr (Rounded UP!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you peeps working in better places that give you real work, I AM SO JEALOUS OF YOU! I really feel like I am back in army. Oh ya, I am going to work in jeans peeps. JEANS~ =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114726231292856829?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114726231292856829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114726231292856829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114726231292856829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114726231292856829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114726231292856829' title='BORING~~~ BORING~~~'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114697729296666778</id><published>2006-05-07T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T12:48:12.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I look in the mirror and saw.</title><content type='html'>I'm in a cabin of a sinking ship. I watching the water level rising slowly, bit by bit, engulfing everything. I can no longer see my legs. I know that there're rescue planes hovering above. I know the stairway's cleared for escape. But somehow I ain't making any slightest effort to reach the deck. Somehow my feet stays rooted to the ground. For the sole purpose of boarding this ship, is to reach my final destination in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114697729296666778?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114697729296666778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114697729296666778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114697729296666778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114697729296666778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114697729296666778' title='I look in the mirror and saw.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114695251986613982</id><published>2006-05-07T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T05:55:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Materialistic world</title><content type='html'>Everyone loves money, don't they? I do I do! How far would you go for money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given a poor guy and a rich guy, ceteris paribus, which would you choose? Yeah yeah... i noe u rebels would probably tell me dat the poor guy would probably be 1) easier to control, 2) less likely to engage in infidelities. DUN BULL LA! Lol. You wanna live in attap house or a mansion? You wanna eat leftover fries from Mac or a juicy piece of steak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves beautiful things, don't they? I do I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful girls, beautiful cars, beautiful cities, even cute guys. So do looks get you further in life? Rhetorical question it is. Given a fat ugly bastard, don't tell me you'd go, I don't go for looks. Character matters the most. Hahaha greatest liar of all times. A lousy one at that. Close eyes and cover ears also will know that bugger's lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, combine both and you get the ultimate foundation in life. Shit man. Reality sucks. Please throw me back in my dream where I can swim in a pool of gold coins and go QUACK QUACK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114695251986613982?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114695251986613982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114695251986613982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114695251986613982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114695251986613982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114695251986613982' title='Materialistic world'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114650557244820250</id><published>2006-05-02T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T01:46:12.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna live forever.</title><content type='html'>Wad do u live for?&lt;br /&gt;For money? One day you might earn so much that you have too much.&lt;br /&gt;For love and relationships? It's gonna end one day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;For power? I have no desire for great power.&lt;br /&gt;To die? Then for what we live in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just live day in day out, day by day. I guess this is what everyone is doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love living. I wanna live forever. Sadness, happiness, pain and fun. I love it all. I love it anyday over dying. Dying sucks. What's so good about and eternal dark space, where you lose consciousness and sleep forever with no dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's so shallow. It's because it is so short that makes it so beautiful and worth fighting for, to see how far you can go in this short space of time. Yet it's so dumb to be fighting for everything to know that in the very end you will lose it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be rich. On the other hand, I know I wouldn't bring it with me. But I'd be leaving them for my loved ones I guess. I wanna be loved. She, me and everyone else are gonna die anyway. Oh well, at least I can go telling myself I WAS ONCE loved. Lol. (Yesterday an acquaintance was just telling me that a guy who died in his 30s was very successful in life, that he had 200 odd peeps sending him off on his last day of his funeral.) I started thinking about how many will I get. But of course I don't wanna die at 30 la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear marriage nowadays. Not that I have a girlfriend. I just fear. Everything's so fragile. My new motto of life, "Live life day by day to your happiest. Do not commit too much of your effort, just enough for you to be happy and not get hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114650557244820250?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114650557244820250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114650557244820250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114650557244820250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114650557244820250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114650557244820250' title='I wanna live forever.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114628458320480951</id><published>2006-04-29T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T12:23:03.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake it mama shake it.</title><content type='html'>I am a bad-ass screwed up nonsensical lame bloke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just painted my shoe!!! WAHAHAHA and i am missing my old shoe already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din wash my shoe before painting, leading to a hybrid of old and new colors. Dirty faded white with new paints. Lol!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/Image%28308%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/Image%28308%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114628458320480951?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114628458320480951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114628458320480951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114628458320480951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114628458320480951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114628458320480951' title='Shake it mama shake it.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114616978799029773</id><published>2006-04-28T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T04:30:30.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Policies implemented to prolong marriage.</title><content type='html'>CPF is an extremely good tool. Economics aside, such as a tool to control exchange rates, it has another main purpose too. It prolongs marriage! Given the modern day mentality about marriage and divorce, loyalty and infidelity, CPF is an extremely good tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't talk about girls now. Unfaithful wives commonly report by TNP nowadays are NOT the issue here. Why? Cause girls ain't need no money to go shopping for a fling. YES! I AM talking about straying husbands. Imagine a paid man without CPF, where will the extra money go? Wahaha. More facial? More clothes? More manicure? More cars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by removing a portion of the pay monthly, the government is helping you keep your partners in check! Thank the brilliant people who thought of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..... as the chinese saying goes, " If it's trouble, you can never avoid it." That explains the recent high tourism rate to Batam, esp OLD sg-reans Ah peks who just withdrew their CPF, as though a hungry lion released from its chains, ROAR!!!!! FRESH meat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, disease....or....wife finds out about affair.... lalala~ BACKIE to square One~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.D.I.V.O.R.C.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.V.I.O.L.E.N.C.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.M.U.R.D.E.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viola~ More news for the beloved TNP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Alternative: Remove CPF. Wives found out early in marriage, after a while of constant "Straying Hubby Syndrome", IMMUNE. Marriage stays. Divorce rate low.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hahaha I must be mad.... to think of such mindless crap)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114616978799029773?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114616978799029773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114616978799029773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114616978799029773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114616978799029773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114616978799029773' title='Policies implemented to prolong marriage.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114589711430977437</id><published>2006-04-25T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T00:48:23.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was having dinner at the coffeeshop when I thought of this.....</title><content type='html'>Imagine this scenario:&lt;br /&gt;(disclaimer: the scenario is TOTALLY fictional to illustrate a point)&lt;br /&gt;(cause I ain't got money to pay for a lawsuit. Wahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coke and Pepsi are 2 brands that are always compared side by side. Imagine one day, tests showed that one of the brands had an ingredient with a 95% chance of causing cancer in it. Though they are almost perfect substitutes for each other, noticing the similarity in both products, one would shun both drinks right? One would probably drink Sprite instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie look back at our political scene. This is my personal view la. The ruling party is of course PAP. All the other parties are just oppositions to me, be it SPP, SDP, SDA, WP, etc. Sometimes I feel, it's not that the opposition parties have insufficient capable candidates. Notice the stuff that some of them do before each GE, I feel that it really impacts negatively on the others. One clown will make the rest look like a fully bloomed dancing circus troop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, the issues raised by them...haiz. Sometimes you see that the water has black bits in it, but you'd drink it anyway, knowing you will not die from it. As the main purpose is to quench your thirst, I would drink it anyway, since it's doing its job. Unless I get a can of 7-up, then I will have it over that water. Okie. Crap. I do hope to get some 7-Up soon. Too much plain water is a little to bland.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114589711430977437?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114589711430977437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114589711430977437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114589711430977437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114589711430977437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114589711430977437' title='I was having dinner at the coffeeshop when I thought of this.....'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114577993065770206</id><published>2006-04-23T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T16:12:18.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love that book. So many interesting stuff.</title><content type='html'>Quoted from the book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example given in The Meaning of Liff, by Douglas Adams and John Lloyd, describes encounters in corridors. Corridors are a new invention. Passing someone involves approaching them directly, which Palaeolithic man sees as threatening. Getting past them means invading their personal space, which Palaeolithic man sees as provacative. And are they friend or stranger? Palaeolithic man would never let them on to his territory without a fight. Adams and Lloyd outline a strange etiquette which has evolved in the company corridors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Corriearklet (n.) : The moment at which two people, approaching from opposite ends of a long passageway, recognise each other and immediately pretend they haven't. This is to avoid the ghastly embarrassment of having to continue recognizing each other the whole length of the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Corriedoo (n.) : The crucial moment of false recognition in a long passageway encounter. Though both perople are perfectly well aware that the other is approaching, they must eventually preted sudden recognition. They now look up with a glassy smile, as if having spotted each other for the first time, (and are particularly delighted to have done so) shouting out 'Haaaaaalllllloooo!' as if to say 'Good grief!! You!! Here!! Of all people! Well I never. Coo. Stop me vitals, etc.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Corrievorrie (n.) : Corridor etiquette demands that once a corriedoo has been declared, corrievorrie must be employed. Both protagonists must now embellish their approach with an embarrassing combination of waving, grinning, making idiot faces, doing pirate impressions, and waggling the head from side to side while holding the person's eyes as the smile dips off their face, until with great relief, they pass each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Corriecravie (n.) : To avert the horrors of corrievorrie, corriecravie is usually employed. This is the cowardly but highly skilled process by which both protaganists continue to approach while keeping up the pretence that they haven't noticed each other - by staring furiously at their feet, grimacing into a notebook, or studying the walls closely as if in a mood of deep irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Corriemoillie (n.) : The dreadful sinking sensation in a long passageway encounter when both protagonists immediately realize they have plumped for the corriedoo much too early as they are still a good 30 yards apart. They are embarrassed by the pretense of corriecravie and decided to make use of the corriedoo becuase they felt silly. This was a mistake as corrievorrie will make them seem far sillier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Corriemuchloch (n.) Word describing the kind of person who can make a complete mess of a simple job like walking down the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My advice : Avoid corridors. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114577993065770206?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114577993065770206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114577993065770206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114577993065770206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114577993065770206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114577993065770206' title='I love that book. So many interesting stuff.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114572599415452056</id><published>2006-04-23T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T21:00:13.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTING FOR 2 DAYS!</title><content type='html'>Catching up catching up~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out wif Erin couzzy yesterday. Dinner and chill. I was sick, coughing more than talking. Plus I wasn't too good with strangers so I listened more. Anyway their gossip was so darn interesting I decided to gave up dcj. Hahaha. JUICY~~ ANYWAY, besides the point, I think the "We-serve-microwaved-food" restaurant SUCKED to the maximum. Ya I repeat. MAXIMUM!! In Bugis, opp. Bombers. beside the 2 jap restaurants. Starts with B. MACHIAM microwaved food. And we had to wait so long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya! The bill came in 7 secs. That was like WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den we moved on to marina square to have waffle. Not us actually. My couzzy. She wasn't really satisfied with the microwaved food. I had a smoothie and not the waffle due to the unnecessary accumulation of hidden fats during my exam study week. Had her whipped cream though. Hahaha. I LOVE~~~ whipped cream! 100% FAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway couzzy's fren worked there, so she knew the staff. Guess what? Hahaha "give more give more"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/Image%28298%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/Image%28298%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even I, who love waffle to the max, felt like puking at the sight of this. Wahaha. REALLI alot man the fruits... SCARY. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Jan and Winnie today for dinner and chill also! Hahah catch up catch up~ Fuzion. Dinner at Big O! Wa the bacon wrapped chix leg damn nice. YUM YUM~ Den Galilee. Haha. Galilee damn nice. Got fairly well-priced drinks. Got tv for soccer. Got loads of *ahem* HAHHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. Check this ego-booster out. &lt;a href="http://hongen.youaremighty.com"&gt;http://hongen.youaremighty.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114572599415452056?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114572599415452056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114572599415452056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114572599415452056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114572599415452056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114572599415452056' title='OUTING FOR 2 DAYS!'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114558982625083751</id><published>2006-04-21T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:23:46.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting twisted concept!</title><content type='html'>Hahah I read it in the Newpaper. Hahaha so twistedly similar to me! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;Myth: Exercise makes one live longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth: The heart can only pump the many times in one life, and exercise makes your heart pumps faster! Don't tell me you can extend your car lifespan by driving more mileage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha! Twisted logic for the lazy people. Excuses can always be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about lazy people. I can't stand the red paper clip guy! ARGH! He actually traded his way up to a year's stay in a house in Phoenix, Arizona, starting from one bloody red paper clip! (Yes! The stupid NORMAL red paper clip one would have on his stupid desk!) In nine f**king months, he traded each time for something higher in value. Gawd.. I can't stand it!! Though I have to applaud his sense of marketing and the understanding of value perception. He's a 26 yr old odd job guy. Trust us slackers to come up with great ideas. HAHAHAHA! But Damn! The first trade was the dumbest la! Who would trade a pen for a paper clip! DUMB DUMB DUMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested to noe, oneredpaper.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the media coverage! Hahaha funny things is CNN create a damn lame nusery rhyme for his trades. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114558982625083751?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114558982625083751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114558982625083751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114558982625083751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114558982625083751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114558982625083751' title='Interesting twisted concept!'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114554706324094532</id><published>2006-04-20T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:31:03.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMS ENDED!!!</title><content type='html'>Haha I am so darn relieved. My exams finally ended. I think I probably wouldn't fail any, albeit making the statement of "If i gonna bao, it's gonna be this sem." heh heh Thank goodness. The following are people I sincerely wish to thank, Anthony Thng for his summary of HE206, Winnie for her mindmaps of AB213 and BF219, Yanlin for her formula sheet of BF219, GBK and Wayne for the other BF219 formula sheet, Sebastian for answer one of my BF219 question. THANK YOU ALL!!! I seriously appreciate the help guys. I would probably be REALLI dead without the help. HAHAHA I am so so blessed to have great friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear alot of politics and scheming acts about university students especially in NUS and also among our seniors in NTU hahaha. About their kiasu-ism and all. I even of backstabbing issues. Feeling quite blessed to be among a bunch of united good people!! All for the good of education! FIFTY CHEERS FOR NBS!!! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen sick while studying. Been staying home to recuperate. Sian. 2 more weeks of rest before attachment at IRAS. Haiz. I am pretty disappointed. I was hoping to get a firm dealing in equity though. It's okie! I will be a private banker in the end! Any dudes whose interested in setting up a business, be sure to discuss with me ya? I might wanna be ur partner if I enjoy the biz. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger sister is really a splitting image of me man... Can't stand the resemblance.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/Image002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Was watching Da chang jin, when I realised one thing! Hahaha. Since the show is based in ancient Korea, one interesting fact to notice is that, the ladies do trim their eyebrows and shape it! WAHAHAHA. I didn't know that Korea was so ahead in personal grooming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great! I can finally pursue my hobbies now I am more or less free! heh. lalala~ Can my illness recover FAST? I feel like jogging. gyming. sailing. reading my books. drawing. ktv-ing. etc etc tce cte. WAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114554706324094532?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114554706324094532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114554706324094532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114554706324094532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114554706324094532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114554706324094532' title='EXAMS ENDED!!!'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114535913384353818</id><published>2006-04-18T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:18:53.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgasm ending..</title><content type='html'>WAHAHAHA MY DOSE OF KETAMINE WILL SOON LOSE ITS EFFECT!!! YEAH!!!! WITH THE BLINK OF AN EYE! 3 PAPERS DOWN! 1 LEFT! I WILL BE FREE TOMORROW!! NO MORE STRESS! HEH! NO MORE HIGH FROM 3 DAYS 4 PAPERS! CAUSE 3 DOWN!!!! I DOUBT WILL FAIL. AS YET.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114535913384353818?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114535913384353818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114535913384353818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114535913384353818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114535913384353818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114535913384353818' title='Orgasm ending..'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114477248148690154</id><published>2006-04-12T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:21:21.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so so dead...</title><content type='html'>SO SO SO DEAD~ WED THURS FRI SAT SUN!!! 5 days....  FUCK! FUCK! SCREWED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOS BURGER IS MY NEW HOME. CUPS OF DRINKS REPLACE MY TAP WATER....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/Image%28294%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/Image%28294%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I AM SO SCREWED~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114477248148690154?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114477248148690154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114477248148690154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114477248148690154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114477248148690154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114477248148690154' title='I am so so dead...'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114425242574937957</id><published>2006-04-05T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:53:45.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long, Moderate, Short, Practically Non-existent</title><content type='html'>I lost my mane... My crown of glory... After PA i grow back! haha My shortest hair ever since army days. Hahaha it's as though I just came out of army. Gained like 2 years plus on my age. Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114425242574937957?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114425242574937957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114425242574937957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114425242574937957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114425242574937957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114425242574937957' title='Long, Moderate, Short, Practically Non-existent'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114406137937782658</id><published>2006-04-03T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:49:39.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM A JULY DUDE~~~ HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>-------------JANUARY BABY--------------------&lt;br /&gt;pretty/handsome. Loves to dress up. Easily bored.&lt;br /&gt;Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to&lt;br /&gt;recover when hurt. Sensitive. Down-to-Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn. Repost this in 5 mins and you will meet&lt;br /&gt;someone new in 8 days that will perfectly balance&lt;br /&gt;your personality.&lt;br /&gt;----------FEBRUARY BABY --------------------&lt;br /&gt;Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and clever. Changing personality.&lt;br /&gt;Attractive. sexiest out of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest&lt;br /&gt;and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves&lt;br /&gt;freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves&lt;br /&gt;aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Gets angry really easily but does not show it.&lt;br /&gt;Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends&lt;br /&gt;but rarely shows it. Horny. Daring and stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.&lt;br /&gt;Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the&lt;br /&gt;inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous.&lt;br /&gt;Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Repost this in 5 mins and you will talk to someone&lt;br /&gt;new and realize that you are a perfect match.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------MARCH BABY --------------------&lt;br /&gt;Attractive personality. sexy. Affectionate Shy and&lt;br /&gt;reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous&lt;br /&gt;and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive to others. Great kisser. Easily angered.&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness.&lt;br /&gt;Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up&lt;br /&gt;feelings. Observant and assesses others.If you&lt;br /&gt;repost this in the next 5 mins, you will meet your&lt;br /&gt;new love in 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;------------------APRIL BABY -------------------&lt;br /&gt;Suave and compromising. Funny and humorous.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn. Very talkative. Calm and cool. Kind and&lt;br /&gt;sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal. Does&lt;br /&gt;work well with others. Very confident. Sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;Positive Attitude. Thinking generous. Good&lt;br /&gt;memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look&lt;br /&gt;for information. Able to cheer evryone up and/or&lt;br /&gt;make them laugh. Able to motivate oneself and&lt;br /&gt;others. Understanding. Fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;Outgoing. Hyper. Bubbly personality. Secretive.&lt;br /&gt;Boy/girl crazy. Loves sports, music, leisure and&lt;br /&gt;traveling. Systematic. hott but has brains. If you&lt;br /&gt;repost this in 5 mins, a cutie that's caught your&lt;br /&gt;eye&lt;br /&gt;will introduce themself and you will realize that&lt;br /&gt;you are very much alike in the next 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------MAY BABY -----------------&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and&lt;br /&gt;highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered.&lt;br /&gt;Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint.&lt;br /&gt;Needs no motivation. Shy towards oppisite sex.&lt;br /&gt;Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to&lt;br /&gt;dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding.&lt;br /&gt;Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good&lt;br /&gt;imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Loves&lt;br /&gt;literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike&lt;br /&gt;being at home. Restless. Not having many&lt;br /&gt;children.&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking. High spirited. If you repost this in the&lt;br /&gt;next 5 minutes, you will become close to someone&lt;br /&gt;you do not speak to much in the next 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;------------JUNE BABY -------------&lt;br /&gt;You've got the best personality and are an&lt;br /&gt;absolute pleasure to be around. You love to make&lt;br /&gt;new friends and be outgoing. You are a great flirt&lt;br /&gt;and more than likely have an a very attractive&lt;br /&gt;partner. a wicked hottie. It is also more than likely&lt;br /&gt;that you have a massive record collection. You&lt;br /&gt;have a great choice in films, and may one day&lt;br /&gt;become a famous actor/actress yourself - heck,&lt;br /&gt;you've got the looks for it!!! IN the next 6 days you&lt;br /&gt;will meet someone that may possibly become&lt;br /&gt;oneof your closest friends, if you repost this in 5&lt;br /&gt;minutes.&lt;br /&gt;----------------JULY BABY --------------&lt;br /&gt;Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to&lt;br /&gt;be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed.&lt;br /&gt;Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily&lt;br /&gt;consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's&lt;br /&gt;feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable.&lt;br /&gt;Emotional temperamental and unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;Moody&lt;br /&gt;and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. spazzy at&lt;br /&gt;times.&lt;br /&gt;Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets.&lt;br /&gt;dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things.&lt;br /&gt;Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;and forms impressions carefully. Caring and&lt;br /&gt;loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of&lt;br /&gt;sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people&lt;br /&gt;through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties&lt;br /&gt;in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods&lt;br /&gt;about the past and the old friends. Waits for&lt;br /&gt;friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive&lt;br /&gt;unless provoked. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt&lt;br /&gt;but takes long to recover. Repost this in the next 5&lt;br /&gt;mins and your reputation will boost someway in&lt;br /&gt;the next 12 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------AUGUST BABY ---------------&lt;br /&gt;outgoing personality. takes risks. feeds on&lt;br /&gt;attention. no self control. kind hearted. self&lt;br /&gt;confident. loud and boisterous. VERY revengeful.&lt;br /&gt;easy to get along with and talk to. has an "every&lt;br /&gt;thing's peachy" attitude. likes talking and singing.&lt;br /&gt;loves music. daydreamer. easily distracted. Hates&lt;br /&gt;not being trusted. BIG imagination. loves to be&lt;br /&gt;loved. hates studying. in need of "that someone".&lt;br /&gt;longs for freedom. rebellious when withheld or&lt;br /&gt;restricted. lives by "no pain no gain" caring.&lt;br /&gt;always a suspect. playful. mysterious. "charming"&lt;br /&gt;or "beautiful" to everyone. stubborn. curious.