<?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-37949296</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:24:47.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dont look at me... because i dont think you understand</title><subtitle type='html'>Standing here admidst this point of definition, pushing for position as i battle opposition</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-546096401113890242</id><published>2008-07-06T00:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T00:09:20.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The man has run out of bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you at the other side, where the grass is much greener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fawkesian.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye, thanks for reading. And thanks... for staring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-546096401113890242?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/546096401113890242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=546096401113890242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/546096401113890242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/546096401113890242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-has-run-out-of-bananas.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-953597387537215703</id><published>2008-07-04T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T00:02:01.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life can be a piece of shit when you actually look at it in a different way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when you feel like letting go, but these things called "emotions" and "thoughts" actually holds you back from what you actually are supposed to do. Verily, there are times when you feel like everything has just come against you and the only thing that you can think about is that "this is all bullshit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bollocks as the Brits call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's oops. I know there are some oops members that might so happen and coincidentally stumble onto the this website but it's all bullshit and i'm gonna type what i want. Thing is, there are many times when i felt like just giving it all up and not be involved. As the days goes by, i begin to feel more and more like an alien, even though i've already been inducted into their daily antics and craziness. It's just recently, or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's relationships? And i dont exactly want to touch upon that. Giving up is an often used word so much so it has been abused. Screw that anyways. It's like you're just this close, about an inch close, to just give up and let go everything sometimes. Once again, the editor has no idea what in the world he's writing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One inche too late or too early, you never quite make it. One second too late or too early and you'll never be able to regain it ever again. That's where we live. It's the choices you make in that space, in all of the infinite ways that can mean, that ultimately defines you, and the course of your life, through until the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-953597387537215703?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/953597387537215703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=953597387537215703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/953597387537215703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/953597387537215703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-can-be-piece-of-shit-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-8011780759078931362</id><published>2008-07-03T20:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T21:24:06.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's mummy's birthday today =) And i almost forgot until i went to school and sat past my first lesson. Nonetheless, a simple message did the job =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, i've got a new external harddrive! I've really been wanting to get one but i finally did get it just yesterday - thought that you guys might like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scored an 86 for mechanics MST. Oorah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-8011780759078931362?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/8011780759078931362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=8011780759078931362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8011780759078931362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8011780759078931362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-mummys-birthday-today-and-i-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-4870432636416197846</id><published>2008-06-30T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:07:25.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He estado sintiendo bastante neutras ultimamente. como, feliz  aun triste. divertido aun sarcastico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel rather neutral these days. Like, happy yet sad. Funny yet sarcastic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, blessed yet deprived. Full of life yet empty. Full of energy yet weak. Awake yet tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the antonyms matches to uncannily with each other. Come to think of it, antonyms are not the extreme opposite of something, it just depicts something else that's not like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im getting deep again. Look up and get you pesky little prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, it does not help to know that not only your classmates are somewhat smart (not insanely, but still, you get the drift right?) yet extremely hardworking and studious. I love planes and stuff like that, but sometimes it takes a little more than just mere passion to achieve something that you set your deary eyes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A few years ago, someone (i cant remember who that person was) once told me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times you get stuck in a crossroad, and you've got no idea which way to go. Left or right. Front or back. You're just stuck right in the center, each route separated 90 degrees apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when you just look up to sky and know that there's someone else up there that helps you chart your routes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love this job.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-4870432636416197846?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/4870432636416197846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=4870432636416197846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4870432636416197846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4870432636416197846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/he-estado-sintiendo-bastante-neutras.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-8115543260954227747</id><published>2008-06-29T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:39:12.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant help thinking like an engineer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of "that's thing is one and a half times bigger"&lt;br /&gt;I'd say "that thing's like 1.5 times it's size man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of "just times it by 3 and you'll get the answer"&lt;br /&gt;I'd say "just multiply it by 3 and you'll get the answer. And oh, don't forget to plus minus 0.01"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of "Can i upsize my coke please?"&lt;br /&gt;I'd say "Hey, can you integrate more volume to my cup? I'd add in 50cents for that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of "Let's look at the problem"&lt;br /&gt;I'd say "Let's solve the problem"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of "Refer to the picture below"&lt;br /&gt;I'd say "Refer to Fig. 1.2"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to those who always mix things up. There's a difference between PI(π) and PHI(Φ).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-8115543260954227747?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/8115543260954227747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=8115543260954227747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8115543260954227747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8115543260954227747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-cant-help-thinking-like-engineer.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7583624151077151662</id><published>2008-06-28T10:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:27:55.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a saturday and my tests are all over =) Waking up to the feeling of no worries can be really quite comforting except for that little braze on my right thigh due to a welding accident i had during Maintenance practical. It was quite serious given the fact that i've burnt a huge hole (See fig. 1.1) in my pants which was, fortunately, about to retire from my closet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SGWgh6n-HmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Xi2vWukBYOo/s1600-h/27062008416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SGWgh6n-HmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Xi2vWukBYOo/s320/27062008416.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216752247911620194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fig. 1.1 A burnt hole cause by molten aluminum from welding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the matter of fact, i was burnt as well. If you take up a 50 cent coin and multiply it by 1.5 it'll give you the approximate size of my wound =) but i've really got to thank the leather apron for "saving" my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a safety precaution, all of us had to wear a leather apron as leather is hard to burn. So well, when the molten metal dropped onto my leather apron (it stayed there for about 5 secs before i panicked) and i felt my thigh burning so i shifted my leg (before i panicked) and the stupid thing fell into my pants brazing my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it werent for it, i'd be in the hospital right now, unable to walk. Thank God =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7583624151077151662?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/7583624151077151662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=7583624151077151662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7583624151077151662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7583624151077151662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-saturday-and-my-tests-are-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SGWgh6n-HmI/AAAAAAAAAfY/Xi2vWukBYOo/s72-c/27062008416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7531760400293385266</id><published>2008-06-27T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:48:31.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ExHonerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im beginning to lament if anyone ever reads this web log anymore. No matter man, im just talking to myself in this big world. Got this survey that noelle sent me and i thought it's kinda interesting? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT SCARE YOU[ They are not in order.]&lt;br /&gt;1) getting isolated&lt;br /&gt;2) not being able to blend in&lt;br /&gt;3) making friends angry&lt;br /&gt;4) thought of losing someone close to me&lt;br /&gt;5) results&lt;br /&gt;6) exams&lt;br /&gt;7) school work&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU LIKE THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;1)music. it's all in the music man.&lt;br /&gt;2)the internet. lotsa juicy info =)&lt;br /&gt;3)having fun&lt;br /&gt;4)writing stuff and thinking at the same time&lt;br /&gt;5)playing instruments&lt;br /&gt;6)rhythm&lt;br /&gt;7)her&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR ROOM&lt;br /&gt;1) Bed. Aint a room without a bed yes?&lt;br /&gt;2) Computer&lt;br /&gt;3) Handphone&lt;br /&gt;4) ipod shuffle&lt;br /&gt;5) books&lt;br /&gt;6) the cross&lt;br /&gt;7) clothes ;)&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOU&lt;br /&gt;1)well, im... random?&lt;br /&gt;2)i used to be super naughty when i was young&lt;br /&gt;3)i love the company of friends&lt;br /&gt;4)the beach would be good too&lt;br /&gt;5)food's the bomb when you're stomach's craving&lt;br /&gt;6)i love having more friends&lt;br /&gt;7)i love people-watching&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU PLAN TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;1)visit spain, usa, japan, korea, taiwan, france, canada, israel and most of all, london, england&lt;br /&gt;2)fly.&lt;br /&gt;3)have friends now whom i can have till i die?&lt;br /&gt;4)do crazy stuff?&lt;br /&gt;5)involve in alot more enriching activities&lt;br /&gt;6)MIT sounds good. real good. but a distant dream as of now.&lt;br /&gt;7)live life to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN DO&lt;br /&gt;1) I can walk&lt;br /&gt;2) I can run&lt;br /&gt;3) I can eat&lt;br /&gt;4) I can talk&lt;br /&gt;5) I can yawn&lt;br /&gt;6) I can drink&lt;br /&gt;7) I can type&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU SAY THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;1) seriously?&lt;br /&gt;2) serious?&lt;br /&gt;3) umm. YAH!&lt;br /&gt;4) *sarcastic laughter*&lt;br /&gt;5) you want me to come over there and slap you? (when im already standing next to the person)&lt;br /&gt;6) oh sure, that was real funny! see everyone laughing!&lt;br /&gt;7) yeah man. (yeahhhh man. haha)&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THING THAT ATTRACT YOU TO THE OPPOSITE SEX&lt;br /&gt;1) Their smile (that's the first usually)&lt;br /&gt;2) Their looks&lt;br /&gt;3) Their knowledge of alot of things&lt;br /&gt;4) Their ability to laugh alot of things&lt;br /&gt;5) Their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;6) Their jovial-ness&lt;br /&gt;7) Their everything&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN FEMALE FRIENDS YOU CAN THINK OF RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;1) Noelle&lt;br /&gt;2) Cali&lt;br /&gt;3) Mel k.&lt;br /&gt;4) Michelle&lt;br /&gt;5) Luo er&lt;br /&gt;6) Pam?!?!&lt;br /&gt;7) The powerpuff girls&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN MALE FRIENDS YOU CAN THINK OF RIGHT NOW&lt;br /&gt;1)Jun Wen&lt;br /&gt;2)Kenny&lt;br /&gt;3)Jason&lt;br /&gt;4)Alex&lt;br /&gt;5)Ibrahim&lt;br /&gt;6)Jet&lt;br /&gt;7)Jun Long&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN PEOPLE TO DO THE QUIZ&lt;br /&gt;1)i dont force people =)&lt;br /&gt;2)i dont force people =)&lt;br /&gt;3)i dont force people =)&lt;br /&gt;4)i dont force people =)&lt;br /&gt;5)i dont force people =)&lt;br /&gt;6)i dont force people =)&lt;br /&gt;7)i dont force people =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7531760400293385266?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/7531760400293385266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=7531760400293385266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7531760400293385266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7531760400293385266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-im-beginning-to-lament-if-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-5728842736985524976</id><published>2008-06-25T19:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:38:41.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>84% for CATIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's how it's done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-5728842736985524976?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/5728842736985524976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=5728842736985524976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5728842736985524976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5728842736985524976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/84-for-catia.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-4967056342298066666</id><published>2008-06-24T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:42:03.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You guys gotta hear this. It's awesome. It's britney, *****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkKJ4oBMGLs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkKJ4oBMGLs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in a perpetual cage in this sophisticated and widening world of perfection just to be better and stronger than others. Well, here this... SCREW. THAT. SHIT. And stress is just a word that's overused for every possible known thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling can be stressful.&lt;br /&gt;Studying can bee stressful too.&lt;br /&gt;So can "stressing" your eyes too much on the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;Did i mention the stresses on your body?&lt;br /&gt;How about when the place is full of confusion? Stressful ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overused piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today i had a paper on Aircraft Powerplants and im happy to say that it might just be a tad bit better than Aircraft Maintenance. Well, i did screw up one part though, and i know that i'll be so wrong because i've memorised the wrong formula, which much of this time, i always thought was the correct one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the first level of T18 (just right beside the main elevator) today, i saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SGDpx8oje5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Z5ei-nJwKT8/s1600-h/23062008379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SGDpx8oje5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Z5ei-nJwKT8/s320/23062008379.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215425412794121106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... Smoking, eating/drinking or photography on campus. Sorry dude, i just took a picture. Try a better sign next time =P It's gotta be some prank that the MM students tried to do. And i like it like that =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-4967056342298066666?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/4967056342298066666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=4967056342298066666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4967056342298066666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4967056342298066666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-guys-gotta-hear-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SGDpx8oje5I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Z5ei-nJwKT8/s72-c/23062008379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7783215233596715619</id><published>2008-06-23T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:46:36.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me share a really chill out song with you guys =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmltDNiUAvw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rmltDNiUAvw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, it's kinda funny sometimes when you think about whether anyone ever reads your blog. Like it's up on the internet and maybe, just maybe, someone might stumble upon this site of yours. It's even more funny how diary's are replaced by these "blogs" as we call it, and i wont be hoping to find any interesting read such as Anne Frank's diary in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, this blog is as good as &lt;u&gt;obsolete&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share a huge passion for writing but oftentimes i get something called the "writers block". For those of you (if you're even reading) having a writer's block is a phenomenon involving temporary loss of ability to begin or continue writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, sometimes it's just me - im too tired or too lazy. In fact, i stopped giving out my blog address since... Im not too sure myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world. You've been missed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7783215233596715619?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/7783215233596715619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=7783215233596715619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7783215233596715619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7783215233596715619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-me-share-really-chill-out-song-with.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-8353746486681824153</id><published>2008-06-21T11:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T11:20:49.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, i've learnt that i dont own a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got much cash the past few days so i practically stayed at home the whole week, from last Sunday till, well, yesterday night. Wasn't really bored though and i've got no idea why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-8353746486681824153?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/8353746486681824153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=8353746486681824153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8353746486681824153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8353746486681824153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-ive-learnt-that-i-dont-own-person.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-6886209840106302694</id><published>2008-06-16T21:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:38:48.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFZqzyzG1OI/AAAAAAAAAe4/IsqiAT-yPl4/s1600-h/pencil+capo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFZqzyzG1OI/AAAAAAAAAe4/IsqiAT-yPl4/s320/pencil+capo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212471056769930466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A PENCIL CAPO! MY COUSIN USED A PENCIL AS A CAPO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A CAPO IS SUPPOSED TO LOOK LIKE THIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFZr290AvXI/AAAAAAAAAfI/sM_ABTfgupg/s1600-h/capo2display.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFZr290AvXI/AAAAAAAAAfI/sM_ABTfgupg/s320/capo2display.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212472210777750898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a freaking ingenious idea? I mean like... I've been wanting to get a capo for so long and she just used a FREAKING PENCIL?! And she showed me via webcam that's why the image is a little blurred out, BUT STILL!!!!! zgmf...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-6886209840106302694?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/6886209840106302694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=6886209840106302694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6886209840106302694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6886209840106302694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-its-pencil-capo-my-cousin-used.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFZqzyzG1OI/AAAAAAAAAe4/IsqiAT-yPl4/s72-c/pencil+capo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-5289478747559417168</id><published>2008-06-15T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:20:17.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Epitome of AEIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S.H.I.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-5289478747559417168?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/5289478747559417168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=5289478747559417168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5289478747559417168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5289478747559417168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/epitome-of-aeis.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-1372925349819824700</id><published>2008-06-13T15:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:36:55.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post will be about yesterday and not about today, because it's only 4pm in the day and hey, the day is still young! So here goes. This will be a slightly long post though, so read on if you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Newton's Third Law&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every action there is an, &lt;i&gt;equal and opposite&lt;/i&gt; reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFIqATAegoI/AAAAAAAAAeA/E3CpD-374Iw/s1600-h/Newton_by_paller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFIqATAegoI/AAAAAAAAAeA/E3CpD-374Iw/s320/Newton_by_paller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211273903411724930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was sir isaac newton beneath an apple tree&lt;br /&gt;an apple hit him in the head and he called it gravity&lt;br /&gt;who would have known that his name would ever get so big&lt;br /&gt;we named a cookie after him and filled it up with fig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theorizing gravitation by a simple observation&lt;br /&gt;formulating physics laws with the due consideration&lt;br /&gt;your third law still applies to almost every situation&lt;br /&gt;never to be proved wrong, not by any calculation&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As engineers, there'll be one thing that's totally inevitable and that's Issac Newton. I know i've blogged about him before and yeah, i've ranted and ranted. But as i further into this field i begin to realise that Newton's everywhere. In equations, laws, books, everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for once, fellow engineers agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, ibrahim, kenny and i went to bras basah to complete our math project on Newton's Method (it's sorta like a branch of calculus) and before long, after we're done, the began to wonder why the name "Newton" appears in almost every context of our study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that chat, we headed over to suntec to cathc the computer show but it wasnt really our kinda thing so we headed over to Marina Square, and that was where i got my really neat and new, cool toy - a AH-64D Longbow Apache model kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFIwdv2FtTI/AAAAAAAAAew/iFh-lgO7N38/s1600-h/DSC00278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFIwdv2FtTI/AAAAAAAAAew/iFh-lgO7N38/s320/DSC00278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211281006438757682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And the box...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFIv2gkM8wI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/5MNbkNjfI7A/s1600-h/CIMG0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFIv2gkM8wI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/5MNbkNjfI7A/s320/CIMG0699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211280332322304770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFIv2kSoEtI/AAAAAAAAAeY/f2rKUSyoCRA/s1600-h/CIMG0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFIv2kSoEtI/AAAAAAAAAeY/f2rKUSyoCRA/s320/CIMG0697.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211280333322326738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFIv2wnpMnI/AAAAAAAAAeg/81S67OWVlec/s1600-h/CIMG0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFIv2wnpMnI/AAAAAAAAAeg/81S67OWVlec/s320/CIMG0701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211280336631706226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFIv3F1KdJI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0vJC3Xz2ImE/s1600-h/CIMG0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFIv3F1KdJI/AAAAAAAAAeo/0vJC3Xz2ImE/s320/CIMG0698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211280342325556370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you guys might be asking, "Shouldn't Apaches be like green in colour?! WHY IS IT BLACK?!" Well, there can only be 2 explanations. One, it's black cause it's a camera trick and two, i painted it black. Go guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go! A puzzle for today! Solve it and tell me the answer and you MIGHT just win yourself a million bucks. Literally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-1372925349819824700?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/1372925349819824700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=1372925349819824700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/1372925349819824700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/1372925349819824700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-post-will-be-about-yesterday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SFIqATAegoI/AAAAAAAAAeA/E3CpD-374Iw/s72-c/Newton_by_paller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-367497769333701585</id><published>2008-06-11T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T20:17:20.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SE_CSTrBwuI/AAAAAAAAAd4/1wwzRwq4EjY/s1600-h/000c8r3p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SE_CSTrBwuI/AAAAAAAAAd4/1wwzRwq4EjY/s320/000c8r3p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210596913665131234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;"The best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what-have-you. The right person is still going to think the sun shines out of your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never realize how much I like being home unless I've been somewhere really different for a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someday you'll be back here honey... on your terms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is the cheese to my macaroni. And, I know that people are supposed to fall in love before they reproduce, but... I guess normalcy isn't really our style."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Juno MacGuff: I'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Leah: What? Honest to blog?"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~all from the movie 'Juno'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-367497769333701585?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/367497769333701585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=367497769333701585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/367497769333701585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/367497769333701585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-thing-you-can-do-is-find-person.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SE_CSTrBwuI/AAAAAAAAAd4/1wwzRwq4EjY/s72-c/000c8r3p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-9141412908122394994</id><published>2008-06-08T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:52:04.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;This is the way of the rains&lt;br /&gt;Evaporate up and falling again&lt;br /&gt;This is the way of her smile&lt;br /&gt;It burns in her eyes but lasts for a while&lt;br /&gt;This is the way of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;The cycle of life&lt;br /&gt;Of dying and birth&lt;br /&gt;This is the way of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season changes&lt;br /&gt;My life changes&lt;br /&gt;Memory changes&lt;br /&gt;My love changes&lt;br /&gt;System changes&lt;br /&gt;My world changes&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus never changes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-9141412908122394994?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/9141412908122394994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=9141412908122394994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/9141412908122394994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/9141412908122394994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-is-way-of-rains-evaporate-up-and.html' title='The Way'/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-2278934998463515249</id><published>2008-06-06T23:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:56:41.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SElcsLRh9UI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NNY-Z758-N8/s1600-h/The_GLobe_by_FreduT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SElcsLRh9UI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NNY-Z758-N8/s320/The_GLobe_by_FreduT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208796358041007426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of a song that i once particularly loved went "let it go, let it be. don't waste all your emotions on this tit-for-tat machine" - yet, even after hearing it i wonder if in the end it was all worth it. I ponder about why some people react differently at the things i say and it makes me wonder yet again, "is it me?". Oftentimes, these are the very questions that we yearn to know but yet, giving up the thought of asking it in the end because there's simply no answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, chark asked me a question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Prove the following result:&lt;br /&gt;A triangle with sides the can be written in the form n^2 + 1, n^2 -1 and 2n (where n &gt; 1) is right angled. Show, by means of a counter example that the converse is false.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a long and bombastic answer, which in the end, proved to be correct. Well, in case you guys don't know what the question means, it's talking about proving the forms (n^2 + 1, n^2 -1 and 2n) wrong and these forms are not equal to that of a right angled triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;genio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this is what looked like on my way home today. Gloomy and strangely warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SElbLzYJCSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/5eeoCST6kdU/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SElbLzYJCSI/AAAAAAAAAdI/5eeoCST6kdU/s320/DSC00269.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208794702358841634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some of you may be sick and tired of conventional maths, so much so that sometimes you'd get the strong temptation to tear that piece of math paper into shreds and feign madness so that you may be sent home to take the paper another day. Well, kudos to this guy (whom i dont know) to this really cool work he's done. Have a look, and smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SElcEWf9TTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0i_KzQY1b9M/s1600-h/velociraptor.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SElcEWf9TTI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/0i_KzQY1b9M/s320/velociraptor.PNG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208795673859542322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-2278934998463515249?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/2278934998463515249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=2278934998463515249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2278934998463515249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2278934998463515249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/lyrics-of-song-that-i-once-particularly.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SElcsLRh9UI/AAAAAAAAAdY/NNY-Z758-N8/s72-c/The_GLobe_by_FreduT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-4737074101770279316</id><published>2008-06-05T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:23:27.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These past few days has been really fulfilling. I spent my time doing many things and for once, i'm liking the holidays. I made some pretty cool stuff for my room and also rearranged the furnitures around. If there's anything to describe it it'll be a sense of accomplishment =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've been thinking about reconnecting with some friends that i've not talked to in a long long time. It's been quite awhile since i sat by some friends and actually chatted till it was too late to take a bus home. It's been sometime that i last sat down with a friend at a park bench. Oh wells... I know what i gotta do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-4737074101770279316?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/4737074101770279316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=4737074101770279316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4737074101770279316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4737074101770279316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/these-past-few-days-has-been-really.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-4687838333224031310</id><published>2008-06-03T20:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:27:13.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To be honest, I've had a little bit of writer's block lately, under the circumstances. I spent the last two weeks studying for tests, taking my last possible tests at the very final time of school, like from 5:15pm to 6:15pm?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i think through what i want to do next time, honestly, i haven't got the slightest idea. I know that i want to get to MIT and complete my studies. I know i want to make my mum happy and things like that, but that's just pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes dreams remain as dreams, either because we're just dreaming or because they're not something that can even be relished. Then again, that's life. I've learnt alot of things that life has to gave for the past term and for these kinda things... sooner is definitely better than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells... So much for the deep thought *snaps fingers* back to reality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-4687838333224031310?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/4687838333224031310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=4687838333224031310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4687838333224031310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4687838333224031310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-be-honest-ive-had-little-bit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-6145121758463820434</id><published>2008-05-31T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:26:02.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's just another sad sad day. En serio. And i've got a strange obsession with spanish. Well, a brief history about it. I used to speak a little of it and i used to like the language alot. So what i'm going to do is to pick it up all over again and i'm going to practise it. So expect a few spanish phrases here and there from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magnifico?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to why today's just another sad sad day. I screwed up aircraft maintenance. Which seriously sucks. But math was good. Enough said. Shan't prolong my grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SEAoQXBf7zI/AAAAAAAAAdA/lUE3Fos5_DA/s1600-h/Sad_dog_by_anapires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SEA oQXBf7zI/AAAAAAAAAdA/lUE3Fos5_DA/s320/Sad_dog_by_anapires.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206205430763614002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, DARE 2B 23 also played hide and seek in LT17A for 30 mins before the math common test. It was pitch black and all of us hid under the tables, some of us went to hide behind a red door, then there were those who crawled on the ground. Es impresionante todos nosotros ha divertido, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good to be a kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE VIEW THESE VIDEOS. They're really magnifico... And i'm sharing em with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/laDmDOr6YoA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/laDmDOr6YoA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russian pilots are fierce. Fierce than americans. come to think of it, the only country that US is afraid of is russia. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5j9_aqJ_4n0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5j9_aqJ_4n0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened throughout this week... and yeah, they've been really eventful. I'll update more soon though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, it's sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios gente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-6145121758463820434?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/6145121758463820434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=6145121758463820434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6145121758463820434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6145121758463820434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/todays-just-another-sad-sad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SEA oQXBf7zI/AAAAAAAAAdA/lUE3Fos5_DA/s72-c/Sad_dog_by_anapires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-8403868214774644152</id><published>2008-05-28T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T22:16:40.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEN I SAY CATIA YOU SAY SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATIA!&lt;br /&gt;SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;CATIA!&lt;br /&gt;SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with this module man? seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today seems abit darker and gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad day for aspiring aircraft designers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-8403868214774644152?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/8403868214774644152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=8403868214774644152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8403868214774644152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8403868214774644152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-i-say-catia-you-say-suck-catia.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-8044361986856828780</id><published>2008-05-26T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T18:28:46.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is why im hot, this is why im hot. im hot cause im fly, you aint cause you not. this is why im hot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-8044361986856828780?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/8044361986856828780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=8044361986856828780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8044361986856828780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8044361986856828780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-why-im-hot-this-is-why-im-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7306422597686687195</id><published>2008-05-25T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:08:05.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I once read from somewhere that an boy from india, that at the age of 6 he built his first circuit board. At the age of 11 he assembled his first computer. When he was 17 he went to MIT and by 22 he had a PhD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe he's a genius. I believe that if my mum let me played circuit boards when i was young i would have done the same. And that if i had a computer to assemble and disassemble, i would have done the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read again, a 19 year old female student from MIT was arrested by the police at gunpoint because she was wearing a fake bomb. It was wasn't a bomb. It was a circuit board that she had but for her new invention. She was merely testing it while fetching her friend from airport but it looked more like a bomb instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, she's 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im 18. What am i doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7306422597686687195?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/7306422597686687195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=7306422597686687195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7306422597686687195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7306422597686687195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-once-read-from-somewhere-that-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-8033561927774777311</id><published>2008-05-24T20:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:02:03.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright. I can't set myself to study not because i've got a freaking laptop in front of me. But i've just been too lazy to do anything else. Crap crap crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tests are just a few days again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so im back, staring at tests and exams in the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-8033561927774777311?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/8033561927774777311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=8033561927774777311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8033561927774777311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8033561927774777311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-5668925197336963957</id><published>2008-05-22T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:43:19.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon, zeta, tau, theta, iota, kappa, lambda, omega, nu, xi, omicron, pi, rho, sigma, upsilon, phi, psi, chi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. My. Goodness. Seriously, i had enough of all these Greek alphabets because they're totally driving me nuts. I mean seriously, why does engineering seem Greek? All the equations and stuff, i just understand these guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my favourite letter has to be epsilon, ε, which is E for Greek. K fine i'm displaying a sense of utter oxymoron but hey, it's kinda cool how they even came up with the letters =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-5668925197336963957?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/5668925197336963957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=5668925197336963957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5668925197336963957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5668925197336963957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/alpha-beta-gamma-delta-epsilon-zeta-tau.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-3279966706406145931</id><published>2008-05-19T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:27:49.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay man. I officially made to switch from using IE to Mozilla Firefox. I think it's more convenient actually, i get less and less stuff popping up. Which, as a matter of fact, is better =) Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, i'm supposed to tell you what's this post for. Well, if you're craving for head banging concerts and stuff like that, well think no more. Introducing calculus with a dose of rock in your mp3 player is the cheapest remedy to get yourself rocking like a rockstar... only that you're sitting down on chair doing MATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SDF-fY2yrGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nj2P8v1q6p8/s1600-h/math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SDF-fY2yrGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nj2P8v1q6p8/s320/math.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202078122302942306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im getting restless, seriously. So here's something i saw that kinda cracked me up. And it makes sense too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SDF-g42yrHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/O2G3C6JLqb0/s1600-h/187_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SDF-g42yrHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/O2G3C6JLqb0/s320/187_23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202078148072746098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Back to the books. see you guys again. Soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-3279966706406145931?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/3279966706406145931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=3279966706406145931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/3279966706406145931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/3279966706406145931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-man.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SDF-fY2yrGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/nj2P8v1q6p8/s72-c/math.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-2217863256030649044</id><published>2008-05-17T14:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T15:20:08.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bear with me - long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of many things. I dream that i can fly like peter pan flying through the clouds. Building a robot like that of a Transformer. That pokemon really walked on the earth and that you can strive to be the greatest pokemon trainer ever. That education need not corrupt and be that taxing. That everyone can be friends of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those are what you call fantasies, cause they never happen. And if it ever did, it's all be a figment of your imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, at one point of time think of being a pokemon trainer. That was way back in pri school. And i did want to build a robot that can transform as well, and that was, too, back in pri school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you guys will know now that i take CATIA and im not being friendly with it, but my lecturer sent an email to us and in it was this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SC6GSI2yrFI/AAAAAAAAAco/jQGs-YsKg9I/s1600-h/einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SC6GSI2yrFI/AAAAAAAAAco/jQGs-YsKg9I/s320/einstein.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201242265832565842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, it kinda motivated me to do well for CATIA. Hope my classmates will feel that way as well. And did you know that Einstein never made it to the university, because he wasn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sideline, my cca's screwing up. No elaborations though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;Some people get up at the break of day&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go to work before it gets too late&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a car and driving down the road&lt;br /&gt;It ain't the way it has to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's what you do to earn your daily wage&lt;br /&gt;That's the kind of world that we're living in today&lt;br /&gt;Isn't where you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;And isn't what you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got to look at life the way it oughta be&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the stars from underneath the tree&lt;br /&gt;There's a world inside and a world out there&lt;br /&gt;With that on tv you just don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've got violence, wars and killing too&lt;br /&gt;All shrunk down in a two-foot tube&lt;br /&gt;But out there the world is a beautiful place&lt;br /&gt;With mountains, lakes and the human race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is where i wanna be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail hail alma mater. Hail to De La Salle. Patricians, forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-2217863256030649044?