&lt;br /&gt;independent. strong willed. a fighter. repost in 5&lt;br /&gt;mins and you will meet the love of your life&lt;br /&gt;sometime next month.&lt;br /&gt;------------SEPTEMBER BABY ---------------&lt;br /&gt;Active and dynamic. Decisive and haste but tends&lt;br /&gt;to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself.&lt;br /&gt;Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic.&lt;br /&gt;Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems.&lt;br /&gt;Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and&lt;br /&gt;caring. Suave and generous. Usually you have&lt;br /&gt;many friends. Enjoys to make love. Emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Stubborn. Hasty. Good memory. Moving,&lt;br /&gt;motivates&lt;br /&gt;oneself and others. Loves to travel and explore.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes sexy in a way that only their lover can&lt;br /&gt;understand. if you do not repost this in the next 5&lt;br /&gt;mins, someone very close to you will become mad&lt;br /&gt;at you in the next 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;---------------OCTOBER BABY -------------------&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who love them. Loves&lt;br /&gt;to takes things at the center. Inner and physical&lt;br /&gt;beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry&lt;br /&gt;often. Treats friends importantly. Brave and&lt;br /&gt;fearless. Always making friends. Easily hurt but&lt;br /&gt;recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does&lt;br /&gt;not care to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;Extremely smart, but definitely the hottest AND&lt;br /&gt;sexiest of them all. repost this in 5 mins or you will&lt;br /&gt;not meet the love of your life for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;---------------NOVEMBER BABY --------------------&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy and loyal. Very passionate and&lt;br /&gt;dangerous. Wild at times. Knows how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;Sexy and mysterious. Everyone is drawn towards&lt;br /&gt;your inner and outer beauty and independent&lt;br /&gt;personality. Playful, but secretive. Very emotional&lt;br /&gt;and temperamental sometimes. Meets new people&lt;br /&gt;easily and very social in a group. Fearless and&lt;br /&gt;independent. Can hold their own. Stands out in a&lt;br /&gt;crowd. Essentially very smart. Usually, the&lt;br /&gt;greatest men are born in this month. If you ever&lt;br /&gt;begin a relationship with someone from this month,&lt;br /&gt;hold on to them because their one of a kind. repost&lt;br /&gt;in 5 mins &amp; you will excell in a major event coming&lt;br /&gt;up sometime this month.&lt;br /&gt;---------------DECEMBER BABY ---------------&lt;br /&gt;This straight-up means ur the most good-looking&lt;br /&gt;person possible... better than all of these other&lt;br /&gt;months! Loyal and generous. Patriotic. Competitive&lt;br /&gt;in everything. Active in games and interactions.&lt;br /&gt;Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in&lt;br /&gt;organizations. Fun to be with. Easy to talk to,&lt;br /&gt;though hard to understand. Thinks far with vision,&lt;br /&gt;yet complicated to know. Easily influenced by&lt;br /&gt;kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having lots of&lt;br /&gt;ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to&lt;br /&gt;delay. Choosy and always wants the best.&lt;br /&gt;Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to&lt;br /&gt;joke. Good debating skills. Has that someone&lt;br /&gt;always on his/her mind. Talkative. Daydreamer.&lt;br /&gt;Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Abiding.&lt;br /&gt;Able to show character. one guy/girl kind of&lt;br /&gt;person. Loveable. Easily hurt. Prone to getting&lt;br /&gt;colds. loves music. pretty/handsome. Loves to&lt;br /&gt;dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows&lt;br /&gt;emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive. [A hott new guy/girl will catch your eye&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you will catch theirs too in the next 6 days, if&lt;br /&gt;you repost in 5min]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114406137937782658?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114406137937782658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114406137937782658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114406137937782658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114406137937782658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114406137937782658' title='I AM A JULY DUDE~~~ HAHAHA'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114406035201451043</id><published>2006-04-03T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:32:32.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the mother of God... YUCK WTF</title><content type='html'>For the mother of God. What the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damn tired today, so I slept for the whole of the trip from Boon Lay to Raffles Place. By the time I boarded the North bound train at Raffles Place, I was pretty much refreshed. But little did I expected to be traumatised. DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Chinese couple boarded at City Hall. The lady sat beside me. As there was only one seat, the guy had to stand. He was wearing an orange Le Coq Sportif sleeveless tank. He looked a little like that "Yong Bu Yan Bai" Steven Lim by the way. The lady was quite alright looking, but that's besides the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was holding on the handle bars and leaning on the vertical bar for support. But I can't help but notice this black lump of bush. ARGH! CAN'T he just lean on the bar and not hold the thing?!!! NOoo~~~ SPARE MY EYES PLS~ For that I can tolerate. I know I can, given my tolerance threshold. Next thing you know, he stuck out a pose!!! *Piak forehead* I drew it out for the viewing pleasure.... WAHHAAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/armpit%20man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/armpit%20man.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for that drawing. Then the lady was like laughing away. Then he took out his camera phone for her to help him get a shot. FUCK! He ought to be shot! The camera had flash! Everyone turned to look. ARGH! That IS NOT THE END!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious to their surrounding, or rather, I doubt that they care, he took out a pair of shades! AND *click* goes the second shot! *piak* SAME ARMPIT HAIR POSE SOME MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey look guys, this is a shot of my armpit hair on the Singapore train!" Hahaha endorsing Le coq with armpit hair pose! WAHAHAHAHA. Hmm... that explains the same face as... WAHAHAHAH. Haiz. Sleeveless guys should refrain from parading armpit hair. This experience ain't as traumatizing as that auntie with long arm pit hair dangling. She was wearing sleeveless too... Haiz. HAIR!!! What a chore. Maybe there's an armpit hairdresser 3 years down the road. HAHAHA. For people to do ceramic perms or rebond their hair! Hmm.. Perfect person for endorsing the salon will definately be Ruhua. HAHHAAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114406035201451043?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114406035201451043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114406035201451043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114406035201451043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114406035201451043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114406035201451043' title='For the mother of God... YUCK WTF'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114397424252429404</id><published>2006-04-02T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:16:51.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!!!</title><content type='html'>I was about to blog this post when I realise it's my hundredth post! My My... I sure am a talkative guy. okie wadeva. I'm not in a great mood to bitch about this anyway. My emotions are tearing up my body. "It's tearing up my heart....blah blah blah" Shan't say in detail why. I just wished I didn't stay out the whole of last Saturday night. Haiz. I should have left after watching Superband. It's okie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! I FEEL SO BLARDEE LONELY. No solace to go to for my happiness and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And everything I have in this world,&lt;br /&gt;And all that I'll ever be&lt;br /&gt;It could all fall down around me&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as I have you,&lt;br /&gt;right here by me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh destined one where are u... I will not settle for something less!!!~ Fuck I am going mad. WAHAHAHA&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;219 project. 213 critique. exams . Temporary game over for dot dot dot and dot dot dot. RRRRRRRRRainforest. Hai. My post is so bloody coded.WAHAHAHAHA. Why do I keep falling into paedophilic tendencies.... DAMN&lt;br /&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/15442195-114397424252429404?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114397424252429404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114397424252429404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114397424252429404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114397424252429404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114397424252429404' title='ARGH!!!'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114390444623515081</id><published>2006-04-01T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:14:07.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am addicted to dancing and drinking</title><content type='html'>I am bored. Been drinking alot lately. Went MOS last night. I like smoove~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink. I drink. I dance. I drink. I dance. I see wolves clowning at girls. I laugh when they fail to pick up. I dance. I drink. I send myself to oblivion. Away from stress. From work. From troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when the lights blind my eyes. I get lost in my own world of trance. If ecstacy wasn't harmful, it would be nice to have one once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stopped from ID at the entrance AGAIN. Do I look that fucking young to be rejected from a club. -.-''' I can't stand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114390444623515081?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114390444623515081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114390444623515081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114390444623515081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114390444623515081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114390444623515081' title='I am addicted to dancing and drinking'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114372744870670222</id><published>2006-03-30T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:04:08.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>I am having dreams lately that affect my mood. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dying from endless workload. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am witnessing yet another break up. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am living each day as it passes. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking that examination dates staring me in the eye. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gaining interests in Journals and Business academic reports. Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerdification will soon be a complete process in me. BORED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye. *waves like a geek*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114372744870670222?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114372744870670222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114372744870670222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114372744870670222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114372744870670222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114372744870670222' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114356054751067225</id><published>2006-03-28T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:42:27.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't stand it....</title><content type='html'>No offence to the majority... but I really can't stand those crapsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was talking to an old friend at Canteen B today. Then he asked about my exams, so I told him I will end my exams in 3 days. He gave me the stun look. Then I said, "It's 4 papers in three days." Then he went, "Orh..." He probably thought I am in Business, therefore it's slack. But at least he realised it's not as easy. AT LEAST MY FRIEND HAD BRAINS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike his friend who came along later. He brought my friend's bag along and joined us. At that point of time we were talking about my friend's hallite who did not went home for more than a month, as he was rushing his FYP in school. Immediately the newcomer guy (Mr. Crapstick) went, "Aiyah, their projects are more time consuming kind, but ours more siong, need to analyze this and that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-''' CAN'T FUCKING STAND IT. I just smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I can't fucking see his point. Can Mr Crapstick tell me how do you write a 20 page essay on China's fixed exchange rate without analyzing the economic conditions, political factors,etc etc? In all due respect, I do agree you need an analysis of your data of your experiments to make a good lab report. But by making such a comment, I really doubt your ability to ANALYZE. CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;2) SOME people (I do mean some) LOVE to go on blabbering about how heavy their workload is. How many subjects they have to take. SHUDDAP LA. If it's so siong, why choose the course in the first place? If you can't take the hardship, finish the compulsory secondary school education and go beg or something. But I do understand that a certain degree of grumbling is necessary to relieve some stress. So I don't really mind hearing these from friends. Cause we are always there for each other. But I really hate it when people undermine other's work. It's not even on a comparable basis in the first place. Try comparing an apple and an telephone. Mass? Size? Shape? wadeva. Ya lor, we are slack lor... so be JEALOUS... be DAMN DAMN JEALOUS k? Too bad lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Oh ya.. You are ALL SOOOOO SUPERIOR TOO~ *bows*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PUI! Crapsticks. I am not refering to my friends when I say this. Coz I LOVE my friends, and they definately DO NOT have the myopic, naive brain of that bugger. SORRY FRIENDS IF YOU FEEL OFFENDED. STUPID BUGGER...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114356054751067225?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114356054751067225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114356054751067225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114356054751067225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114356054751067225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114356054751067225' title='Can&apos;t stand it....'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114345779182893546</id><published>2006-03-27T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T19:09:51.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice poem quoted  by my Money and Banking prof...</title><content type='html'>李杜诗篇众口传，&lt;br /&gt;到人已决不新鲜；&lt;br /&gt;江山代有才人出，&lt;br /&gt;各领风骚五十年。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114345779182893546?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114345779182893546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114345779182893546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114345779182893546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114345779182893546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114345779182893546' title='Nice poem quoted  by my Money and Banking prof...'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114337184290410567</id><published>2006-03-26T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T19:17:24.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible trinity</title><content type='html'>Just like the impossible trinity theory taken from economics, I realised life has its own impossible trinity, restricted by time. Work, Play or Sleep. You can only choose 2 and HAVE to forgo the third because it's IMPOSSIBLE to have 3. Unless you have like 48hours. Given any day, I would choose work and play I guess. Sleeping is a pure waste of time, except that I need my beauty sleep from time to time to replenish my skin cells. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 730am this morning. Madness. I really love staying out late on my Saturday nights, with my group of friends. Drinking, dancing and bullcrapping away. It's really a great form of stress relief for me from my week of nonsense. A good way to relieve myself from all the unhappiness from DCF models, economic theories, SPSS outputs, etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confused. Very confused. Not that I am depressed. Just confused. Not a good feeling at all. I am procrastinating because I am confused. The workload will bury me six feet under very soon. Maybe seven? eight? I don't know. I need a solace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114337184290410567?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114337184290410567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114337184290410567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114337184290410567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114337184290410567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114337184290410567' title='Impossible trinity'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114320614740707686</id><published>2006-03-24T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T02:47:28.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Attachment....</title><content type='html'>Wad a nice name. For such a dumb program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phase 3 companies are SHIT! It's like asking a banking and finance student to do accounting for a provisional shop or a kopi tiam. Who would choose such companies?! Those left with no choice.&lt;br /&gt;STUPID enough to put such choices for us in Phase 2, KNOWING that such STUPID companies will eventually go to phase 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to IRAS. And to think I hate working in government agencies. Anyway, whatever. It's the call center anyway. "Hi, May I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-''' VERY professional indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think the pay will be VERY low. This sucks. Only good thing about it is that... it's one stop from my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt I will even be required to wear PROfessionally... I think after a few days we will be in tshirt and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFESSIONAL ATTACHMENT... tsk tsk...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114320614740707686?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114320614740707686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114320614740707686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114320614740707686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114320614740707686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114320614740707686' title='Professional Attachment....'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114282167806785754</id><published>2006-03-20T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T10:27:58.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!!!! I look like shit....</title><content type='html'>I am DEPRESSED! I cut my hair!!! ARGH! SHORTER AND SHORTER.... Haiz... soon i will be bald... DEPREsSED... I don't have nice skin... else I wun be so depressed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114282167806785754?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114282167806785754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114282167806785754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114282167806785754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114282167806785754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114282167806785754' title='ARGH!!!! I look like shit....'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114233213401443940</id><published>2006-03-14T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T18:28:54.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>I will be gone for a month. No time to blog. Nothing interesting in particular to blog anyway. Books, school, blah blah blah wake up, eat, blah blah. What's so interesting in putting an entry on my daily routine right? So ya, I'll be gone. Don't miss me dear bloggy~ I'll be back after exams. I see great future! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry bloggy~ If anything interesting POPS up, I will definately tell you first hand! Heh. Love ya~ my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114233213401443940?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114233213401443940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114233213401443940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114233213401443940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114233213401443940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114233213401443940' title='Gone'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114182959737920356</id><published>2006-03-08T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:17:32.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我爱你。。。永远永远</title><content type='html'>Is there anyone on this world who loves you alot? Who loves you unconditionally? Who forgives your every mistake and flaw? Who loves every single bit of your soul, body and heart? Who thinks of you day in day out? Who cares about you more than they care for themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you found such a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to die for her. I love her. I feel loved. Very very much loved. I am but a blessed kid. I love my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.L.O.V.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with her today. Held her hands the whole journey. I could feel her trust in me. I could feel the love we have. After I sent her home, I went to develop some photos. Of which is the one I took with her. Bought a frame, put it in and gave it to her as her belated birthday present. My heart melted when I saw her smile. Popo.... You're the cutest gift I ever had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114182959737920356?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114182959737920356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114182959737920356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114182959737920356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114182959737920356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114182959737920356' title='我爱你。。。永远永远'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114174075389042101</id><published>2006-03-07T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T22:12:33.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Period.</title><content type='html'>I am feeling very down these days. I don't know whatever the reasons I'm feeling down for. I get these sudden shocks of momentary fear. It's like one moment you're standing on the MRT, waiting to alight at the next stop; the very next moment, the whole of your body is swept by this surge of fear passing through. It's like a tsunami wave surging into a peaceful seaside village, engulfing the whole of me in seconds. The fear, the helplessness..... The emptiness. It doesn't allow any lag time for any form of defense mechanism to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could clearly feel its presence. I know what it is. I definately know. It's death. I recognise that fear. I believe I do, at the very least. Thoughts will race my mind as the fear tries to suck my emotions into this emotional black hole it created in my heart. My favourite defensive move would be to ignore such thoughts or emotions, knowing that it will eventually pass. I can't. Don't ask me why I can't. Can you stand outside your doorstep of your fishing hut, and ignore the tsunami wave as it arrives? Don't be dumb. Of course it will pass. Hell yeah it will pass ALL OVER YOUR FUCKING BODY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. That's what I'm feeling. Defenseless against this barrage of emotions....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114174075389042101?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114174075389042101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114174075389042101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114174075389042101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114174075389042101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114174075389042101' title='Down Period.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114166204622212037</id><published>2006-03-07T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T00:20:46.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>I wanna leave this place. I wanna leave leave leave!!!! I wanna leave myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chains.....Chains.... Chain-ED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114166204622212037?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114166204622212037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114166204622212037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114166204622212037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114166204622212037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114166204622212037' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114163370266694448</id><published>2006-03-06T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:28:22.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>歌曲：你到底爱谁</title><content type='html'>一个人喝醉好想找个人来陪&lt;br /&gt;我们之间有太多的误会&lt;br /&gt;爱不能再沉睡&lt;br /&gt;是可悲是摧毁&lt;br /&gt;我不要再为谁掉眼泪&lt;br /&gt;爱过才后悔想要用酒来麻醉&lt;br /&gt;我们之间有太多的误会&lt;br /&gt;爱不能再沉睡&lt;br /&gt;是可悲是摧毁&lt;br /&gt;我不要再为谁而心碎&lt;br /&gt;求求你给我个机会&lt;br /&gt;不要再对爱说无所谓&lt;br /&gt;如果相爱是眼泪&lt;br /&gt;就让我们用真心去面对&lt;br /&gt;求求你给我个机会&lt;br /&gt;不要再对爱说无所谓&lt;br /&gt;留下了太多伤悲&lt;br /&gt;告诉我你到底爱着谁&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114163370266694448?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114163370266694448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114163370266694448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114163370266694448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114163370266694448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114163370266694448' title='歌曲：你到底爱谁'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114159940074131112</id><published>2006-03-06T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:26:34.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My ever-present principle of life.</title><content type='html'>The rule of the animals: Survival of the fittest. Void of emotions on one hand, on the other, detection of emotions is more often than not essential in this world of complex homosepians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live by this rule of survival. It governs the reality of life. If one is weak, let one be. Soon they will grow strong or be eliminated. If one is strong, kill it and bring it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governments should stop protectionism. Okie I am crapping about the government part. Haha. It's obvious without intervention, it would have taken probably 10000 years for the economy to rectify its own issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents and friends should stop protectionism. If you love them, let them go. If they are strong, they will return. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114159940074131112?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114159940074131112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114159940074131112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114159940074131112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114159940074131112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114159940074131112' title='My ever-present principle of life.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114158080050959784</id><published>2006-03-06T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T06:54:29.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>情深的一句</title><content type='html'>冷风吹心里空虚&lt;br /&gt;车飞向远方&lt;br /&gt;在无力伤心的人是谁&lt;br /&gt;人渐累情也渐累&lt;br /&gt;停住了的心偏却是醉&lt;br /&gt;咀边湿透是泪&lt;br /&gt;没有勇气说再会又伴随&lt;br /&gt;推不开心中的罪&lt;br /&gt;留住你我放弃了负累&lt;br /&gt;再拚命追&lt;br /&gt;渡过的从前今天过去&lt;br /&gt;明了原来曾令你真的太心碎&lt;br /&gt;明白到心死不可再追&lt;br /&gt;喔...喔...&lt;br /&gt;面对当年情真心说句&lt;br /&gt;祈求完全原谅我当初的不对&lt;br /&gt;在你离开的一刻说出&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(225, 9, 0);"&gt;情深的一句&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;唯一的一句&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114158080050959784?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114158080050959784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114158080050959784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114158080050959784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114158080050959784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114158080050959784' title='情深的一句'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114113770167545202</id><published>2006-02-28T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:41:41.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE! LOTS OF THEM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/Image%28226%291%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/Image%28226%291%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114113770167545202?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114113770167545202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114113770167545202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114113770167545202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114113770167545202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114113770167545202' title='LOVE! LOTS OF THEM!'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114113752683450310</id><published>2006-02-28T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T22:38:46.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm Crooked mind of mine....</title><content type='html'>I was at Mos Burger just now. YA! One would realise by now that I am ALWAYS at Mos Burger. It's nice food, so you can't blame me yeah? Not to mention the nice ambience and temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, the thing here is that, I was eating. After finishing my papers, I started observing the people around. There was this group of 3 old peeps. They were conversing in sign language, so I can assume that they are mute or deaf. Then as usual, my crooked mind started drifting off. Hmm... How cool it is to be able to learn something like that. UNFORTUNATELY, they were born handicapped. FORTUNATELY, such language was invented. UNFORTUNATELY, they have no privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, you wanting to whisper a secret into your friend's ear. Haiz... Everything that you say, people can see. For speech, one can't eavesdrop on you if they are far. For sign language, I can still know the content of your "conversation" even if I am seated a dsitance from you. How sad is that to have everyone "eavesdropping" on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PRIVACY AT ALL! sad. But it's really cool to have someone invent such a language. God bless that guy. Erm... whichever God you believe in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114113752683450310?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114113752683450310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114113752683450310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114113752683450310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114113752683450310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114113752683450310' title='Hmmm Crooked mind of mine....'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114105426468610692</id><published>2006-02-27T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T23:33:19.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow~~ Nice vid....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bn7pW2RIumw&amp;amp;search=one%20litre%20of%20tears"&gt;Superb Clip: One Litre of Tears&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of u who thinks this got anything to do with the nyp one... You WAIT LONG LONG la k? Hahaha This is some nice nice nice touching scenes man. Of course you need a nice nice nice touchable chio bu to go along. WAHAHA. No la. Just plain cute. Like shen tian gong zi. If I got such gf, I would become a vegeterian... ROITE..... Wait lor.. wait.... But of course I know I can't la. You gotta be cute like that guy in the clip. Me??? NOT even C.L.O.S.E~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114105426468610692?