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/2217863256030649044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=2217863256030649044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2217863256030649044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2217863256030649044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/bear-with-me-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SC6GSI2yrFI/AAAAAAAAAco/jQGs-YsKg9I/s72-c/einstein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-2943884001185174927</id><published>2008-05-16T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T22:06:06.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right. im trying to make the switch to wordpress cause blogger's hanging up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-2943884001185174927?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/2943884001185174927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=2943884001185174927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2943884001185174927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2943884001185174927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/right.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-3534047047866285711</id><published>2008-05-14T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:41:12.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"GIVE ME A HELL YEAH!" was what the seniors&lt;i&gt;used&lt;/i&gt; to say and we'd reply "HELL YEAH!" after completing a task back in SPS NPCC. That was then... and things have pretty much changed since. And it's time i went back and take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that if you're not happy about something it's either you, or that thing/person. It's never a one way thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! Oops! Oops! Strange enough, i've always telling me things that i choose to hear or even not to hear. Honestly, i dont really give nuts about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K i've got nothing else to say these past few days other than im really tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-3534047047866285711?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/3534047047866285711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=3534047047866285711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/3534047047866285711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/3534047047866285711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/give-me-hell-yeah-was-what-seniors-used.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-9088535555190336141</id><published>2008-05-13T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T23:07:46.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im exhonerated from doing Oops! stuff finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this won't be a long post cause it's getting late, and im about to fall asleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im so happy that this is all finally done - the articles i mean. I completed typing and editting all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wait for me. i'll be right back, bringing victory.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-9088535555190336141?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/9088535555190336141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=9088535555190336141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/9088535555190336141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/9088535555190336141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-exhonerated-from-doing-oops-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-8276103828018229533</id><published>2008-05-07T18:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:47:53.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The gates of hell kinda broke loose yesterday. Im sure all of you guys know what Oops! is so i i dont have to explain. Well to sum it all up, i backed all the articles for our july issue (in 2 months time) into my thumbdrive but yesterday while transferring the stuff into my comp, the screen turned blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bingo. I'll leave the guessing to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is serious stuff now, and it's hard for you to find me smiling or laughing in school nowadays because i've gotta think of a solution. Now why do i have so much stress hmm? Well, that's because principal of SP thinks very highly on us and he's investing ALOT of money in us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i've to to right my wrongs and coz of that, dont ask me why i've not been online lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's been really shitty for me, and i dont wanna elaborate. But for today, i got so pissed at my CATIA lecturer that i talked back to her because she accused me of something i didn't do. I felt bad, but she's really nice and she cant CATIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously time for me to hit the books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-8276103828018229533?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/8276103828018229533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=8276103828018229533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8276103828018229533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8276103828018229533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/gates-of-hell-kinda-broke-loose.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-5840813608204907227</id><published>2008-05-06T00:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:35:40.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vexed, i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been alot going on lately. But just today, something happened that i may most probably go crazy about. It's a hair-pulling affair but yes, i'll still go crazy over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent been writing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i feel that my writing is getting less and less motivated. I don't know... What do you think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late for school today as well. Not because i woke up late or left home late. There's was a freaking jam because a bus broke down along loyang. Which one a one lane road. Crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-5840813608204907227?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/5840813608204907227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=5840813608204907227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5840813608204907227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5840813608204907227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/vexed-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-8304363191627494304</id><published>2008-05-01T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T21:36:00.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, had a family gathering yet again today =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasnt really big a party but it was together with a few of my uncles and aunts. Nevertheless though, new things are bound to happen. Haha. It's a BBQ this time. Its been a really long time since we last had a proper BBQ. Venue: Changi Beach Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some pictures for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SBnDB4Ia6RI/AAAAAAAAAbo/TQh1eZSBswo/s1600-h/DSC00219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SBnDB4Ia6RI/AAAAAAAAAbo/TQh1eZSBswo/s320/DSC00219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195398082163566866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A really cute sign at the Giant Hypermart at Pasir Ris.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SBnDCIIa6SI/AAAAAAAAAbw/a8fy_gi-Xgc/s1600-h/DSC00220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SBnDCIIa6SI/AAAAAAAAAbw/a8fy_gi-Xgc/s320/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195398086458534178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SBnDCoIa6TI/AAAAAAAAAb4/wVmkgY6qvLA/s1600-h/DSC00221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SBnDCoIa6TI/AAAAAAAAAb4/wVmkgY6qvLA/s320/DSC00221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195398095048468786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SBnDDIIa6UI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lPJTrrXu_BI/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SBnDDIIa6UI/AAAAAAAAAcA/lPJTrrXu_BI/s320/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195398103638403394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm seeing stars... in the water&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-8304363191627494304?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/8304363191627494304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=8304363191627494304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8304363191627494304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8304363191627494304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-had-family-gathering-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SBnDB4Ia6RI/AAAAAAAAAbo/TQh1eZSBswo/s72-c/DSC00219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-2036632779290813489</id><published>2008-05-01T00:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T00:59:34.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday night, i truly know what is order and caste. Many of you guys knew that it was the Lollipop party @ MOS and it was organised by the cca of yours truly. I cant really be bothered to elaborate cause i just dont feel like. Période.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it... I kinda learnt pretty much within the past week. I should compile them up into some word doc sometime so that i review it every now and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops is... I don't know anymore. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost. Can some kind soul help me out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-2036632779290813489?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/2036632779290813489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=2036632779290813489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2036632779290813489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2036632779290813489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7428397087278372207</id><published>2008-04-27T22:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T23:07:21.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if i had one word to describe about the past week it would be 'hectic'. With all the events going on (the launch of SP's new school, CASS and Lollipop, the back to school party) I finally had my rest on a saturday afternoon. Hectic as it may be though, i've enjoyed myself pretty much, and it's time to get back to studying. Also, i've learnt a couple of things the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the picture you're seeing below aint no wax figure by Madame Tussad. This man needs no introduction, you all know who he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SBSU6YIa6QI/AAAAAAAAAbg/xx_XpNDtTWI/s1600-h/24042008_CASSLaunch5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SBSU6YIa6QI/AAAAAAAAAbg/xx_XpNDtTWI/s320/24042008_CASSLaunch5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193940000896116994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for the constant support that some of ya have given me. It aint many of you but still, it really matters alot to me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what it's like to touch and feel something. It's been a while since i last touched an inanimate object that i adored dearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss cali...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7428397087278372207?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/7428397087278372207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=7428397087278372207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7428397087278372207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7428397087278372207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-week.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SBSU6YIa6QI/AAAAAAAAAbg/xx_XpNDtTWI/s72-c/24042008_CASSLaunch5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-8186238088870218741</id><published>2008-04-20T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:49:46.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAWN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the congrats. very appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin's a freaking bad girl now. She's in sec 4 now, and she does not want to go home, do her homework or even go to school. It's kinda sad but i havent seen her for a year and now she's like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently writing a new story about heroes. So you might wanna check it out when i really do post it up =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-8186238088870218741?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/8186238088870218741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=8186238088870218741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8186238088870218741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8186238088870218741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-shawn-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-266121334554386321</id><published>2008-04-18T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:06:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know some people whom i mention in this blog dont even read what's here. Like the people i thank and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SAi4fILekWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mn2usN99Exc/s1600-h/DSC00207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SAi4fILekWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mn2usN99Exc/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190601415455576418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;thanks ya'll&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, i shall skip what happened on the first week of school because i've accepted the invitation to transfer my course to Aeronautical Engineering =) So i'll be expecting a new class, a new course, new friends, new lecturers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little afraid though, like anticipation. Because it's like starting afresh to everything. And the standards are different now... But no matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for that. And to everyone else that's been there for me the past year, sharing my dreams, giving me encouragement, and when it felt like there wouldnt be anyone there for me - cali, mum, uncle peter, uncle sam, patrick and to those whom i've left out inadvertently, you guys know who you are =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next wed, i'll be shaking the President's (H.E. SR Nathan) hand because i did a painting for him. It's graffiti and it's my first time giving it a go. You know, i always wanted to meet the President, but this time it's different. I'll be giving something to him - for the launch of the new School in SP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SAi4eoLekVI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/zFQPyh-jnT8/s1600-h/DSC00213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SAi4eoLekVI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/zFQPyh-jnT8/s320/DSC00213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190601406865641810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A far cry - I did the one on the right, the graffiti artist did the right&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-266121334554386321?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/266121334554386321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=266121334554386321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/266121334554386321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/266121334554386321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-know-some-people-whom-i-mention-in.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/SAi4fILekWI/AAAAAAAAAbY/mn2usN99Exc/s72-c/DSC00207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-5002706078634596455</id><published>2008-04-15T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:55:55.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z01XzcT42LA&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z01XzcT42LA&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is an oldie, but it's sick and it's UN-BE-LI-VA-BLE! It's a little profane nearing the end though, but nonetheless a good song =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, i got into the Honour Roll for my last sem results. I'm first in my course =) Thank you God. And to everyone who's been there for me in one way or another. My mummy, cali, win and to the other people who i may have left out inadvertently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-5002706078634596455?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/5002706078634596455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=5002706078634596455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5002706078634596455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5002706078634596455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-song-is-oldie-but-its-sick-and-its.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-5748312163038050924</id><published>2008-04-14T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:05:29.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day of school man. That's what's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so i sat down for class in the really cold LT18A with barely 50 students in there. So there was the lecturer revising for Maths for about an hour before another lecturer moved on to industrial engineering. Then it was time for Advanced Machining and crap, i slept, on the first day of school of year 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No big deal though, he was talking about vernier callipers and micrometers. But hey, the story is that i TRIED very hard not to fall asleep. Really. I just couldnt help it, i was in a corner and man it was really really shiok. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my class only has 9 people now =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-5748312163038050924?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/5748312163038050924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=5748312163038050924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5748312163038050924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5748312163038050924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-day-of-school-man.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-5883554669978470806</id><published>2008-04-12T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T00:38:53.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="375" height="205"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1K3zYmJ8Jc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1K3zYmJ8Jc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="205" height="375"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys should totally watch this video, though i know most of you guys wont even bother. But hey, if i do post it up, it's something good. This is some freaking bimbotic video, and it'll totally redefine the meaning of it. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school's reopening soon... In like say, this coming monday? And it's already friday. So go ahead and do the math. I dont wanna think about it. I'm looking forward to it though, but the thought of maintaining my GPA really just makes me scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Acer Aspire 5680 has finally gotten a reboot that it needs. And it's running and fierce, and man, i like it like that. But Oops! just recently acquired new Macbooks and nah, i havent got a share of them, because 1. im not a designer, 2. im not a photographer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-5883554669978470806?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/5883554669978470806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=5883554669978470806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5883554669978470806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5883554669978470806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-guys-should-totally-watch-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-4290479436639660120</id><published>2008-04-05T00:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:14:09.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song is for all the history makers out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="205" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/loyq_JCjZJY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/loyq_JCjZJY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="375" height="205"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many faces to this world. And i choose to stick with some. People are just too unpredictable sometimes, because they may say this and that but they're thinking about another thing altogether. And the thought of this can sometimes poison the way you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you can get paranoid... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something i thought of. I was reading a book bout how people can get all schizophrenic (the hearing voices syndrome) just because they think people are always talking bad about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, had dinner at Cafe del Mar tonight. Honest opinion - not worth the money. We spent $77.50 for a meal for 2, and we're still hungry after that. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-4290479436639660120?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/4290479436639660120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=4290479436639660120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4290479436639660120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4290479436639660120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-song-is-for-all-history-makers-out.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-65995276313714942</id><published>2008-04-01T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T23:36:36.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, so i havent been updating much that's because nothing much has been going on. Sounds reasonable? Anyways, you can see that there are obvious changes on my blog... if you cant, bad doggy! hah. No pun intended though. No, seriously. I kinda like it... and if you think it's too girly for your taking because im a guy, that's just too bad for ya - honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gf chose the template and she painstakingly editted some of the stuff, which i thoroughly appreciate, and tada! My blog. So this is where you start thinking twice about the girly part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and my internet browser's currently down, unfortunately, because of some dumb (it's actually really smart, cause it cant be detected) virus that screwed up my system. And you may be wondering "so how did this post get up?" well, it's my gf, she helps me post them online. See? She's so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 more days to the reopening of school. I'm not celebrating though. It's... school, man. Anyways, for you dudes at school, i'll see you then. For those not in SP, well, there are other ways... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-65995276313714942?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/65995276313714942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=65995276313714942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/65995276313714942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/65995276313714942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/04/alright-so-i-havent-been-updating-much.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-2358964812121694552</id><published>2008-03-27T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:59:48.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gauging people based on what they say may not be the smartest thing to do. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;What i guess i'm saying is, be careful about what you think you know about people. you may not be all i've made you out to be... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how sometimes people can see you the way you AREN'T. I mean, yeah, sure people do see things in different perspectives and stuff, but it really doesn't give you the permit to talk about someone, behind their back and yet alone right in their freaking faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because i've said a few vulgarities doesn't make a criminal. Last i recall, you said them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i may not be who you think i am... So who are you, to freaking judge me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-2358964812121694552?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/2358964812121694552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=2358964812121694552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2358964812121694552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2358964812121694552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7783220277349419749</id><published>2008-03-24T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:32:47.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright... I'm currently, in the Oops! room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF there's any other word to describe how quiet this room is right now, i would. But that'll only happen if i can make up my own word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's 5 of us in here now... But it's so quiet... So.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7783220277349419749?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/7783220277349419749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=7783220277349419749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7783220277349419749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7783220277349419749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/03/alright.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-5225307509431673755</id><published>2008-03-21T00:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T11:24:41.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back! From a 2 week hiatus. There's been so much that's going on and yeah, that pretty much explains it =) Of course there'll be more stuff to justify myself than just a "yeah that's what went on"... If you know what i mean. Cause i don't. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i went to "The Roots" concert at Esplanade, as part of the Mosaic music festival. It was the best concert i've been to. But of course, this is only my third concert. It was awesome though, really. And i enjoyed pretty much of it, right to the every second =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R-KNVV2e3CI/AAAAAAAAAag/MbxNnGAgZqs/s1600-h/roots+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R-KNVV2e3CI/AAAAAAAAAag/MbxNnGAgZqs/s320/roots+1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179857919211920418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R-KNVl2e3DI/AAAAAAAAAao/dWH42N66nhc/s1600-h/the+roots+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R-KNVl2e3DI/AAAAAAAAAao/dWH42N66nhc/s320/the+roots+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179857923506887730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R-KNW12e3EI/AAAAAAAAAaw/RaamhtDNRFM/s1600-h/435076901_489a66a04f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R-KNW12e3EI/AAAAAAAAAaw/RaamhtDNRFM/s320/435076901_489a66a04f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179857944981724226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was the Singapore Flyer. A 30 min ride, but it was well worth it. Pretty boring though, unless you're with your friends and stuff. Jacob was taking pictures and so was Fairuz. So there wasn't much time for us to even talk to each other you see... But the view was, of course, spectacular. I went at night though, so the city lights were a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R-KNXF2e3FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/F9NSYeRSOtA/s1600-h/1451831975_3b44546c7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R-KNXF2e3FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/F9NSYeRSOtA/s320/1451831975_3b44546c7a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179857949276691538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R-KNXV2e3GI/AAAAAAAAAbA/QfBPLNVrFjY/s1600-h/1689267831_5d1218d389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R-KNXV2e3GI/AAAAAAAAAbA/QfBPLNVrFjY/s320/1689267831_5d1218d389.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179857953571658850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days though, i feel that i'm talking too much. So much so i feel that some people may have misunderstood what i actually say. Though of course i'm not paranoid or something, just that's what i feel. I wanna keep quiet for a while... Just a little quiet quiet ;) So pleaseeeee don't bother me if i just keep quiet okeyyy? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R-KNwF2e3HI/AAAAAAAAAbI/HfxUoOT1oFI/s1600-h/be_quiet_by_SMSA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R-KNwF2e3HI/AAAAAAAAAbI/HfxUoOT1oFI/s320/be_quiet_by_SMSA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179858378773421170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i also went for chalet. Only with her and no one else. So yes, it's just the two of us at a Costa Sands Resort at Sentosa. Not to worry though, we didnt do anything that's wrong. It's a really great great time because that was when i truly learnt how to revel in the presence of your loved one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i haven't been writing much these past 2 weeks. Well, the pen is mightier than the sword so they may say, but you certainly need some good motivation or inspiration at least to get your hands to coordinate with the pen. Which can be kinda crappy at times because that's not happening for the past few weeks. Read this whole post again and you'll realise that my english isn't as "powerful". Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life's like shit, just laugh at it! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've learnt something valuable yesterday night. It's hard to find a total stranger that would invest alot in you. Alot in time, and effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-5225307509431673755?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/5225307509431673755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=5225307509431673755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5225307509431673755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5225307509431673755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-back-from-2-week-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R-KNVV2e3CI/AAAAAAAAAag/MbxNnGAgZqs/s72-c/roots+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-3530759803832462972</id><published>2008-03-13T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:36:05.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some paths are meant to be crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some too captivating, that you wished that that’s all you ever &lt;i&gt;drifted&lt;/i&gt; on.&lt;br /&gt;Some too coincidental, you can’t help but wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;Some too dangerous, you thread into it anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;Some too uncertain, you try it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Some rather sad, you feel that you’ve made a mistake but you didn’t.&lt;br /&gt;Some too bright, you feel it’s safer than being in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;Some too dark, you became too used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Some isn’t too bad, you feel you should deserve better.&lt;br /&gt;Some were mistakes; you can’t seem to admit to that.&lt;br /&gt;Some were meant for you; you walked past it and never look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you realised that, all paths has its own special meaning and not all paths are as bad as it seems, neither is all that seems good, is indeed actually good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-3530759803832462972?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/3530759803832462972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=3530759803832462972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/3530759803832462972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/3530759803832462972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-paths-are-meant-to-be-crossed.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-1879981319957654296</id><published>2008-03-13T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T00:47:23.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mon and Tues was the Oops! Course that costed $5000 for a supposed attendance of 40 people. Though let's just say that about 25 people turned up for the first day, and even lesser for the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the course really sucked... Cause the name of the course was afterall "Ultimate Magazine Startup Course", but we've already established ourself see? Here's the twist, i did learn something, and i kinda pity the course instructors when the dudes started to talk on the second day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9gIlPQ1-kI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/03GqTnKRmls/s1600-h/DSCN5507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9gIlPQ1-kI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/03GqTnKRmls/s320/DSCN5507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176897207507745346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9gIlfQ1-lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7UmoSs7lEco/s1600-h/DSCN5510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9gIlfQ1-lI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7UmoSs7lEco/s320/DSCN5510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176897211802712658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the second pic has jacob and i in it. He wants to quit in issue 4. Which is kinda sad because i really think he adds spice to everything that we do. The jokes and gayness that he expresses himself. I know that unless he stumbles upon this site of mine, he'll never know how much he means to Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But afterall, people do come and go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-1879981319957654296?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/1879981319957654296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=1879981319957654296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/1879981319957654296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/1879981319957654296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9gIlPQ1-kI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/03GqTnKRmls/s72-c/DSCN5507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-1982749582492303081</id><published>2008-03-08T00:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T22:47:04.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p93XOlLoFws"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p93XOlLoFws" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a absolutely hectic week with all the Oops! stuff going on. Well, what can i say. It's Oops! It's a great experience, with all the learning together with crapping. Sometimes however things could get pretty dreary and tiring, and at other times there'll be boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9Ki-fQ1-iI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uCvwfzKBcFg/s1600-h/oopsavatar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9Ki-fQ1-iI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uCvwfzKBcFg/s320/oopsavatar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175378116229855778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Lollipop" Back to School party&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to sea as well, and due to the unpredictable weather it rained the moment we got to oneº15. There was only one word to decribe that place though - posh. Everything there was extravagant, including the service. I'd have to say it's really good though, considering this might be the first step singapore takes to becoming really service oriented. I wanted to go pulau hantu though... And of course, the ride there wasnt very smooth because we were caught under heavy rain. So the winds and stuff, people started puking and all. To cut the long story short, eventful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what were we doing on board a boat... Well, photoshoot for fashion spread. Next week wont be as hectic though, which im really grateful for. Otherwise i'll be burnt out yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9IT5vQ1-fI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Tru0iGkNVXU/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9IT5vQ1-fI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Tru0iGkNVXU/s320/DSC00135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175220804462705138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;js with his kinda gay pose&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9IT5_Q1-gI/AAAAAAAAAZw/fpVBNmjspCM/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9IT5_Q1-gI/AAAAAAAAAZw/fpVBNmjspCM/s320/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175220808757672450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;two of the models&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9KmlPQ1-jI/AAAAAAAAAaI/rHgA_T18gw0/s1600-h/s640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9KmlPQ1-jI/AAAAAAAAAaI/rHgA_T18gw0/s320/s640x480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175382080484670002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;luke, js, kevin, jas (i took this pic from her)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, all work a no play makes a person dull. Therefore, this is what we do in the Oops!/Fairuz' office. We've got all kinds of nonsense happening in there. But of course, all these only happens when we get really bored and stressed at working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9IT5fQ1-dI/AAAAAAAAAZY/4umSp5Cur_Q/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9IT5fQ1-dI/AAAAAAAAAZY/4umSp5Cur_Q/s320/DSC00144.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175220800167737810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the epitome of boredom... and a really poor bear. Look at it's shirt&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9IT5_Q1-hI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Sl25zbGxN0A/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9IT5_Q1-hI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Sl25zbGxN0A/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175220808757672466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;hak with the really spastic look&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, js and i went to sit the GX5. It's another variation of the GMax (The inverse bungy). The GX5 is a huge huge swing (somewhat like a pirate ship) but this is much more intense. They hoist you up till you're 90º to the ground and the person sitting at the center has to release a cord so that the whole thing would drop - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9IT5vQ1-eI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6BdXBUrj9lk/s1600-h/DSC00138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9IT5vQ1-eI/AAAAAAAAAZg/6BdXBUrj9lk/s320/DSC00138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175220804462705122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;the GX5&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, i went for the Incubus concert! I was there to work though, cover the event and stuff. It was afterall my first time at a concert and i've to say, it really blew me off - better than i expected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-1982749582492303081?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/1982749582492303081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=1982749582492303081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/1982749582492303081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/1982749582492303081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-absolutely-hectic-week-with.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R9Ki-fQ1-iI/AAAAAAAAAaA/uCvwfzKBcFg/s72-c/oopsavatar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7784309337209135645</id><published>2008-03-04T17:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:06:33.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing beats being bored. Seriously, it's like the most screwed up feeling you can ever feel. Especially when it drives you to do things that are out of the normal. For example, wiki-ing nonsense stuff on the net. Say: the 42 presidents of USA, the Battle of Normandy during WWII, and the best of all, wiki-ing your own name to see if someone wrote anything about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again just 5 mins ago i was restless on this desk in Singapore Polytechnic with 4 other people who are equally restless. And no we're not doing anything about it. We're not doing anything, so much so that i'm even blogging about how boring boredom can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, you can be so bored that you'd do pretty weird stuff, like... hugging a teddy bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R80dOoDygaI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jMHIhNBYb6U/s1600-h/Teddy_bear_by_rybaq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R80dOoDygaI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jMHIhNBYb6U/s320/Teddy_bear_by_rybaq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173823684027253154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's gonna be a full day but right now, im not thinking of that, im thinking of something that's related to physics... A double rainbow... I can tell you how it was formed and stuff, but there's really a mystery to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R80eFIDygbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7o9o0KzyLLE/s1600-h/Double_Rainbow_by_everjonez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R80eFIDygbI/AAAAAAAAAZI/7o9o0KzyLLE/s320/Double_Rainbow_by_everjonez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173824620330123698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Double_rainbow"&gt;Here's more!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pardon me as of now. Writing can be really fun sometimes, that's why, i choose to blog! =D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, there are many other things to do when you're bored. I choose to eat! I just ate 3 donuts which are really nice! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R80e6YDygcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/b8N9Rv8gyiE/s1600-h/Donuts__by_lobotomiie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R80e6YDygcI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/b8N9Rv8gyiE/s320/Donuts__by_lobotomiie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173825535158157762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, those are not what i ate. That's just some random pictures of pretty donuts i ripped off from the net. They're not copyright of course. Even if it is, so what? they didnt tell me, and i didnt know =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, im happy. Why? Cause, im please. Like totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7784309337209135645?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/7784309337209135645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=7784309337209135645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7784309337209135645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7784309337209135645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing-beats-being-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R80dOoDygaI/AAAAAAAAAZA/jMHIhNBYb6U/s72-c/Teddy_bear_by_rybaq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-5713989438605221554</id><published>2008-03-01T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:19:49.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3-RURxitmrY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3-RURxitmrY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Once upon a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sleeping beauty awakens,&lt;br /&gt;a princess finds her unicorn,&lt;br /&gt;a wizard waves his wand,&lt;br /&gt;a shining star guides the way,&lt;br /&gt;a pirate discovers hidden treasure,&lt;br /&gt;a knight slays a dragon,&lt;br /&gt;secret worlds are revealed,&lt;br /&gt;and all before the clock strikes midnight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Constellations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand years ago, the sky was lit with hanging stars. A thousand years ago, people saw the same stars that we're seeing now. A thousand years ago, was oh-so different from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Orion in the dust clouds, the Big Dipper adorned on wedding dresses. There's no sound that's more beautiful, than the rustling of the earth, and the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And up in the distance, I can see a star, sitting near a street light that it couldn't bear to leave apart. And it's in these like this everywhere if you'd just take off your glasses, and realise the world isn't as dark as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And constellations remain the same... They never change. Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-5713989438605221554?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/5713989438605221554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=5713989438605221554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5713989438605221554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5713989438605221554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/03/once-upon-time.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-380821177009292145</id><published>2008-02-29T17:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T21:37:31.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R8gFObCnqWI/AAAAAAAAAY4/QquBWDLnx0E/s1600-h/6d645806443e0412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R8gFObCnqWI/AAAAAAAAAY4/QquBWDLnx0E/s320/6d645806443e0412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172389917370067298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Astronomical clock. Prague, Czech Republic&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to prioritize. Oh and happy leap year =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a mood to blog yesterday night but i had to type an article, and sometimes, doing that really takes the creativity outta me. You see, when you write, you should write with no boundaries - creativity as the call it, creativity knows no bounds. But when you start writing with a topic things start to get narrowed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not what i want to say though, take a look at this link over here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mediaclub.stomp.com.sg/hotstuff/view/page/1"&gt;Singapore Airshow 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Singapore Airshow 2008 article has a hit of 2100 people. Which is good, by Oops! standards. So please go there and take a look at it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been quite dramatic though - for me at least. Let's just say that my girlfriend was quite unhappy at some stuff but we managed to patch things back together and we're better than before, my long-awaited exam results and the stupid trip to m'sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My exam results&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ENGINEERING MATHEMATICS I&lt;/i&gt; ----------A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;THERMOFLUIDS I &lt;/i&gt;-----------------------------A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;COMPUTER-AIDED DRAFTING &lt;/i&gt;------------A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ELECTRONICS &lt;/i&gt;---------------------------------A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;EVERYDAY CHEMICAL HAZARDS&lt;/i&gt;----------A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ORAL COMMUNICATION &lt;/i&gt;--------------------DIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;IDEA &lt;/i&gt;----------------------------------------------DIST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MECHANICS I &lt;/i&gt;------------------------B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my GPA for this sem is 3.92. Gotta thank God and cali for helping me pull through when i thought i wouldn't =) honestly, these grades come as a surprise as i really had not much of a hope achieving a good result. And prayers do help... wouldn't hurt if you said one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, im grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you guys should totally check this out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R8fhHbCnqQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/c1YTGye_KBs/s1600-h/fxfowle-dubai-arch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R8fhHbCnqQI/AAAAAAAAAYI/c1YTGye_KBs/s320/fxfowle-dubai-arch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172350214692382978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Dubai's new creation. The Arch Bridge. The peeps in Dubai are extreme when it comes to modern architecture. In fact, i reckon them the best. Look at the twists and stuff you're think they even impossible to engineer, but guess what? The construction is already underway. I'm beginning to wonder if Singapore's IR would be any match to a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've said pretty much and i guess and i am starting to sense (even though i'm typing this way before anyone would see) people speed reading to get this over and done with, so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R8fi3bCnqRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Qpp_EKNiTaE/s1600-h/080227_ss_azite1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R8fi3bCnqRI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Qpp_EKNiTaE/s320/080227_ss_azite1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172352138837731602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pictures tell a thousand words... ITE advert and Japanese video game. can see the similarities?