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114105426468610692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114105426468610692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114105426468610692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114105426468610692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114105426468610692' title='Wow~~ Nice vid....'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114080139394670043</id><published>2006-02-25T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T01:16:34.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>It's over. Body to ashes. Everyone teared. Haiz. Gone with the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took care of this Down's Syndrome kid for 2 days of the funeral. I also don't know why he was so glued to me. Maybe I bothered to answer all his questions on the first day. Haiz. I pity him. I know how it feels like to be looked at with sympathy in everyone's eyes. I know how it feels like to be looked at, by eyes that gives you weird stares. I don't have Down's Syndrome la. But at times when my rash breaks out, ya... I feel disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta admit, sympathetic as I was, my patience still ended. I couldn't stand his endless questioning and irritance. Okie. I KNOW I am irritating most of the time. But this time I concede. He basicaly glued to me and irritate. But haiz. What can I do? I can't ask him to go away. I can't bear to hurt his feelings. What mixed feelings I had. All I can say is that, he is not that bad as other kids with DS. I have seen much worse. You attempt to teach them painting and get yourself painted, screamed at, and slapped and scratched. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he was quite cute when we had to follow the van with the coffin. He held so tightly to my hand. He was scared that he had to see the body and told me he did not want to follow. "I want to go home la." Haha. So cute. It's like he has logical thinking of a primary 5 kid (maybe more), but a EQ of a 3 year old. His frontal lobes must be of the same size as his amylgada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night when we burnt the offerings, he shouted at his mum. He asked her to shut up. I told him that it was very rude. He was apologetic. =) He knew it was rude. But know why he did what he did? He started complaining to me that his mum would not let him do anything. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of him for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cried. Haiz. At that point when the coffin was lifted, a thought came to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“既有死，何为生？”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. It sounds like the Zhuge Liang and Zhou Yu line. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;生老病死&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the four, the seemingly most positive word is "live".&lt;br /&gt;But think of it, if you don't have the most positive word, you can avoid the 3 remaining VERY negative words. Haiz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114080139394670043?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114080139394670043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114080139394670043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114080139394670043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114080139394670043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114080139394670043' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114072058346614011</id><published>2006-02-24T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T02:49:43.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More thoughts on customs and life.</title><content type='html'>Got back from my dad's uncle's funeral. Today was the last night of his funeral, so we had some customs to follow. The priests chanted the prayers, led us in circles and over the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grand aunty broke down and cried. (not his wife la) Haiz. He died peacefully, didn't wake up the next morning. It led me to see how fragile can life be. How suddenly can certain things occur, just like that. He works at my grand aunty's bak kut teh. Then, one fine day, he just didn't appear for work. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the rites? Does a third dimension really exist? Does the rites really do what they are supposed to do? Or are they only a show for those still alive? Since they are customs, I follow. I just hope he rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the burning of the house, car, money, etc. as an offering to my dad's uncle. They distributed canes for us to hit the ground, in an attempt to alert the recipients to come and collect the items. Haiz. Seeing everything going up in flame and hitting the cane on the ground really brings a gush of emotions into me. Life. Now you see it, now you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffin gave me many thoughts as well. I thought of many many years down. Haiz. I am already 23 this coming birthday and I have yet to achieve my goals. I have really got to work hard. And so what if I achieved my goals? I will still end up in the box someday. Haiz. If only there is eternal life and no offspring. Aeon Flux may be the suckiest film ever. But I DO wish I could live in that environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114072058346614011?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114072058346614011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114072058346614011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114072058346614011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114072058346614011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114072058346614011' title='More thoughts on customs and life.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114067563470636365</id><published>2006-02-23T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T14:20:34.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For friends, whom I have neglected... For friends, whom I did not neglect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/i%20care.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/i%20care.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114067563470636365?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114067563470636365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114067563470636365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114067563470636365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114067563470636365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114067563470636365' title='For friends, whom I have neglected... For friends, whom I did not neglect.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114063213971971330</id><published>2006-02-23T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T02:15:39.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sail Sail Sail.... BURNT</title><content type='html'>Went sailing on Tuesday! Sailing X!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached Changi Sailing Club at around 1020. *dark clouds looming..* SHIT! Alex wasn't there that that. If it rained, it would mean that I would be playing STUPID orientation games with the participants. Oh how dumb can it get right? They are here for sailing, NOT STUPID ORIENTATION GAMES. Anyway, I forewarned them during theory lessons just in case. I even felt DROPLETS of rain. But warning them before hand, I was actually hoping that with more people praying hard for a "DRY" day, the rain would not come. And it actually didn't rain! With all the dark clouds and all, MAN was I relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took an Arab guy as my first participant. Amil I think was his name. Funny, I think they apparently thought that they might not get wet, because he wore track pants! I mean who wears track pants to sail. Not unless we are setting sail on a cruise ship. No offense though but I realli had a hard time communicating. He was like going "Yes Yes Yes" at everything I said but when I told him to point or bear, his face went blank. *faint* After the event I heard I made him seasick. Haha. It's not my fault okie. Strong winds and choppy waves. Who can you blame? The bloody Pico mast came off! I was like sailing halfway then I realised, eh? how come the mast looks like it's so weird. FUCK. It's not in the hole. I told Jessica to watch me as I sailed back shore. 5 seconds on the run back.... the mast broke the bracket and down it came... WAHAHAHA. Well done. Back at shore, Shawn came back too. Luckily he came back, his laser's downhaul was not rigged! The daggerboard was not secured! Luckily he didn't capsize man. I took the laser and OUT I WENT! WEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a girl next. I didn't manage to teach her much. She could barely sail before I had to take the next participant. Didn't manage to talk much also. She was quite cute. Anyway, she was quite crazy. She capsized and she was so happy. She was saying "FUN FUN!" all the way. Haha it was a bit saddistic to me la. But seeing her zest for it, I was quite motivated to teach her well also. PLUS her cuteness made me quite patient. Hahahaha. YA I AM BIASED! SO WAD?! She impressed me by uprighting the Laser by herself okie. I was like stunned. Okie. She is one determined girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is a big guy. My favourite student for the day. A fast learner. If I can teach them about tell tales, means they learn quite fast. He did a natural turn during tacks. It was not exactly a GOOD one but good enough for a beginner. Apparently, I heard he sailed before. CHEY! But I enjoyed teaching him, because I didn't have much stress when avoiding the yachts and buoys that are around the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, YET another big guy. He was a quite a scaredy cat for a guy that big in my opinion. I was quite tired by then, from all the capsizing and repeating the same materials all over. I thought I could let the 3rd guy sail on his own for a while, as I rested. But before I could get a good rest, he was asked to be swapped with this 3rd guy. NOOOO!!!!! *faint* To make this worse, this 4th guy was quite afraid of the rocking of the boat and the boom swinging. Haiz. I give up. You can't learn much when you are in fear. First you have to overcome that fear, control the boat and not let it control you. Go with an attitude that defies death itself, like that zesty girl. I can say, at the end of the day, he wouldn't pass IF there was a test. I wanted to throw him into the water by gybing, till he overcomes his fear. However, I was too tired to do so by then, so I let him handle the boat by himself and play along with the controls. He actually drank some sea water when uprighting, because he forget to let go of the dagger board when the boat uprighted. He went under water of course. Then I took pity on him, though I was extremely frustrated with myself entering the sea so frequently. Oh well, at least my mast didn't break like the other Laser's.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/brokenmast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/brokenmast.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THAT'S ME BEHIND! Haha! I was too happily sailing to care about accidents. It's Jessica's business. Hahaha. BUY 4D! Zoom in at his boat number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally burnt! How would you like your Hong En sir? Erm, WELL CHARRED! Thanks to the many dips I had that washed off my sun block. Oh ya! I almost lost my cap. Wee Tee picked it up. LUCKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, I was pleased! Why? Because I felt like I worked out my abs and lost a few kg. But I ate a nasi lemak after sailing. Ding Tai Feng (5 xiao long bao, chicken soup ramen), Double Cheeseburger meal back at TPY central. -.-'' wasted effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee Tee successfully contemplated a Jolene throw into the pool, but got kicked in himself. I MANAGED TO EVADE THE LES ATTACK! HAHAHA! Too bad... Too bad~~ =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----End-----&lt;br /&gt;(shall update when i get more pictures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I woke up today at 1030. Because my mei told me that my dad's uncle died. Haiz. Ate 3 slices of bread. Watched a lil tv. Slept back till 4 pm. Had dinner at food court. Jap food's quality worsen. SADLY. Tori Karaage set, with shisamo, maguro sashimi and iced green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM REALLY GROWING FAT! OMFG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My jogging plans are gone for the next few days because of the funeral. Hmm. I just hope he rest in peace. Was on the car just now, and I was imagining me driving my own car next time with my girlfriend next to me. Haiz. I have the tendency to imagine things that will happen in future. I wonder if I would imagine my death when I am 50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114063213971971330?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114063213971971330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114063213971971330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114063213971971330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114063213971971330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114063213971971330' title='Sail Sail Sail.... BURNT'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114043422967039153</id><published>2006-02-20T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:17:09.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.</title><content type='html'>Such a beautiful line it is. Of course those who know me well will know it is way beyond my intelligence to come up with something of this calibre. I am lazy in quoting his name because of the weird non-English character in his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories seem to grow sweeter with each day of absence. Regret seems to grow stronger with each blast of sweet memory. Of course I am talking about love. Just as it works with love, it works with hatred too. Hatred grows the same way as love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a person of little patience. I no longer have the patience to finish this little entry of mine so I shall end it here. And I have the sudden urge for a gin tonic, a vodka lime, etc. Just a glass of cocktail. Why is it a Monday....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114043422967039153?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114043422967039153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114043422967039153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114043422967039153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114043422967039153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114043422967039153' title='Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114037267825380955</id><published>2006-02-20T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T02:11:18.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WA WA WA!!! I am DAMN EXCITED!!!</title><content type='html'>JJ NEW ALBUM IS OUT!!! soon... I love it love it!! CAO CAO!!!  Go Buy Go Buy!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/jj-caocao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/jj-caocao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114037267825380955?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114037267825380955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114037267825380955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114037267825380955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114037267825380955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114037267825380955' title='WA WA WA!!! I am DAMN EXCITED!!!'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114036886237260633</id><published>2006-02-20T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T01:07:42.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I still single. HAHAHA Based on tickle tests.... quite true</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Heng, you're single because you&lt;span class="bigheader"&gt; don't want to settle&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;                                                     &lt;p&gt;You, more than others, have a fairy tale fantasy of how things should be. Ever since you were a kid, you've probably dreamed of the perfect wedding, coming home to a white picket fence, dog, and 2.2 kids (how does that work, anyway?). When someone asks what you're looking for, you don't skip a beat: You're likely to have a handy checklist that details your perfect partner. Hair and eye color, height, religion, education, career, interests, the list goes on.&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's great to have standards — Hey, you shouldn't have to settle, after all — there's one slight glitch in your master plan: No one has made the grade in real life — at least not yet. Next time you're out with someone, keep yourself from mentally checking that list, and give love — and others — a chance. That special someone who you've written off may be perfect for you after all...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span class="bigheader"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114036886237260633?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114036886237260633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114036886237260633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114036886237260633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114036886237260633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114036886237260633' title='Why am I still single. HAHAHA Based on tickle tests.... quite true'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114036827419527863</id><published>2006-02-20T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T00:57:54.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha... Probably... Quite true</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Heng, you're looking for a Frisky Fling&lt;/h3&gt;                  &lt;div class="testresultpic"&gt;           &lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/tests/lookingfor/images/frisky_s.gif" alt="" border="0" height="115" width="120" /&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;                                     &lt;p&gt;You're ready for an adventurous, free-spirited affair to remember. And if it comes in the form of someone who shakes up your world a bit, helps you expand your horizons, then decides to stay for awhile — all the better. &lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that you don't want a serious relationship. It's just that you might rather get there with someone who's equally committed to having fun for now. Ever wanted to drive up the coast or across your town in a red convertible? Interested in staying at a restaurant so late the chef himself joins you at the table for a late night cappuccino? Or are you really more into a no-strings-attached companion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some people, a good fling starts with someone you can spend the whole day in bed with — whether you're under the covers or playing cards in your PJs. But for others a fling is just a light-hearted approach to finding a different way to spend quality time with someone new.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114036827419527863?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114036827419527863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114036827419527863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114036827419527863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114036827419527863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114036827419527863' title='Hahaha... Probably... Quite true'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-114015405387846710</id><published>2006-02-17T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T13:27:33.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Analyst....</title><content type='html'>Wa FINALLY DONE WITH MY ANALYST REPORT! I don't care if I can win. It's just a sense of satisfaction upon completion. Since Tuesday, I have been slogging my guts out for it. Reading annual report, summary report and various analyst reports to get the format and information right. FINALLY DONE!! SO HAPPY! More like so relieved. The results should not be as satisfactory but then I managed to compile all the information into a report to call my own. EXHILARATING man.... now I can sleep. AFTER I submit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-114015405387846710?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/114015405387846710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=114015405387846710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114015405387846710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/114015405387846710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114015405387846710' title='THE Analyst....'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113991736775267354</id><published>2006-02-14T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T19:42:47.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><content type='html'>I love Valentine's Day. It's the best day of every year. Wanna know why? Because it is the day where there is the highest number of break ups! Best.... Wahahaha JOIN ME.... *evil grinz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113991736775267354?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113991736775267354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113991736775267354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113991736775267354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113991736775267354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113991736775267354' title='Valentine'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113976069133288186</id><published>2006-02-13T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:11:31.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>王宏恩复活了</title><content type='html'>I will not be beaten again. The greatest enemy is still myself. I am a poor, ugly student now. I will not succumb to my destiny by being myself. I will overcome myself.  Mark this day, for from today onwards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;王宏恩从今以后不会被打倒。。。。。。我是最强的。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113976069133288186?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113976069133288186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113976069133288186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113976069133288186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113976069133288186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113976069133288186' title='王宏恩复活了'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113972899009718640</id><published>2006-02-12T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:23:10.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This person will be gone for a while.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/slump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/slump.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED some time to think things thru'. Haiz. Moody. Under the moon. Dampest slump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actually moody because I missed a chance to say bye. ARGH loser. BYE BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113972899009718640?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113972899009718640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113972899009718640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113972899009718640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113972899009718640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113972899009718640' title='This person will be gone for a while.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113950294611938978</id><published>2006-02-10T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T00:35:46.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>スパdiao.... SUPER DIAO! Grrr...</title><content type='html'>There is this girl who is a good friend of brother, whom I worked with during a certan exhibition for 2 days, whom I thought looked like a certain HK actress......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN DIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was telling bro," Later you see.... confirm will use damn diao way.. cause got me." He didn't believe. Then he saw. Damn curious. What the heck... so 拽 for wad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I damn curious... Maybe is my error in perception. Whether it's my or her cognitive mental process of evaluating me or her diaoness... I am damn curious to find out what is the diao-ness all about. Pardon my english for I can't write well when emotions are involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113950294611938978?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113950294611938978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113950294611938978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113950294611938978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113950294611938978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113950294611938978' title='スパdiao.... SUPER DIAO! Grrr...'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113931732013936471</id><published>2006-02-07T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:02:00.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>General Observation</title><content type='html'>I realised MOS burger is a super popular spot for insurance agents. Can someone tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised the poor people are increasing in numbers and appearing more often on the streets. Most of them are old. How much more sucky can it get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I am unhappy most of the time while some people can be happy most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised my memory is failing day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised crime rate are falling but crime news on the papers are increasing absurd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I am 23 and I have achieved nothing in my 21 years of life besides education. (2 years wasted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised the average male Singaporean leads a pathetic life. Graduate at 24. Work a few years. If going for master degree at 30, how many years of working life you have left till retirement? Not much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113931732013936471?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113931732013936471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113931732013936471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113931732013936471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113931732013936471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113931732013936471' title='General Observation'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113923772562964597</id><published>2006-02-06T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:55:25.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;GOOD MOVE HONG EN! CLAP CLAP! I am so so damn happy I jioed brother to Bugis! WAHAHAHA lalala~ Saw her again! The SUPER DUPER DUPER chio bu! My heart was pounding when I spotted her! BIK POK BIK POK the whole escalator, and I was &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;overjoyed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and excited for like 15 minutes after. Oh I was going up and she was going down. I saw her smile at the end of it all… Almost melted… &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Excited&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for rest of the day, though there is not much of the day left. No more bio-ing of girls &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALL NOT INTERESTED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;*ecstasy* *euphoria* *Floating……*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; OMG&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;SUPER HAPPY!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Got home…. REALISED my phone is spoiled! Cannot charge!! ARGH! Please NOOOOOO!~~!!!~! Called Jas to apologize I can’t keep my word. Then I went about searching for warranty card. Sister’s phone’s spoilt. My phone’s spoilt. KAOZ! SAD. In the dumps… Low to the max!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;SUPER SAD….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I chatted online for like 1 minute when I decided to try again. HEY! It’s working now! Lalala~ *Charging phone* Wheee~ &lt;b style=""&gt;BACK TO ECSTATIC MODE&lt;/b&gt;!!!! WAHAHAHAHA Lalala~ DAY DREAM!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;SUPER HAPPY!!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Justified everything I have lived for. A roller coaster ride &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;worth&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; riding. &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;GREAT GREAT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; day!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;[On a side-note: Credit cards are like Prinkles. Once you pop, you can’t stop!]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Time to day dream lo! Wahaha! Lalala~ &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mesmerising&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; smile! And I managed to make brother admit she is an ANOSA! Lalala~ SHE IS TRULY A SUPER SUPER ANOSA!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;[On another side-note: I notice I wasn’t too happy this morning. What a sad entry in the morning, but a day ended in &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;euphoria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Cool!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113923772562964597?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113923772562964597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113923772562964597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113923772562964597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113923772562964597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113923772562964597' title='Roller Coaster Day'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113915776685367917</id><published>2006-02-06T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:42:46.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Hearts need no tears. Leave my love to die. Crucify it</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="bluenormal"&gt;Crucify          My Love &lt;a name="crucifymylove"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="normal"&gt;Words &amp;amp; Music by Yoshiki&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="normal"&gt;Crucify          my love - If my love is blind&lt;br /&gt;        Crucify my love - If it sets me free&lt;br /&gt;      Never          know, Never trust&lt;br /&gt;      That          love should see a color&lt;br /&gt;      Crucify          my love - If it should be that way &lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="normal"&gt;Swing          the heartache - Feel          it inside out&lt;br /&gt;When          the wind cries - I'll          say good bye&lt;br /&gt;         Tried to learn, Tried to find&lt;br /&gt;        To reach out for eternity&lt;br /&gt;Where's          the answer - Is          this forever &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="normal"&gt;Like a river flowing          to the sea&lt;br /&gt;      You'll be miles away,          and I will know&lt;br /&gt;      I know I can deal          with the pain&lt;br /&gt;      No reason to cry&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="normal"&gt;Crucify my love -          If my love is          blind&lt;br /&gt;Crucify my love -          If it sets me          free&lt;br /&gt;Never know, Never          trust&lt;br /&gt;That love should see          a color&lt;br /&gt;Crucify my love -          If it should          be that way &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="normal"&gt;'Til the lonliness          shadows the sky&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sailing down          and I will know&lt;br /&gt;      I know I can clear          the clouds away&lt;br /&gt;      Oh is it a crime to          love &lt;/p&gt;           &lt;p class="normal"&gt;Swing the heartache          - Feel it inside          out&lt;br /&gt;When the wind cries          - I'll say good          bye&lt;br /&gt;Tried to learn, Tried          to find&lt;br /&gt;To reach out for eternity&lt;br /&gt;Where's the answer          - Is this forever         &lt;br /&gt;If my love is blind         &lt;br /&gt;      Crucify my love -          If it sets me          free&lt;br /&gt;Never know, Never          trust&lt;br /&gt;That love should          see a color&lt;br /&gt;Crucify my love -          If it should          be that way &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113915776685367917?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113915776685367917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113915776685367917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113915776685367917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113915776685367917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113915776685367917' title='Frozen Hearts need no tears. Leave my love to die. Crucify it'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113898077259162424</id><published>2006-02-03T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T23:32:52.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing techniques.....