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R8flHbCnqSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/hCvvONpO4tg/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R8flHbCnqSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/hCvvONpO4tg/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172354612738894114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A quaint little lane in East Coast Road&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R8flILCnqUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/NwKNf8LqTpM/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R8flILCnqUI/AAAAAAAAAYo/NwKNf8LqTpM/s320/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172354625623796034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A place where nice waffles are sold, suntec city&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R8flIbCnqVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/KRE-1YdJWpA/s1600-h/DSC00068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R8flIbCnqVI/AAAAAAAAAYw/KRE-1YdJWpA/s320/DSC00068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172354629918763346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Warning sign, i missed the good part and i realise&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a pretty brief history of what had happened in the past week =) i'll be back to writing stories again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After im not so tied down to Oops! And hopefully, i'll be able to take a break and so wander around singapore sometime. Walk along Baghdad Street and snapping some photos perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-380821177009292145?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/380821177009292145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=380821177009292145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/380821177009292145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/380821177009292145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-to-prioritize.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R8gFObCnqWI/AAAAAAAAAY4/QquBWDLnx0E/s72-c/6d645806443e0412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-3947077820427113056</id><published>2008-02-23T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T00:30:28.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And all at once, the crowd begins to sing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-3947077820427113056?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/3947077820427113056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=3947077820427113056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/3947077820427113056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/3947077820427113056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-all-at-once-crowd-begins-to-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7154805164347936781</id><published>2008-02-20T10:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:22:56.487+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R7uWK0cFctI/AAAAAAAAAYA/80Tf27SSZTU/s1600-h/tick+tock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R7uWK0cFctI/AAAAAAAAAYA/80Tf27SSZTU/s320/tick+tock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168890109957075666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwatching can be such a fascinating thing to do. Have you ever stared a clock and notice how every second just passes by? Then when you do, you’ve got the strange obsession of wanting to stop the clock – the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopping the time – imagine if you had it. A power that only God can have, then again, it doesn’t mean you can be God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then the sound on a computer – you’ve got message.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just snap of whatever you’re doing – clockwatching – and get back to reality. And before you do that, you take a look at the clock to remind yourself of the time. Then you turn back to the computer, unknowingly that you just had the strangest obsession over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R7uU8EcFcqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/z3Mv45ndrVE/s1600-h/CIMG0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R7uU8EcFcqI/AAAAAAAAAXo/z3Mv45ndrVE/s320/CIMG0690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168888757042377378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;That's mah nametag =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R7uU9UcFcrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ugJuTAivVSY/s1600-h/CIMG0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R7uU9UcFcrI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ugJuTAivVSY/s320/CIMG0691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168888778517213874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Media invites: ST Kinetics, Boeing, Airbus, Lockheed Martin, Embraer&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking for pictures during the Singapore Airshow, well, i dont have any. I've to wait for Jacob to edit some pictures before getting them =) I got free Haagen Dazs ice cream! It's those small tubs though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my name tag is uber cool i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7154805164347936781?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/7154805164347936781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=7154805164347936781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7154805164347936781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7154805164347936781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/02/clockwatching-can-be-such-fascinating.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R7uWK0cFctI/AAAAAAAAAYA/80Tf27SSZTU/s72-c/tick+tock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-3805127708554779532</id><published>2008-02-17T22:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T23:07:41.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R7hMPkcFcpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/93sS7lW2Klo/s1600-h/DSC00056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R7hMPkcFcpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/93sS7lW2Klo/s320/DSC00056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167964402770866834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, i've got one, such as publishing a book someday, and i intend to stick to it! If nothing goes wrong though. And we all know, sometimes life dont permit you to do certaing things because it's just life, it's never fair. Though you do harbour dreams, sometimes you're just dreaming. It just never really happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you do know that books needa have a good design and such to attract people to buy right? I've got a solution! Ying2! But she doesnt want to help me to design my book(if i ever get to publish one). Cause she's turning evil. BUT WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Bar'ley] says :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gotta help me design my book =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHERE'S MY DFFP? says :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noo. ill turn evil soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Bar'ley] says :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when you turn evil i'll give you some honey stars to make you good again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Bar'ley] says :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or some of th heaven and earth green tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Bar'ley] says :&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw it on the tv.. it works.. it turns baddies into goodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count your blessings, before they're long gone. As chief editor, i actually find it freaking hard to write articles. Damn. SO that's a confession,something that not many of you guys know. It's really saddening though, to know that such fact exists. Enlighten me someone, PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;center&gt;"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,&lt;br /&gt;Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet&lt;br /&gt;Act 1 Scene 5 line 16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-3805127708554779532?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/3805127708554779532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=3805127708554779532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/3805127708554779532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/3805127708554779532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/02/dreams-ive-got-one-such-as-publishing.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R7hMPkcFcpI/AAAAAAAAAXg/93sS7lW2Klo/s72-c/DSC00056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-2929154473255682676</id><published>2008-02-15T11:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:07:32.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Push/Pull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R7UPikcFcoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/L-EFasvwXrE/s1600-h/Hands_by_lukenichol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R7UPikcFcoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/L-EFasvwXrE/s320/Hands_by_lukenichol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167053234048955010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years ago, on a particular NPCC training session...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GIVE ME A HELL YEAH!"&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll be more focuc on stories now and then, whenever i feel like it, and i'll post them up at my other &lt;a href="http://xyetheses.blogspot.com"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; So everytime you see a story up here, it'll be on there as well =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Push/Pull&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood in front of an entrance at kfc at 12am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door had no push/pull sign. I scanned from top to bottom but neither is there a handle. I tried knocking it but there was just a cold clank coming from it. Then i remember how doors were supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Square, rectangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinges, keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handles, knobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped back and take a look at the door again, and realised it wasn't and ordinary door. Now i took a look at it again, bewildered. I saw a tag at the top right hand corner. It read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;"Protected by Cisco Co.&lt;br /&gt;Electronic Sliding Door"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes you wonder how we perceive things as they are. How are doors supposed to look like? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one door closes, just kick it down or saw a hole in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-2929154473255682676?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/2929154473255682676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=2929154473255682676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2929154473255682676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2929154473255682676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/02/pushpull.html' title='Push/Pull'/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R7UPikcFcoI/AAAAAAAAAXY/L-EFasvwXrE/s72-c/Hands_by_lukenichol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-1171291119514319609</id><published>2008-02-12T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:48:36.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and onions</title><content type='html'>I felt like writing a story and i did. It isnt great though. Kinda corny i think. Im not too sure if you get the gist of the story though. it's rather, corny. Haha. This is a disclaimer. So dont go tagging "man your story's boring" at the end of it all =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Onions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You and onions make me cry", was the the last sentence i heard from her as she departed back to LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, i never knew it would be so hard to forget someone - a friend. Literally, i am chopping up fresh onions for my dinner, spaghetti, something which i really look forward to. A food that she has a borderless appetite for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the songs that we sang about onions on the swing under the old oak tree. We even wrote a song titled "You and onions". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onions really make me cry. Right now chopping these onions could be such a gruesome chore because i'm not sure if this is my excuse to cry for you. The coming days would even be more trying though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to get through this. It's tough however to get through this urge. It's hard trying to resist this test.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-1171291119514319609?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/1171291119514319609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=1171291119514319609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/1171291119514319609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/1171291119514319609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-and-onions.html' title='You and onions'/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-2018433946518924642</id><published>2008-02-12T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T12:07:18.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="460" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/hy5rROZQz1/aus=false/pv=2/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/hy5rROZQz1/aus=false/pv=2/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="460" height="390" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE WATCH!!!! IT'S NICE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-2018433946518924642?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/2018433946518924642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=2018433946518924642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2018433946518924642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2018433946518924642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/02/please-watch-its-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7507198998977631896</id><published>2008-02-07T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:50:13.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not get me wrong i cannot wait, for you to some home.&lt;br /&gt;For now you're not here and I'm not there, it's like we're on our own&lt;br /&gt;To figure it out, consider how to find a place to stand&lt;br /&gt;Instead of walking away and instead of nowhere to land&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Pd-Qyscs54&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Pd-Qyscs54&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy lunar new year to you guys =) Hopefully all of your red packets are filled with lots of joy (you know what i mean =)) All the best for people like pam, eric, eugene, mak and whoever who's exams haven't started yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of exams like constipation, just that it lasts longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, i didnt go visiting today. Well, it's rather nice to have the whole afternoon to yourself, doing things that you like. It's been a while since i got this kinda serenity all for myself. Take a break people. Get away from the smoky roads and busy streets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6snmxtrmtI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dmCekq7okVs/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6snmxtrmtI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dmCekq7okVs/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164264944843856594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Lights from a certain chalet on a monday night&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6snnRtrmuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SrYq_gAndsE/s1600-h/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6snnRtrmuI/AAAAAAAAAXM/SrYq_gAndsE/s320/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164264953433791202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You dont have to see birds outside.&lt;br /&gt;Taken from my living room&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the world's a stage,&lt;br /&gt;And all the men and women merely players;&lt;br /&gt;They have their exits and their entrances;&lt;br /&gt;And one man in his time plays many parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;As you like it&lt;br /&gt;Act II, Scene VII, lines 139&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, read some shakespeare if you've the time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7507198998977631896?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/7507198998977631896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=7507198998977631896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7507198998977631896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7507198998977631896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-not-get-me-wrong-i-cannot-wait-for.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6snmxtrmtI/AAAAAAAAAXE/dmCekq7okVs/s72-c/DSC00012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-8553586276042116952</id><published>2008-02-05T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T22:40:29.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_v6qTN6g7A&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_v6qTN6g7A&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video. You'll go "what the hell" after the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days has been really tiring for me. There was an Oops chalet which was mostly about meeting for the Chiefs. To cut the long story short, i actually knew more people in oops than i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously. sometimes it's weird to even think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, during the chalet, i came up with a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in st pat's doesnt make you a patrician. It is what you experience along the way that really count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, right now i dont feel like blogging, im just tired. So until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-8553586276042116952?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/8553586276042116952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=8553586276042116952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8553586276042116952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8553586276042116952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/02/watch-this-video.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-9012601830146981267</id><published>2008-02-01T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T21:12:02.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WARNING: &lt;i&gt;This post would seem rather long to some people. SO please dedicate some of your really precious time to reading this once-in-a-while long post. Thank you for obeying the rules. Otherwise, fine $1000.00&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM!! Spelled with capital letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my papers are finally over! and i really really rejoice! i've put in alot of time and effort into studying. Hopefully i will do well, but then again, there's no one to blame if i dont. I'll get my results on 28th Feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as i wish for myself to do well (who wouldnt?!) and get through with a good GPA. I am quite sure that this semester wont be as well performed as last semester. I look to the skies everyday hoping very hard that things might change but i know God works in really mysterious ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6MVYxtrmpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/y7u4EZLYNzY/s1600-h/fc4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6MVYxtrmpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/y7u4EZLYNzY/s320/fc4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161993113302702738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;This picture was taken today at Foodcourt 4. A few moments (seconds in fact) before a huge crowd of very well dressed Year 3 students hogged the exact same spot and took, i supposed, their last few group photos in SP. It's an interesting picture because the only colours that stand out is red and green =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6MVYRtrmnI/AAAAAAAAAWU/9DHsbWSIS9A/s1600-h/brasbasah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6MVYRtrmnI/AAAAAAAAAWU/9DHsbWSIS9A/s320/brasbasah.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161993104712768114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Bras Basah. I will remember that place for all the long hours of toiling for a few papers that didnt really turn out well.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6MZKBtrmqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HYfUUbDeWdw/s1600-h/odeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6MZKBtrmqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/HYfUUbDeWdw/s320/odeon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161997257946143394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Odeon Towers. The building beside bras basah. Also the one which i did all my revision. Ahh.. See you next semester. I'll be back... To study.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6MVYhtrmoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/aoaxkPLV2k8/s1600-h/bus+stop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6MVYhtrmoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/aoaxkPLV2k8/s320/bus+stop.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161993109007735426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The bus stop that accompanied my wait for the bus every single day. Thank you bus stop. You're very kind. But rarely do i stand under you. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got a new phone! It's a much anticipated wait though. I've been wanting a new phone since ages. And yet, i stuck faithfully to SingTel, which to me offers quite lousy connection to my phone. So i finally got thee change and right now, i'm pretty happy with my new toy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to realise also that despite all the functions, i wont even be able to use some. Internet, and other stuffs means you just gotta pay more. Pay = money = a luxury which i dont really have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6MZKhtrmrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/cOOy1SWwghY/s1600-h/phone+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6MZKhtrmrI/AAAAAAAAAW0/cOOy1SWwghY/s320/phone+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161997266536078002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I know you want it&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6MZLBtrmsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wdR9ZqTKgN8/s1600-h/phone+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6MZLBtrmsI/AAAAAAAAAW8/wdR9ZqTKgN8/s320/phone+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161997275126012610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Now i know you really want it&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i actually have a lot more to blog. However, i guess i'll just leave it to another day, lest i bore you out again. It's 9:04pm right now, and im hungry. So i'll go eat while you guys carry on... Doing whatever you're already doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-9012601830146981267?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/9012601830146981267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=9012601830146981267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/9012601830146981267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/9012601830146981267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/02/warning-this-post-would-seem-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R6MVYxtrmpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/y7u4EZLYNzY/s72-c/fc4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-9036590653423504752</id><published>2008-01-29T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T21:32:08.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKxnJ5iyC-w&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So some of you may be wondering what's with the newer and cooler layout. Well, it happened by accident =) In fact it wasn't going to happen at all. Somehow the picture (the one with the pretty cranes) was deleted by the creator and therefore, my blog kinda freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how an unplayed piano still holds a tune... I can hear the violins long before it begins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. havent got much else to blog about. Studying and studying. Really prevents my brain juices fmo churning up stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-9036590653423504752?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/9036590653423504752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=9036590653423504752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/9036590653423504752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/9036590653423504752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/01/right.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-441894781810113451</id><published>2008-01-25T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:23:35.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dg-UrpMJDnc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dg-UrpMJDnc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all at once the crowd begins to sing. Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same. Then all the lights start to shine. Flickering but never knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pretty shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5nuvhtrmkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/a1mpxQh09V4/s1600-h/CIMG0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5nuvhtrmkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/a1mpxQh09V4/s320/CIMG0613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159417348400847426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5nuwBtrmlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4Cz8XL_CV3s/s1600-h/CIMG0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5nuwBtrmlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/4Cz8XL_CV3s/s320/CIMG0612.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159417356990782034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5nuwRtrmmI/AAAAAAAAAWM/V2gt2BfbMGE/s1600-h/CIMG0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5nuwRtrmmI/AAAAAAAAAWM/V2gt2BfbMGE/s320/CIMG0619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159417361285749346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i'm left with one more paper - electronics. I had my thermofluids today and it was all well, hopefully. Things haven't been going as planned lately. I guess things screw up here and there when you're studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body clock goes out of place.&lt;br /&gt;You get tired easy.&lt;br /&gt;You think differently.&lt;br /&gt;you see things with information flowing through your head.&lt;br /&gt;You find time passes really quick.&lt;br /&gt;You find that a day before the exam you still dont know a number of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the big smile on my face? It's a psycopathic smile =D Just kidding. I can count the number of white hair on my head. I'm crossing my fingers that it does not multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss St Pat's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail hail, Alma mater,&lt;br /&gt;Hail to De La Salle (DE LA SALLE!),&lt;br /&gt;We'll hold your banner high with pride,&lt;br /&gt;A shield of green and white (GREEN AND WHITE),&lt;br /&gt;We'll fight to keep your glory bright,&lt;br /&gt;And never shall we fail (PASS PASS PASS!),&lt;br /&gt;Hail to thee our Alma mater,&lt;br /&gt;Hail (HAIL) Hail (HAIL) Hail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;pars maior lacrimas ridet et intus habet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-441894781810113451?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/441894781810113451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=441894781810113451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/441894781810113451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/441894781810113451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-all-at-once-crowd-begins-to-sing.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5nuvhtrmkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/a1mpxQh09V4/s72-c/CIMG0613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-404632376846181313</id><published>2008-01-22T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:45:13.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wK2ksGXLtew&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wK2ksGXLtew&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running the academic rat race. The grand prize - the best and freshest cheese one that can ask for. The academic rat race: the survival of the books. Then again when you win the race at the end of it all... You're, still a rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5YAoZcNgWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xyuAdulx7c/s1600-h/rat+race+by+sodium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5YAoZcNgWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xyuAdulx7c/s320/rat+race+by+sodium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158311117223461218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If luke says it's tough, that means we're all dead". it seems everytime when these words are said by my fellow classmates, now and before, i am seen as the Albert Einstein of the class. Thing is, it doesn't matter if i am able to solve a few problems of differentiation or ever to explain Newton's Law of Motion, all those doesn't make me a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about differentiation and the Law's of Motion. The culprit/founder of these really irritation concepts is none other than Issac Newton. If i had a chance to pop back in time to meet him i'll most probably ask "Mr Newton, why did you make things so hard for people my age? I know physics is like english to you but i'm sure people like me would rather eat apples than to study a year the way an apple falls from the trees"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of our meeting, i'll give him a box of apple strudel and tell him to enjoy =) after that i'll sure to see groups of english pikemen bringing me to the galls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5YAY5cNgTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/K0KplYSLoNw/s1600-h/duhcoolies+-+newton%27s+apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5YAY5cNgTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/K0KplYSLoNw/s320/duhcoolies+-+newton%27s+apple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158310850935488818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Newton's more influential than Einstein &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5YAoZcNgVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/maOAyzR-miE/s1600-h/250px-GodfreyKneller-IsaacNewton-1689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5YAoZcNgVI/AAAAAAAAAVk/maOAyzR-miE/s320/250px-GodfreyKneller-IsaacNewton-1689.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158311117223461202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I wanted to find a spoof to his portrait and stuff cause i cant stand the ways he's so smart&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit &lt;i&gt;(a colloquial used so often to describe a brief moment of angst and it may well be the most used adjective in modern society)&lt;/i&gt;. I'm blogging about Newton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maths paper just ended today. Well, i havent got any regrets other than staring at the trees out the window for a mere minute. Then again, i know i didnt do too well. Thank's ah Newton for creating calculus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5YBVpcNgXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Hke0ikTU218/s1600-h/CIMG0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5YBVpcNgXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Hke0ikTU218/s320/CIMG0597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158311894612541810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Wow. look at all those revision.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-404632376846181313?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/404632376846181313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=404632376846181313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/404632376846181313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/404632376846181313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/01/running-academic-rat-race.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R5YAoZcNgWI/AAAAAAAAAVs/8xyuAdulx7c/s72-c/rat+race+by+sodium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-3337854242460594494</id><published>2008-01-19T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T00:41:20.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So they say, the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair. Think about it =) Isn't it just so true sometimes? To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven. There is a time to everything. Today, it's time for the exams - which didn't really go on according to planned. Then again, im grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jj6yXxVc21Y&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jj6yXxVc21Y&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so the above is just another one of the artsy songs. I'm sure many of you will like the tune. Then again it may just bore some people out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that you cant please everyone in this world. Whatever you do there'll be opposition. Sometimes we do hope that the world be kind to us, then again, we're just a tiny fragment of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that goes on in my little head. That's the reason why i daydream alot. Yeah. I do things different from alot of people but i dont really care. It's my form of expressing myself. Then again, all the little things that goes on in my head are just figments of my imagination. So don't flame me for staring at blank space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's late now. enjoy the stars. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-3337854242460594494?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/3337854242460594494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=3337854242460594494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/3337854242460594494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/3337854242460594494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-they-say-beauty-of-grace-is-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-6861415179897823732</id><published>2008-01-15T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:48:22.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;When marimba rhythms start to play&lt;br /&gt;Dance with me, make me sway&lt;br /&gt;Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close, sway me more&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aFPvKGL69kE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aFPvKGL69kE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea but this song has been my all time favourite. I've listened to it since young and my head starts shaking and my mouth starts to lip sync.&lt;br /&gt;This song has been out since the 1970s. So enjoy =) &lt;i&gt;sway, pussycat dolls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am down with sore throat, flu and cough. Man i really needa break from all the studying. Talking about study. I SCREWED UP MY MECHANICS. I gave in my best though. No regrets. None at all. Perhaps the only regret is studying for the paper for such a long time. I started since 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so sometimes i really do prefer to see things through a camera. I used to bring my camera everywhere i go =) and i just take pictures of things. Of course, random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4zU0ZcNgQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LPUUlgy5IGw/s1600-h/train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4zU0ZcNgQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LPUUlgy5IGw/s320/train.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155729670079873282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; After a long day of studying at raffles place &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4zU0ZcNgRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/uFmextuvIUI/s1600-h/starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4zU0ZcNgRI/AAAAAAAAAVE/uFmextuvIUI/s320/starbucks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155729670079873298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Before a long day of studying at city hall&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4zU0pcNgSI/AAAAAAAAAVM/S8cIEIj-sA0/s1600-h/fc+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4zU0pcNgSI/AAAAAAAAAVM/S8cIEIj-sA0/s320/fc+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155729674374840610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Singapore Polytechnic Food Court 1. Took a picture of the table&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting some pictures of my school sometime soon. Before the school closes for the 2.5 month break. Hopefully that break comes soon, cause im really needing it. I dont want to memorize any more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-6861415179897823732?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/6861415179897823732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=6861415179897823732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6861415179897823732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6861415179897823732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-marimba-rhythms-start-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4zU0ZcNgQI/AAAAAAAAAU8/LPUUlgy5IGw/s72-c/train.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-178984187377719857</id><published>2008-01-11T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T23:18:18.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is some cool music that i found off youtube. Try listening to it. You may just fall in love with the tune =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMq4akUZr8c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PMq4akUZr8c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i did a good deed. so should i really say it out? i bought a bookmark from one an ex-convict at Dover MRT today. He said it was for charity. I really hope so. It's kinda funny, these kinda people. They wronged, and now they're trying so hard to be right again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so my GEMs test is finally over. Well, unless you're aiming for an A the test wouldnt seem that tough. Oh well, right now i've just to concentrate on my exams and presentations. I'm too free right now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that i really artsy and stuff and i know people are always saying that i dont look like the quiet type. Well, sometimes an artist needs to be lonely, so you can think about stuff and not get too caught up in the society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about life today. I was thinking why am i so stressed over studies. Well, i figured it all out. I'm not stressed. It's just the things i do that makes me stress.. I want to score As. That's where the whole thing collapses you see. I shouldnt just concentrate on achievements, but also the people around me. I want to get As and also to help others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some pictures that i got off from my computer... It's been there for sometime and im not too sure how i got them already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4eIGpcNgOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6JJf_56fMfQ/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4eIGpcNgOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6JJf_56fMfQ/s320/butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154237946333593826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;A butterfly taken at St Patrick's School.&lt;br /&gt;Across the road is another school: CHIJ Katong Convent. Just so to let you know &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4eIHJcNgPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0yF9fOBZQic/s1600-h/finger+fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4eIHJcNgPI/AAAAAAAAAU0/0yF9fOBZQic/s320/finger+fight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154237954923528434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Guess who's fingers are that? Alright, it's mine. I was too bored =) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care... To whoever's reading this =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-178984187377719857?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/178984187377719857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=178984187377719857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/178984187377719857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/178984187377719857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-some-cool-music-that-i-found.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4eIGpcNgOI/AAAAAAAAAUs/6JJf_56fMfQ/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-6428800706984904110</id><published>2008-01-10T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T12:37:01.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today is the first time that i am having a lunch break alone at school. It's about 12.30pm right now... My break started at say around 11am? Yeah. Im so bored actually.. Oh well, lessons are starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1pm =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-6428800706984904110?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/6428800706984904110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=6428800706984904110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6428800706984904110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6428800706984904110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/01/hey-well-today-is-first-time-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-8112238729067457873</id><published>2008-01-06T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:40:12.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4DnSpcNgNI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bvyMVuaykmY/s1600-h/the_grass_realy_is_greener_by_comlag84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4DnSpcNgNI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bvyMVuaykmY/s320/the_grass_realy_is_greener_by_comlag84.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152372281259688146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that grass was much greener on the other side. When life paid a visit, you just have to give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass may be greener on the otherside&lt;br /&gt;but it still has weeds growing.&lt;br /&gt;there might be a pot of gold over the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;but it still will have to be taxed.&lt;br /&gt;cloud nine might be close to heaven&lt;br /&gt;but it still turns gray.&lt;br /&gt;yes, a cat has 9 lives&lt;br /&gt;but a cat will have to die sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told me that grass was much greener. The grass is never greener, you see it wrong, it just seems like it is =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-8112238729067457873?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/8112238729067457873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=8112238729067457873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8112238729067457873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/8112238729067457873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/01/someone-once-told-me-that-grass-was.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R4DnSpcNgNI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bvyMVuaykmY/s72-c/the_grass_realy_is_greener_by_comlag84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-2606450452103042058</id><published>2008-01-06T00:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T00:27:11.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, an apology in advance for the lack of posts and updates for the next 4 weeks. I really appreciate to the really few people who even this really quiet blog of mine =) Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going to be really hectic and busy for me. The Semestral Exams are here and i've got a few more crucial presentations before i wrap up the 1st year. So, less posts ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zBBsCdZUfO0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zBBsCdZUfO0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 years old. Cool, now that sounds like a time for me to get my driving license! But wait a minute, i've got no cash to take it, nor do i have the money to finance a car. Talking about that, i know many of you might think that guys LOVE to drive fast and powerful cars like a Ferrari or Lamborghini. It's really easy for me, but i don't want to drive a Toyota or even a Ferrari. What i want is just a little bettle =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-r-ZcNgKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/uBMDsf25ROQ/s1600-h/ever+feel+like+flying.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-r-ZcNgKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/uBMDsf25ROQ/s320/ever+feel+like+flying.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152025587204587682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ever felt like flying through the clouds?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-r3JcNgFI/AAAAAAAAATk/ku8GJOWY-B0/s1600-h/beetle+gives+you+wings.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-r3JcNgFI/AAAAAAAAATk/ku8GJOWY-B0/s320/beetle+gives+you+wings.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152025462650536018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Beetles give you wings! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-r3ZcNgGI/AAAAAAAAATs/9C6FUHpxmqQ/s1600-h/buggy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-r3ZcNgGI/AAAAAAAAATs/9C6FUHpxmqQ/s320/buggy.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152025466945503330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And you can convert it to be a dune buggy!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-r3ZcNgHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xHBDWShqoBI/s1600-h/Bailsbondman_VW_by_sherryetal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-r3ZcNgHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/xHBDWShqoBI/s320/Bailsbondman_VW_by_sherryetal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152025466945503346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;And a jail on wheels =)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-r3ZcNgII/AAAAAAAAAT8/u3WY6NKG2hc/s1600-h/Barbie_Bug_by_DrummahJen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-r3ZcNgII/AAAAAAAAAT8/u3WY6NKG2hc/s320/Barbie_Bug_by_DrummahJen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152025466945503362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;That colour would be perfect my cali =D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-r3pcNgJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/DBOt6uXbBYs/s1600-h/575253019_9b7b357e30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-r3pcNgJI/AAAAAAAAAUE/DBOt6uXbBYs/s320/575253019_9b7b357e30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152025471240470674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;The nicest paintjob i've ever seen!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-vpJcNgMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/33q1qre9Ocg/s1600-h/singapore+bug!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-vpJcNgMI/AAAAAAAAAUc/33q1qre9Ocg/s320/singapore+bug!.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152029620178878658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;THE SINGAPORE BEETLE! Taken at Bugis area&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice hmm? I dont have an idea why ive got such knack for a volkswagon. Well, it takes a man to drive a beetle yeah? Not many guys on the road driving such a small and cute car. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all for the pictures to show but one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-tIJcNgLI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lYuyB6w-kgI/s1600-h/IDEA+product.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-tIJcNgLI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lYuyB6w-kgI/s320/IDEA+product.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152026854219940018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a product that my group members and i came up with for our final presentation for our IDEA module. I ahve no idea why engineering students have to take such a module. Anyway, i did that drawing =) I applied my Computer Aided Drafting (CAD) skills! I also take CAD as another module. The name for this product is de'Canape. In french, it is "the couch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight to the cat outside my door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-2606450452103042058?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/2606450452103042058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=2606450452103042058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2606450452103042058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2606450452103042058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/01/alright-apology-in-advance-for-lack-of.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3-r-ZcNgKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/uBMDsf25ROQ/s72-c/ever+feel+like+flying.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7267321207319565113</id><published>2008-01-03T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:31:02.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hopefully tomorrow would be better than today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the polyclinic today to get myself checked up because i was having chest pains from 11pm last night till this morning about 9am when i visited the doctor. I got scanned and the nurses were afraid it was some kinda heart problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just some muscle contractions due to my diarrhea. On the side note, the doctor told me my blood pressure is kinda high. But the doc also said that because im young, my blood pressure would subside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the story? I guess i'll have to keep my health in check now. The things i eat, the way i live, the things i think, the words i say. That's pretty much for a little boy like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, i choose to think that i'm still young =) I'm only 18 and i'm going to live till 80. Then again, im grateful that i'm still given a chance to make my life proper now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008. what the...