</title><content type='html'>Went Hard Rock Cafe with friends on Wednesday. Saw one waitress that looked like Xian. Pretty with big eyes. Hee hee. Come to Hard Rock Cafe, we make sure you enjoy your stay with NICE AMBIENCE. Hahaha! The food used ingredients with quality, but chef with no quality. Hahaha Or so I thought la. Maybe I am not ang moh pai enough to appreciate HRC's food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway sitting behind was this damn cute boy. Hahaha it started with him coughing. Then I turned back and his aunt/mum asked him to apologise to me. Then his hand came over and I tapped his fingers. Hahaha. Then he went, " Who touch me?!" Hahaha. In his baby toddler's #@&amp;%)!@ kind of voice of course. So cute! Soon we started playing! Hahaha. Show you peeps his pictures. I doubt his parents will mind la since I am promoting his cuteness.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/Image%28229%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/Image%28229%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha!! NEY~~ He censored it himself with the menu! Hahaha. He was posing then suddenly Swoosh~ came the menu. Hahaha! So cute right? Okie Okie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/Image%28230%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/Image%28230%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha Ta Da~~ He was trying to recommend me some stuff on the menu. See the badge on his tee? The waiter couldn't resist his cuteness too. After this, he was dancing away to the music. Then he ran to the stage for more dancing! Haha future clubber to be. Got potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went for a movie, I Not Stupid 2. I don't think I need to say the title because the whole world seems to be watching it. But it is really nice. Since so many people are watching it, I bet you have heard about it so much that there is no need for my persuasion. So ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're opening a eatery, be like hard rock. Sell sucky food never mind. Play sucky music that is not even rock never mind. Just have to have to have an ANOSA waitress. Just have to shower cute kids with gifts so they come back and brighten up the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went bugis just now. Enter Sembawang music... The Koda Kumi cd was beside the  大长今 cd. Both are selling  3 cds for the price of 1. But the Koda Kumi one was 10 dollars more than the 大长今 . If it's 32.90 and 2.90, I think I also will buy Koda Kumi. Who in the right mind will buy 大长今?!?! For free I also need to consider if my house has the capacity to hold such crap. What a great marketing technique. Put a piece of shit beside a grass, the grass also will look like a flower. It's like how some people like to choose not-so-pretty friends to take pictures with. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/Image%28231%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/Image%28231%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113898077259162424?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113898077259162424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113898077259162424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113898077259162424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113898077259162424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113898077259162424' title='Marketing techniques.....'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113864220264565818</id><published>2006-01-31T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T02:50:20.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINESE NEW YEAR SAGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese New Year Eve of Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dbl O. Hip hop! Stupid Cheryl.... School uniform bash at Momo make us go Dbl O. No kinky shit. Haiz. Hip Hop I like... Hip hop crowd... HAIZ... SIAN ZI BUA. If not for Jansen sharing cab with Cheryl..... First time I had sehz sehz feeling. Hahaha walk also can't walk straight. Kana giap by door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chinese New Year Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FWAH! WAR ah.. Went Chinatown with the beloved couple and their friend, Winnie. Not my mei. I really felt like it's a war zone. People pushing and squeezing, to charge to the front of the mua chee store. $3 one plastic bag full. BUT EVERY STORE ALSO SELLING!!! So kan cheong for fuck. The $1 coconut was very nice! I love cocouts.. Hee hee HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherilyn bought a sticky "sai" ( shit) for Simon. You will see that this is a destined move for Simon... Hahaha ( To be con't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/Image%28219%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/Image%28219%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Sai....we even filmed a video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, our direction of people were stuck. Those in the other direction were "stronger" and they moved... Shannon ( last guy of our group, we were in a single file) passed a message to the front ( I was the first), "The aunty behind me very funny." The moment I heard the message....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"大家加油！我们不要放弃！！我们可以的！我们一定要往前冲！不可以输给他们！&lt;/span&gt;(them refering to those people in the opposite direction)" Raising her fists as she shouts, like a politician! Hahaha. Then she started pushing... and we moved along haha. Then as she pushed she apologised hahaha! "Sollie Sollie...我们也是这样..." So cute the auntie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried carrot cake in Chinatown "food street" is very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to the car, saw one couple of gays across the street. YUCKS! At first, the ang moh holding the ass of the botak Asian guy. Then I nudged Shannon, "Eh. Gay Gay!!" Same moment... They started kissing away, leaning on the back of a lorry. WA KAOZ! I can see they really buay tahan(can't stand it) liao... Urge too strong. French Kiss LA! HOW SICK! Then I imagine my tongue in a guy's mouth or his tongue in mine.... YUCK! NO WAY MAN! I CAN NEVER BE GAY! NONONONO! TOO SICK for me. They started holding hands and flagged for cab. Realising they can't, they stopped holding hands and managed to get one. Poor auntie cab driver...... Visual torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played fireworks. Damn happy night. Reached home at 730am. Sleep 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CNY Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal visiting at normal place. At Grand auntie's house played mj. Lost 7 bucks and a pair of shoes. WA KAOZ! Went out of the house then I was stunned! WHERE IS MY SHOE!!! KNS.... Someone mistook my shoes for his... Mine is NEW LA! Only wore it a few times. All those left behind are old and crumpled. Sian. What luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong $7&lt;br /&gt;Shoes $35&lt;br /&gt;Look on my sian face.. priceless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Shannon called. "Heng! Wan go Winnie's house play card?" "Don't want la. Another late night, very shagged leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up I still went haha!&lt;br /&gt;Attendance: Shannon, Sherilyn ( My fav couple.) Simon ( The destined poor guy because of the CNY eve shit) Winnie ( The married host) One other couple which I forgot their names. Winnie's younger sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with some playstaion crap. (Simon brought it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then played "In between"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the game ( for those who don't know, those who know can skip):&lt;br /&gt;Pot of money in center. Each put 20 cents in pot for joining the round.&lt;br /&gt;Each gets two open cards. Starts from left of dealer. The player bids for any amount in the pot as his ante. If the newly opened 3rd card is in between the original 2 cards, he wins the money. If not, he adds an equivalent of his ante to the pot. If the 3rd card coincides with his 2 opened cards, he pays double to the pot. He can choose not to ante if his cards SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon lost about 20-30 bucks at first. Then, he got a 3 and a K. Pot had like 15 bucks. So happily he went "everything". Wahahaha He got a K and had to pay double. Then 10 mins later, he got a 4 and a K. Hoping to recoup, he ante 20 bucks. (pot has like 30, he scared double so didn't dare to "everything") He got a K again! HAHAHAHAHAA SUPER SUPER DUPER SUAY! Then he left, because he ran out of 20 cents to play! Then Winnie's hubby told him, "You have to play cause later if they don't wanna play and the pot has so much money. They can split the money and not let you join." Hahaha. Then the 7 of us started contemplating about the 100 bucks in the pot, mostly contribute by Simon. Hahaha. (thanks for the reminder!) Simon went back to play his playstation. Then we played for like 30 mins more of FRIENDLY game. Hahaha. 7 happy souls and 1 sad man. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 7am AGAIN! Faint. I am losing my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CNY Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12 noon. Went to kitchen to drink some water. Came back to my room. EH! Why no one at home? They went visting WITHOUT ME!!! Why didn't they wake me up!?! Checked my phone... Time: 1801. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT's NOT 12 NOON! IT'S 6 IN THE EVENING! Called mummy. *no answer* Called miao. They already at uncle's house playing mj! ARGH!!!! I bathed, washed up and went to Yishun. Reached North Point and bought Mac. KNS called them on the phone for like 30 mins no answer or off their phones. Dad, mum, 2 sis, cousin. ALL no response. *faint* I walked around the blocks. Only been there once, so had to REALLY squeeze my brain juice. I managed to find it! Hahaha Based on my vague memory. But I walked for 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faint. Shannon went Plasma. I choose to stay home tonight. 3 late nights = no beauty sleep. I need to recuperate. Lost 13 bucks at mj. Very big leh they play. Stress. I need to brush up my mj skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113864220264565818?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113864220264565818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113864220264565818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113864220264565818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113864220264565818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113864220264565818' title='CHINESE NEW YEAR SAGA'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113836955868466465</id><published>2006-01-27T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:45:58.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am injury prone....KNS</title><content type='html'>MY FINGERS KANA GIAP BY THE BLOODY TOILET DOOR! Fking pain la! The meat dent all the way to my bone. KNS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elbow kana cut by the clothes shelves at OG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a weak drinker. I need to level up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn dancing leh. NOT SOCIAL DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sing well, but hard. My voice sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna win Toto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have new motivation for gymming. I need to update my financial news. I need to start reading up analyst reports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113836955868466465?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113836955868466465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113836955868466465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113836955868466465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113836955868466465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113836955868466465' title='I am injury prone....KNS'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113836890129812843</id><published>2006-01-27T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:35:01.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn to play tennis.</title><content type='html'>Send your boys to play tennis at professional tennis schools at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;Pros:&lt;br /&gt;1) They might grow up to become a world class tennis pro and earn big bucks.&lt;br /&gt;2) They might save 2 years of their lives from pointless stuff. (Waste of time...)&lt;br /&gt;3) They might get endorsements if they look good as well.&lt;br /&gt;4) They might get super model girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons:&lt;br /&gt;1) It's not cheap sending them to such schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros &gt; Cons.&lt;br /&gt;SEND SEND SEND!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113836890129812843?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113836890129812843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113836890129812843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113836890129812843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113836890129812843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113836890129812843' title='Learn to play tennis.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113836866808829879</id><published>2006-01-27T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:31:08.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abstinence??</title><content type='html'>People who are nervous about public speaking should first have penetrative sex to ease the stress -- masturbation is unlikely to have the same effect -- a study has found.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Stuart Brody, a psychologist at Britain's University of Paisley, compared the impact of different sexual activities on blood pressure when a person later undergoes a stressful experience. Penetrative sex was far more effective in this regard than masturbation or oral sex. But those who had abstained completely from any sexual activity had the highest stress levels and blood pressure of all. --AFP&lt;br /&gt;(Today Jan 27, 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113836866808829879?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113836866808829879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113836866808829879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113836866808829879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113836866808829879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113836866808829879' title='Abstinence??'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113812263891108028</id><published>2006-01-25T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T01:10:38.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumbles... What is wrong with this world.</title><content type='html'>ARGH!!! Why WHy WHY is it so crooked? Why is this world so cocked-up? Do you know that some of the most beautiful people can be found on the streets of Geylang as hookers? ARGH what a waste!!!! I can't take this man. I hate that place. Imagine them wasted by ah peks! ARGH!!!! Why can't they make use of their beauty in a better way....sian. What a fucking waste. Can't stand it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113812263891108028?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113812263891108028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113812263891108028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113812263891108028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113812263891108028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113812263891108028' title='Grumbles... What is wrong with this world.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113778672691748231</id><published>2006-01-21T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T03:52:06.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Update.</title><content type='html'>Went Icekimo, (along Sin Ming Road, in Sin Ming Center) with KCY on Thursday. Recommended by his friend, so we went to check it out. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/Image%28196%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/Image%28196%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a good chill out place, if you live in the area, or if you drive. Even though it's a little out of the way for me, I don't mind going there often. The ice cream is nice. Let you guys drool a little...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/Image%28194%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/Image%28194%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is mine! Teh tarik ice cream and Tiramisu. The Teh Tarik is nice on its own la, so ordering it with waffle was not a good choice. However, it's nice on its own, I shall show you why in a while. Tiramisu is not bad. But I really like the waffle.