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7267321207319565113?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/7267321207319565113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=7267321207319565113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7267321207319565113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7267321207319565113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/01/hopefully-tomorrow-would-be-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-5348498193714197547</id><published>2008-01-02T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:37:29.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To start of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently suffering from fever and constant diarrheas. To top it all up there's a test tomorrow as well as on Friday. That's not cool.. not cool at all. Especially when im heating up over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, neither can i study right now. Oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-5348498193714197547?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/5348498193714197547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=5348498193714197547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5348498193714197547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5348498193714197547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2008/01/to-start-of-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-1743655120039933329</id><published>2007-12-30T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T16:19:52.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right. So i just quarrelled with my mum again. What happened? Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came home just a while ago and i was sitting in the living room reading today's papers. There was this stack of clothes that i was sitting beside as well. So she told me to keep them and i casually replied "yah". Now here's when things got out of hand. She kept talking and talking and i got pretty sick of it and i stood up from the sofa when oh so coincidentally my keys dropped to the ground and i picked it up. As all of you know when you pick up keys there'll be SOUND created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flared up and raised her voice "always like that. slamming things and making noises when you not happy". So i shouted back, and that started the chain reaction. I'm kinda alright actually. I dont really feel much, but yeah, it's already the second last day of 2007, obviously i'll feel a sense of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first song i sang... And it's to my mummy. I was only 8 years old then. I was naive and i didnt know it was a love song. Haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vo_0UXRY_rY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vo_0UXRY_rY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;The peach, the apple and the blackberry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peach and the apple decided to have a contest to determine which one was more beautiful than the other. However, when tempers flared and the competition appear to be getting out of hand, a blackberry thrust his head from a nearby bush and cried out, "This dispute's gone long enough. Let's all be friends and stop this nonsence!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you think so? The loudest quarrels are often the most petty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this are the out takes for Chrismas 2007. Those are some shots that my i took from my friend. It isnt much but that's all i've got =) And like i promised, the pictures that depicts Christmas.      n-joi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dOqpcNf6I/AAAAAAAAASM/4z2R4gAVNvg/s1600-h/A+Diff+Music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dOqpcNf6I/AAAAAAAAASM/4z2R4gAVNvg/s320/A+Diff+Music.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149671193507102626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; This invalid was busking on Christmas Day at Orchard Road. Amidst the festive mood and all the sounds around, he was playing a different kind of music. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dOrZcNf7I/AAAAAAAAASU/yKhYqv4b32c/s1600-h/Chijmes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dOrZcNf7I/AAAAAAAAASU/yKhYqv4b32c/s320/Chijmes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149671206392004530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; CHIJMES. A beautiful church turned al fresco dining.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dOrZcNf8I/AAAAAAAAASc/ttBW6oRXneE/s1600-h/Christmas_Reflection_by_anshu18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dOrZcNf8I/AAAAAAAAASc/ttBW6oRXneE/s320/vivo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149671206392004546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; And the merry go round goes round and round. Round and round the christmas tree. VivoCity &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dOr5cNf9I/AAAAAAAAASk/H726XK8A5eM/s1600-h/fullerton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dOr5cNf9I/AAAAAAAAASk/H726XK8A5eM/s320/fullerton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149671214981939154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Five star hotel with a five star view. Fullerton. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dOr5cNf-I/AAAAAAAAASs/I5x7AtVSCvo/s1600-h/raffles+hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dOr5cNf-I/AAAAAAAAASs/I5x7AtVSCvo/s320/raffles+hotel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149671214981939170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Raffles Hotel&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dQUpcNgCI/AAAAAAAAATM/rgPi9SJ1Xsc/s1600-h/stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dQUpcNgCI/AAAAAAAAATM/rgPi9SJ1Xsc/s320/stars.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149673014573236258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; I can't remember where this was taken. Bother.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dQUpcNgDI/AAAAAAAAATU/5n13qEKLYB4/s1600-h/lights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dQUpcNgDI/AAAAAAAAATU/5n13qEKLYB4/s320/lights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149673014573236274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Then i saw a tree, a tall tall tree, with many little stars, ittle little stars&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dQU5cNgEI/AAAAAAAAATc/JjR8SUUgNoI/s1600-h/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dQU5cNgEI/AAAAAAAAATc/JjR8SUUgNoI/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149673018868203586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; In the wet December of Christmas, that tall tall tree, with little little stars, by grace i walk away&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's New year's eve.  &lt;br /&gt;the last day of these 12 months that brought you cheer.&lt;br /&gt;The last 52 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The last 365 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last night of this year.&lt;br /&gt;I'll count down the minutes till i hear it in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five. Four. Three. Two. One.&lt;br /&gt;My whole year is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another calendar page on the floor&lt;br /&gt;another calendar on the wall.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye my friends. Till then, enjoy your last hours of 2007 =) It's going to be a leap year, so happy 366 days! Happy New Year as well. Be happy, buy me presents for Christmas next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-1743655120039933329?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/1743655120039933329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=1743655120039933329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/1743655120039933329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/1743655120039933329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/12/right.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R3dOqpcNf6I/AAAAAAAAASM/4z2R4gAVNvg/s72-c/A+Diff+Music.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-2793331534482718212</id><published>2007-12-27T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T01:31:52.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>26th December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just 4 more days till we usher in the New Year. Then again, since when do we invite the years to come and go? They just come, and they just go. Nonetheless even as i progress to the next year or so, i feel that i've got alot on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time, i need to worry about exams during a rainy December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c4zw5kZ65w4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c4zw5kZ65w4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked dinner today, for my mum and i, and i have to say that she kinda enjoyed it =) I made honeyed chicken patties together with croissants. Who said guys cant cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, all of you have enjoyed Christmas. Although i have to admit that this Christmas was rather boring and just like any other day for many people. I kinda quarrelled with my mum at the last few moments of Christmas. So much for the birth of Jesus hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that time i told you guys that i was covering an article for Oops!? Well, the article has been published. Click &lt;a href="http://www.sp.edu.sg/SPweb/appmanager/home/default?_nfpb=true&amp;T8000118891145322451935_actionOverride=%2FcmsTools%2Fextension%2Fcontentlist%2Fmain%2Flink&amp;_windowLabel=T8000118891145322451935&amp;T8000118891145322451935nodepath=%2FBEA+Repository%2Fnews4Q2007%2FPublic%2FDec%2F21122007_PESA&amp;_pageLabel=SP_CS_Home"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enjoy the article. It isn't much but that's all i can do. Of course, with a little help of editing from sulyn =) thanks alot! All the best when you're going back to uni today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too early to say Happy New Year so im not going to say that. Enjoy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world. You're pretty quiet in the night =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-2793331534482718212?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/2793331534482718212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=2793331534482718212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2793331534482718212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2793331534482718212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/12/26th-december.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-848714993507779369</id><published>2007-12-19T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:16:49.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm, you know... A blog is not all about know what goes on in a person's life. It's not only about what he should blog about and stuff. I feel that a blog is a place for you to voice out your thoughts. Thoughts that nobody would actually know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i wanted to add a video clip that my friends and i made at a convention 2 years ago but i couldnt embed it cause my friend disabled to function so click on the link below to go to youtube alright? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=GOe4TISiPpI"&gt;Good stuff&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the poor quality and directing though, it was really some impromptu stuff that we though of.. At 2am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is approaching soon! Hurray! Hopefully all of your wishes do come true! If they do not, it really means that you're not wishing hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, don't you feel that christmas is about the same every year? The decorations alongside Orchard Road, the exchanging of gifts or for some of us, it means going to church and celebrating Jesus' birthday. And sometimes it may just be a long day of rest from another rare day off from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS in 6 days time =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-848714993507779369?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/848714993507779369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=848714993507779369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/848714993507779369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/848714993507779369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/12/hmm-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-975386284889280752</id><published>2007-12-19T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T00:23:49.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Honestly, there's nothing much for me to blog about =)but then again i felt that it's good to update some stuff anyway. I know there aren't many people that's even reading this blog of mine, but i guess i should do some justice and let people look forward to something at least hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever walked into somewhere familiar and felt that you're in a whole new world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the olden days, in France, games of poker were played by candle light. the expression came about when the money exchanging hands during the game was not enough to cover the cost of the candle use to illuminate it. thus, le jeu ne vaut pas la chandelle. where the game was not worth the candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-975386284889280752?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/975386284889280752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=975386284889280752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/975386284889280752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/975386284889280752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/12/honestly-theres-nothing-much-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-309114053256006539</id><published>2007-12-15T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T23:10:26.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never even thought about writing about him. Although he sucks as a president (as said by countless polls and the people of USA) i feel that this guy is rather admirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a news article about him. About how this man rose up to be the supposed most powerful president of the history of USA. About how this man coped with the struggles of September 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still has 401 days in power and he's now a lame-duck president&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i do not have the rights to say this but i do feel that he's a person a great courage and strength. When his whole world crumbled because of the mistakes he made, he still stood strong and surprisingly, he can still take the fire and heat that's being put forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard, "to be great is to be misunderstood".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And alls well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the start of the two weeks break now. Let me see, hmm, i've got plenty of stuff to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting my yatch license&lt;br /&gt;2. Studying for my Semestral exams&lt;br /&gt;3. Tutoring Hui Xian and Win for Sem Exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's quite alot of stuff to do already. it'll take up so much of my time, which i do not really have. Oh well, always look on the bright side of life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas! ho ho ho...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-309114053256006539?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/309114053256006539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=309114053256006539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/309114053256006539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/309114053256006539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/12/george-bush.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-4173072639539219125</id><published>2007-12-13T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:15:42.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YbGgA2lIDjc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YbGgA2lIDjc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been kind to me. I had a good night's rest and my classmates and i had pizza hut cause Win was feel really generous and he decides to treat all of us. The meal costed $70.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really wonder why does he have to treat the people that treated him so badly a meal that costs so much. And the money that he spends is the money that he's worked so hard for. Then i realise... He's leaving for the USA next sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, here are a few pictures that i particularly like. No reason for them though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R2Es1EYt3NI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tzsJLPrK108/s1600-h/DSC03947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R2Es1EYt3NI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tzsJLPrK108/s320/DSC03947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143441539655916754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through these gates, walked the best trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R2Es2UYt3OI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EGN2Jmf6W-I/s1600-h/DSC03968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R2Es2UYt3OI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/EGN2Jmf6W-I/s320/DSC03968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143441561130753250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights, come and go. Light my life and make me flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R2Es2kYt3PI/AAAAAAAAARA/qZ0OK-YFEso/s1600-h/DSC04131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R2Es2kYt3PI/AAAAAAAAARA/qZ0OK-YFEso/s320/DSC04131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143441565425720562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th NLLC. It was a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R2Etg0Yt3QI/AAAAAAAAARI/caF7vDQArhg/s1600-h/DSC04134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R2Etg0Yt3QI/AAAAAAAAARI/caF7vDQArhg/s320/DSC04134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143442291275193602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coolest picture ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Have you ever wondered why most parents think very much differently from their children? I mean sometimes i'm lost for words because i really dont know how else to explain to my mother. It's like every sentence i say might seem tough on her ears. I really wish to know why... Take me back to the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love never fails. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care ya'll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-4173072639539219125?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/4173072639539219125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=4173072639539219125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4173072639539219125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4173072639539219125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/R2Es1EYt3NI/AAAAAAAAAQw/tzsJLPrK108/s72-c/DSC03947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-9117898805762521229</id><published>2007-12-12T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:31:55.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a tuition teacher.. for english. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another day. Gloomy and rainy. I could have went home early today but noooo... i had to poke my nose into doing a cover for the PESA competition. I just wrote the article though. im pretty sure i'll pass (note: it's pass.) but i'm pretty sure there'll be loads of editing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides the word limit was 150. i over shot by 190. that's like 135% more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kiasu what, you cant blame me you know? =) and today's lauch day felt like many things had screwed up. logistics were especially the screwed up one. We were supposed to start giving the goody bags at 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hear this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bags came only at 12.40pm and obviously, there are MANY unhappy faces. Oh well, the guys were pretty cooperative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll show you guys the article WHEN it is published. though i know most of you here will already know what i've typed about. hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until the next time. Selamat tinggal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-9117898805762521229?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/9117898805762521229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=9117898805762521229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/9117898805762521229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/9117898805762521229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-another-day.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7577296192707761033</id><published>2007-12-11T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T21:16:56.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the Oops! Launch Day. We're giving out free magazines to students in SP ONLY. So those of you guys that are not in SP, that's really just too bad for you. Haha. I'm in charge of foodcourt 2 and i've to give away over 800 magazines (hey, SP has 15000 students mind you =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow will be a fun day. But i doubt not, cause firstly i've got to wake up so darn early (like 6 in the morning) and im really having doubts about covering the PESA competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who dont already know, im part of Oops! now. It's a student's lifestyle magazine in SP - and i've been nominated to be Chief Editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever read those stories that are covered by my fellow writers, my writing is nothing compared to theirs. I got stunned when i read them. They are too fierce lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It was a kaleidoscopic feast for the eyes as the female finalists were dolled up in colourful evening wear. The male finalists were next in their suits and had the audience in awe with their stage presence and charm. We couldn't agree more to the old saying that "Suits are made for any men to look good." In fact they were out-of-the world stunning!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what ONE of my fellow writers wrote... and they're many like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'll do it anyways, what's life without a little challenge?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7577296192707761033?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/7577296192707761033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=7577296192707761033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7577296192707761033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7577296192707761033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-man.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-4487549484819564732</id><published>2007-12-10T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:56:00.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revived</title><content type='html'>Okay, so im reviving this rather dead blog of mine =) hopefully you guys will come back and take a look yah? it's restricted to less than 10 people though. and i really hope that'll be the way =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont want too many people reading it actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know sometimes somethings are meant for close friends only. but i cant really stop it, afterall it's a blog. it's everyone's choice. but my DEAR FRIENDS, please dont give it out anyhow okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's getting late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-4487549484819564732?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/4487549484819564732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=4487549484819564732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4487549484819564732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4487549484819564732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/12/revived.html' title='Revived'/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-4193140419287067823</id><published>2007-10-15T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T17:31:50.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Windows</title><content type='html'>When im on a bus,&lt;br /&gt;i always seem to look out of the window,&lt;br /&gt;and i saw everything wide and far,&lt;br /&gt;stretched out in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passedby some scenery,&lt;br /&gt;and thought of all the good times,&lt;br /&gt;old friends,&lt;br /&gt;familliar roads,&lt;br /&gt;places and dont exist anymore,&lt;br /&gt;and things that never seem to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windows take you away,&lt;br /&gt;to other places beyond what you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look out a window,&lt;br /&gt;i dont see things i know,&lt;br /&gt;just things to be discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look out of a window...