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/1600/Image%28195%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2561/1430/320/Image%28195%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KCY's waffle with two scoops. His is Teh Tarik and Super Lime. I tried his Super Lime. I think they should change the name to SUPER DUPER WHOOPER LIMEY LIME! Wa piang eh, pregnant women should like it la. Notice Teh Tarik AGAIN. Told you it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping today with bro. Was at MOS Burger resting our legs and beside us was this mother with a toddler in the MOS Burger baby chair. The only words i heard the baby said was "Mum Mum ( eat eat)." Then the mother left to wash her hands i think, the MOS burger uncle went over to the table and he wanted to clear the tray. Amazingly stupid thing happened here. First, he wanted to clear the tray, but realised there is still SOMEONE at the table, the baby. I suppose they teach them at MOS Burger to ask before you clear the tray. So next thing was the uncle turn to the baby and asked with a smile, " Can I clear the tray?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA KAOZ!!!! HOW STUPID CAN ONE GET!!! VOID OF COMMON SENSE LEH. I was like slapping my forehead non stop (mentally). Wa piangz I couldn't get a grip on myself at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we moved to PS, again problems with tray clearing. One thing that I can't understand is, why must they clear the tray when the table is still occupied? ( This occurs not only in MOS. I am not complaining about MOS because it is still my favourite fast food outlet. ) Every time this happens, I would observe the person commiting such acts. Conclusion: In an attempt to cut cost by employing 2 categories of people ( I do not mean the youngsters such as secondary school kids), fast food chains and food courts are compromising on their services provided. There is no point providing a smile at the counter and receiving a frown at the tables. After-sales services are still important. I understand that they want to clear the tray so they can hand over a cleaned seat to the next customer in a shorter time. AGAIN we see the emphasis on before sales but negligence on after sales services. WHAT THE FUCK. You mean you ka-ching our $ into your cashier, whether we eat or play ping pong with your fishballs you won't care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I am sick of having fast food with overcooked vegetables. And I thought they have like only 30minutes worth of shelf life. Ya. Apparently I am very much wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now, I was wondering which noisy lorry is parked downstairs at a weird hour. 12 plus. I kaypohed. It's actually a police car. WA Police car so noisy one. The engine so loud machiam like lorry. Those of you who wishes to race a police car, you better zhng your car better. Hahaha! Unless you're in an Enzo. There was this non-chinese man lying beside this car. I couldn't make out much more details beside him being a non-chinese. One policeman and one policewoman was beside him and he looked dead drunk. Hmm, now I know how policeman attempts to wake one up. *tug tug sleeve* *use feet nudge arm* *clap clap* I think the policeman is very nice la. If it's me, I'd pour cold freezing water on the bugger. Anyway, I sian, then went wash hair. I came out, the lorry sound still there. So I kaypoh part 2. One more police car. This time 4 policeman, 1 policewoman and the man standing with arm crossed. (Defensive pose) *copying IC (my deduction coz can't really see clearly) I told my friend on MSN after, she was like "What a waste of resource over ONE drunk man." But my guess was someone dial 999 so the nearby patrols responded, happened to be two cars. I actually help defended their resource allocation. I am amazed with myself, as I thought complaining was my own ability. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113778672691748231?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113778672691748231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113778672691748231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113778672691748231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113778672691748231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113778672691748231' title='Super Update.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113758238478796167</id><published>2006-01-18T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T19:06:24.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for the invention of money. In light of all destruction and damage caused by human greed for wealth, I am still nonetheless thankful for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna leave aside the usual theories on how money has made our economies grow. Wow wow clap clap good job. Whatever. I don't really care about how the economies grow. What we all care about is how much our own bank account grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is success? How do you measure success? I measure it by the amount of money. Ya I LOVE MONEY. In darkness, the thought of glittering diamonds and shining gold brightens up my life. In happiness, money helps one to be happier, allowing him to do what he wants in celebration of his happiness. With money I know I can do wonders. Without money, everything to me are only wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a search of money:&lt;br /&gt;I believe that everyone who is serious about his quest to being rich should have a philosophy in mind. Besides that, a set of principles as well. Like every company that has a vision and mission statement, an individual should have one as well. One should not compromise on his ethics, though an ethical is hardly differentiable from a non-ethical act. What we can differentiate are only between lawful and unlawful acts. To me, as long as it gets me there, I wouldn't mind crossing some lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Forbes said that the younger generation of today knows what they want with their lives and set upon carrying out the change, comparing to his generation of protests and rallies. I was reading the piece of news and I wondered if he was addressing only to the people of USA. Singaporeans seem to have a "foolproof" plan for supposed success. Study hard, go to university, graduate, work hard, earn money. Everyone seems to believe that this is the path for wealth. Wealth is relative, if everyone does the same thing, how much richer can you get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE RISK PEOPLE! I mean calculated risk. I stick by my motto of get rich or die trying. Because of my lifetime quest to gain wealth, I have chosen some sacrifices in life. No more shall I whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bullshit entry WAHAHAHAH)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113758238478796167?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113758238478796167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113758238478796167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113758238478796167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113758238478796167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113758238478796167' title='Money'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113742507207841983</id><published>2006-01-16T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:26:16.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The finishing line</title><content type='html'>I am super depressed. I don't know why. I just feel so alone. I feel like picking up the phone and call someone and I realised I have no one to call to. I feel so lost and cold and lonely. Haiz. I hate this feeling. Few of my good friends had crossed over to the other side. I am happy for them yet sad for myself. I think I am selfish ba. Haiz. It's just the mentality that once they cross over the line, we will always have a line seperating us. And I don't want to bother them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! kaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say le. Lucky I have you to write to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113742507207841983?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113742507207841983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113742507207841983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113742507207841983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113742507207841983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113742507207841983' title='The finishing line'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113723489004122688</id><published>2006-01-14T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T18:34:50.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate holidays. I hate school days.</title><content type='html'>I hate holidays because I have to keep racking my brains for things to do. I hate feeling bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school days becuase I have too many boring things to do. I feel deprived of fun and excitement. I hate feeling bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. No fun in my life. No fun at all. Cai Shen Ye can let me win toto? Hahahaha. Put all the money in dividend paying shares and leave of dividends and bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113723489004122688?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113723489004122688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113723489004122688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113723489004122688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113723489004122688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113723489004122688' title='I hate holidays. I hate school days.'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113689470248545769</id><published>2006-01-10T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:05:02.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days...</title><content type='html'>When I am sailing, I will crave for thunderstorms. Only in strong winds can one gain excitement. I love the feeling of speed, like on a motorcycle, the wind rushes past you. Hiking out, struggling to keep your boat flat and enduring the pain and aching calls of your muscles. Riding waves and hopping onto the next wave. The feeling of the rain hitting on your face and the splash of the waves on your body. It's a nostalgic feeling. I don't sail as often now. Nor do thunderstorms or strong winds come often when I sail. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how I had come to love sailing and the sea during my JC days. I joined sailing because Patrick asked me to join him. That's how it all started, and soon I grew to love it. I loved it more because the sea soon became my best friend. I would forget my woes while sailing. Even if I'm stressed out, I could always vent my frustration at my opponents during competition. It's the only time when I can shout my throat out at someone and still exchange smiles at the end of it. Sports, a wonderful invention to justify vulgarities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love rainy days. I enjoy walking or running in the rain. The feeling of cold droplets hitting onto me. It clears my mind. It freezes my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been raining alot for the past few days. So cold. My mood seemed to be dampened by the cold weather. How the weather rains for the whole day and only stops at night... -.- Haiz. How I wished the weather would allow more activities to go on so I will not be so free till I start to allow my mind to wonder. I hate rainy days. I hate feeling cold. I need a hug. It makes me feel lonely and cold. It makes me bored. It makes me sleepy. And I don't wanna sleep no more cause I am having a headache from sleeping too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate rainy days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113689470248545769?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113689470248545769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113689470248545769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113689470248545769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113689470248545769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113689470248545769' title='Rainy days...'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15442195.post-113676150469829262</id><published>2006-01-09T06:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T07:05:04.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises Surprises</title><content type='html'>Surprises Surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to be going to Sentosa on Sunday. To the bEACH!!! But surprise surprise, rain whole day. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancelled last minute. BUT since Shannon had planned a birthday surprise for Sherilyn in the evening, things have to go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed meeting location to PS and changed time to 3pm. Due to rain and knowing the pattern of this group of friends, I made myself late for half an hour. WA KAO! How can they manage to better me each time? They were late for 1hour (earliest). The latest friend came at 5pm. -.-''' Okie I lost. We met outside the arcade. And DAMN the catching toy machine tempted us and made us lose a few coins. They purposely put the bloody toy hanging by the edge but loosen the grip on the pincers. Wa a way to win money on human psychology, Oh yeah... we fell prey to it. Almost ten bucks was spent trying to push the stupid toy into the hole. CHEATS! Or rather to ourselves.... STUPIDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherilyn wanted sushi. Secret birthday girl gets her way. We all like japanese food. The quality of the japanese food was good. Try a piece of their maguro sushi, observe the color, eat the meat, hmm this is a restaurant. Hahaha the fun starts when Big Tan tried to add soy sauce into Shannon's Ocha. But Shannon saw it in time. It didn't taste that bad... Hahaha soon we played Zhong Ji Mi Ma in the bloody place. Only 3 of us played la. So fun to dare people and see them suffer. Well I started losing first. Stephen was the judge and it is obvious where the number will lie when you see him hestitate. I guessed the number and was planning to "giap" Big Tan then I suay suay, before I could, kana giap by Shannon. ARGH!!! Wanna know the forfeit? Wasabe sushi. URGH! I cut half with my chopsticks and ate half... I can't tahan.First you chew, it was still alright, only abit nua nua. Then the choking feeling starts to come, you tear, you don't dare to breathe in through your nose. Okie that's it... DRINK MORE OCHA! Take it like a tablet. Shannon tried the other half of my wasabe sushi as it became the next round's forfeit. He drank the green tea earlier than me. But I know it's not that relieving at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Heeren's, jam pack four people into the back seats of his dad's new Vios. DAMN SQUEEZY! I almost had a butt cramp. Had to reach by 8. But the other actors were late too! -.-'''  Best. Then Shannon wanted to give us a surprise too. So smart him did not give us any idea on what is happening. Then on the spot giving us our lines. *piak forehead* Cause he ask me and Big Tan to say the same thing. kaoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon : So what we do now?&lt;br /&gt;Big Tan : You decide.&lt;br /&gt;Shannon : So what we do now?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Your decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can make it more obvious....?&lt;br /&gt;So ya basically the plot flowed like that the whole night. Stephen was quite good at stalling time in Hello shop though. Ivan? Almost dead due to clubbing the night before. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blah blah blah skip things that happened in Hello shop cause I am late for school. Then we went ktv! WOW WOW WOW SURPRISE SURPRISE SURPRISE!&lt;br /&gt;I was WOW-ED! Sherilyn had this super chio bu friend inside waiting. *faint* Eh... really late, tell the rest next time... hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15442195-113676150469829262?l=mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/feeds/113676150469829262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15442195&amp;postID=113676150469829262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113676150469829262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15442195/posts/default/113676150469829262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mangekyounonamida.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113676150469829262' title='Surprises Surprises'/><author><name>Mangekyou no Namida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00302770178727626876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a0GG63rSBsc/S86bY09OAJI/AAAAAAAAAAw/E2PG8gCIY_o/S220/13307_346382418876_724593876_3797057_3331758_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