&lt;br /&gt;a transparent window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-4193140419287067823?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/4193140419287067823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=4193140419287067823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4193140419287067823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4193140419287067823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/10/windows.html' title='Windows'/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-292518304334759739</id><published>2007-10-14T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:38:48.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a dream last night. I dreamt that i lost cali to other guys. it wasn't a really pleasant dream because i awoke and i even prayed for me to change and be worthy enough for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read from somewhere that a reason why you dream is because your brain is archiving all most of your thoughts. I didnt know you could archive fear as well. And i learnt, today, in church that word really do make a difference in the lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that long ago. However, i didn't know that it could be that important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i mature, the more fears i have. i pray that you'll shelter me from the rain and help me shelter others who are in need by my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that Cali and i will stay strong. I pray that you help me trust her even more as the day goes by. I pray that i can trust her as much as i trust you. I am scared that i will lose her. I am scared. Father, i know fear is not of you. Therefore Lord, i pray that you will give me the courage. The courage to do the right things. The courage to look fear in the eyes. The courage that comes from you. The courage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, live in me. I am tired of sin. I am tired of sinning. I am tired of trying to sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, hear my prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these i pray in Jesus' name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-292518304334759739?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/292518304334759739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=292518304334759739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/292518304334759739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/292518304334759739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-had-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-6953408826757515449</id><published>2007-10-14T00:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T00:20:33.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's ironic. It seems like when your blog isn't public, you tend to write more. It really is. I mean, when i had a public blog, i had all inds of people reading it and i often felt like i had and insurmountable task of writing and choosing a topic to write on. I guess when the pressure is subtracted, inspiration breeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Cali alot. She has guy classmates, and i dont blame her for making friends with them. I mean, i really cant control her in that area. I don't really like her to wear skirts because i've noticed the number of guys looking at her. Then again, i'd like her to be happy. So i guess, i'll be happy - and i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there are things that are beyond my control. I realise that i should just let these things go and just be myself. Be who i really am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to love her with all the love i can offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-6953408826757515449?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/6953408826757515449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=6953408826757515449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6953408826757515449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6953408826757515449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-ironic.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-5012718568895358593</id><published>2007-10-12T22:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T22:13:45.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since i've blogged about someting emotional. But i kinda felt that it's a good feeling. Right now i have got calister, the best wife in the world, by my side and that's all the company i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God, there are many things that i don't know but i can certainly see that the world is getting more corrupted than before. When i think of the word "corrupt" it gives me a sense of brokenness and it really makes me wonder why things have to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared Lord, of losing things that are really dear to me. I know however everything in this world is not permanent. I will lose the things that are dearest to me. So will all of my friends and family experience the same situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you Lord, for everything that you've done in my life. Mummy, Calister, my friends and... You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray this is Jesus' name,&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-5012718568895358593?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/5012718568895358593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=5012718568895358593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5012718568895358593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/5012718568895358593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-long-time-since-ive-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-3806282721898378392</id><published>2007-10-11T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:13:07.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, so much for finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back to writing. though it's in secret this time. i guess no one would really notice, for a long long time. but then again. there's this thrill =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know im not much of a story writer, but then again there are things that i prefer to say it out than to keep it hidden in me. at least i can say things in a poetic form. for once, and me many other times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for myself, and for the other people who happen to chance upon this. hopefully someone, perhaps no one. maybe, or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes im thinking if i'll lose it all in studies. i've got a really great girl beside me however, who will walk the distance with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one mile,&lt;br /&gt;or maybe two.&lt;br /&gt;i out our memories into a file,&lt;br /&gt;so i'll have to read it, and maybe you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-3806282721898378392?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/3806282721898378392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=3806282721898378392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/3806282721898378392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/3806282721898378392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-so-much-for-finale.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7951533835027282661</id><published>2007-07-24T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T08:10:18.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's all. =) &lt;br /&gt;finally i've run out of things to write. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all peeps who had read it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog will end here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till we meet again, take care folks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luke rocks lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7951533835027282661?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/7951533835027282661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=7951533835027282661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7951533835027282661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7951533835027282661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/07/finale.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-4138854746494128222</id><published>2007-07-14T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T23:21:06.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! don't think i'll close my blog anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just keep this thing thing alive! and this past week has been awesome! had two tests this week - electrical technology and comp programming. i kinda have confidence that i'll get 'A's but anything can happen hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one sweet day with you =) many sweet days ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-4138854746494128222?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/4138854746494128222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=4138854746494128222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4138854746494128222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4138854746494128222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/07/hey-dont-think-ill-close-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-6882752767980181678</id><published>2007-07-07T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T22:48:27.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sps npcc, all the best =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've got nothing else to say to you guys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-6882752767980181678?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7498083093941307961</id><published>2007-06-25T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:44:26.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/Rn_Uup2J5mI/AAAAAAAAAPc/q4VNE1av6oc/s1600-h/CIMG0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/Rn_Uup2J5mI/AAAAAAAAAPc/q4VNE1av6oc/s200/CIMG0419.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080012802669274722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures speak a thousand words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7498083093941307961?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/Rn_Uup2J5mI/AAAAAAAAAPc/q4VNE1av6oc/s72-c/CIMG0419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-768189899598982418</id><published>2007-06-23T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T20:54:20.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from lltc.&lt;br /&gt;returned to the really soft bed at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lltc was great. just wished i had been able to complete the whole camp with Lothaire. that's the group which i "took" though i wasn't exactly supposed to. you seem, i'm a lynkster (lasallian youth networkER), that means i only guide and i dont have to necessarily lead. but i found myself stuck to their group after the Journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;the lothairian hood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda saw how many of the npcc facilitators getting burned out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they realised they had to get their act together and all the things that has to be gotten over with. but it's a tad bit too late isn't it? wish you guys keep driving till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;ck, i realised one thing from this camp. i wasn't as good as i thought i would be. then, i realised too that only friends that hold you in regard and treasure the friendship takes one more look back, when you say hi, or when you say bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;-mike&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lynksters came up with some quote and we decided to use to to start off in the writing of affirmation slips. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have just become... LYNKster prey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/Rn0WmZ2J5lI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KBvQIdptjSE/s1600-h/CIMG0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/Rn0WmZ2J5lI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KBvQIdptjSE/s200/CIMG0418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079240803772655186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with dear at 10am after leaving lltc at 8:30am. had a really great time with her! i love you, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you're so fine&lt;br /&gt;i think you're pretty&lt;br /&gt;i think you're lovely&lt;br /&gt;i think i could need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;i think and i think...&lt;br /&gt;i think you're the one&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/37949296-768189899598982418?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/768189899598982418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=768189899598982418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/768189899598982418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/768189899598982418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-from-lltc.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oYemor2E1xg/Rn0WmZ2J5lI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KBvQIdptjSE/s72-c/CIMG0418.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-6846937924945477445</id><published>2007-06-21T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T16:48:17.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rah. Currently, in lltc. Wouldn't exactly say that it's fun, nor is it &lt;u&gt;rather&lt;/u&gt; boring. Kind of enjoying it though, the company and the people. The feeling of sitting in a &lt;b&gt;real&lt;/b&gt; classroom is kind of a surreal retrospect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, mainly,&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking of her,&lt;br /&gt;dreaming of her,&lt;br /&gt;hoping for her,&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-6846937924945477445?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/6846937924945477445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=6846937924945477445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6846937924945477445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6846937924945477445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/06/rah.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7000452937444195610</id><published>2007-06-18T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:38:21.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm. heyo people! if you guys are still reading. know that the past few posts have been rather "mushy" haha. not for ya'll what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, some stuffs been up in my mind lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sometimes i just wonder why must i try so hard to help those whom i cant? hmm. i don't know. not as if i would be remembered hmm?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would really like to swear sometimes... but is it really necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7000452937444195610?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/7000452937444195610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=7000452937444195610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7000452937444195610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7000452937444195610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/06/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-263500033312049396</id><published>2007-06-15T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:34:21.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>someday i'll &lt;i&gt;run&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like I have &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/B&gt; did&lt;br /&gt;to take one leap&lt;br /&gt;and land on &lt;b&gt;forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday i’ll &lt;i&gt;hide&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;under your arms all &lt;b&gt;night&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just sleep&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;dream&lt;/b&gt; of our kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday i’ll &lt;i&gt;walk&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;across the waters of the world&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;prove&lt;/b&gt; them all wrong&lt;br /&gt;and i’ll drift back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday I’ll &lt;i&gt;cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I need to hug you&lt;br /&gt;only &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; to be happy&lt;br /&gt;and i’ll laugh under my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday i’ll &lt;i&gt;flee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the &lt;b&gt;other&lt;/b&gt; side of the road&lt;br /&gt;because I know I don’t need to get very far,&lt;br /&gt;in pursuit of pure happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday i’ll &lt;i&gt;climb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ranges of rocks&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;b&gt;see&lt;/b&gt; what’s on the other side&lt;br /&gt;and bring back the best for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday i'll &lt;i&gt;free&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both you and me&lt;br /&gt;so we can be &lt;b&gt;together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday we’ll &lt;i&gt;sit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the beaches of our love&lt;br /&gt;because we have &lt;b&gt;conquered&lt;/b&gt; the someday’s&lt;br /&gt;and we’ll say, “let's continue to the future”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-263500033312049396?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/263500033312049396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=263500033312049396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/263500033312049396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/263500033312049396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/06/someday-ill-run-like-i-have-never-did.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-7915090054428228556</id><published>2007-06-14T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:06:53.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I could have just one wish,&lt;br /&gt;And that's to marry you,&lt;br /&gt;so I would wish to wake up everyday,&lt;br /&gt;to the sound of your breath on my neck,&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of your lips on my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;the touch of your fingers on my skin,&lt;br /&gt;and the feel of your heart beating with mine...&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that I could never find that feeling&lt;br /&gt;with anyone other than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlton and Chayton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-7915090054428228556?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/7915090054428228556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=7915090054428228556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7915090054428228556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/7915090054428228556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-i-could-have-just-one-wish-and-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-6049640177807942184</id><published>2007-06-10T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:23:19.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i complain bout the skirts you wear, but the truth of the fact was that whatever you wore wouldn’t look as nice if you didn’t show your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought sunshine was the brightness and peace that i enjoyed, until i found you i realized that you’re the rainbow behind all those shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was told that sincerity was to look into someone eyes. i looked into your eyes, and all that i see is love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought star are just dreams that are impossible to reach, but when i look up to the skies, i feel my dream – you. it was under the stars that we got close together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only knew seven wonders in the world, then there came to a point of time where i officially name you my eight wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i lack a couple of vitamins these days, the vitamins of Y O U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always taught not to download, but i couldnt resist and downloaded something off the net the other day, the picture of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-6049640177807942184?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/6049640177807942184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=6049640177807942184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6049640177807942184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6049640177807942184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-complain-bout-skirts-you-wear-but.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-590246121928138422</id><published>2007-06-09T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:52:07.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;For that sweet girl, who loves to eat with me, and hugs me oh so dearly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to stand on top of a mountain with you, so that we can admire the rest of the world, just the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to run away from troubles holding your hands, so that we wont leave each other behind no matter what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to get lost with you someday, so we could sit down and have the best chat ever while waiting for rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to hug you forever, so we could feel safe from harm together for the rest of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to wish that my mind is a camera, so I could take a picture of your smile and place it as my best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to give you my whole heart, so you can patch back all the broken pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I may have never told you, but you are always on my mind =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-590246121928138422?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/590246121928138422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=590246121928138422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/590246121928138422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/590246121928138422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-that-sweet-girl-who-loves-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-2234918545272031266</id><published>2007-06-04T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:51:05.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You've got a heart. I kind of stole it. And i kind of hid it and took it out to admire it every now and then. Not because im afraid you'll find it back. but because im afraid i'll lose it. im afraid i'll accidentally drop it. im afraid i might break it. im afraid that it would be taken away. im afraid that i wont be able to give the tender care. im afraid someone else will find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what im not afraid of is telling you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i l o v e y o u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-2234918545272031266?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/2234918545272031266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=2234918545272031266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2234918545272031266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/2234918545272031266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/06/youve-got-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-4650313916957912424</id><published>2007-05-31T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T14:56:46.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i strongly believe that the two of us could be more than amazing. i strongly believe that no matter what we do for each other, we will have each other's presence in mind. For all of that, i just want to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR!!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to let you know? No matter what happens, i just want you to be happy. That's all that i ask for =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if i could, then i would. i'll go wherever you will go, way up high, or down low, i'll go wherever you will go"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-4650313916957912424?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/4650313916957912424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=4650313916957912424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4650313916957912424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/4650313916957912424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-strongly-believe-that-two-of-us-could.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-6264845355696961860</id><published>2007-05-27T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:17:44.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if our love is a fairy tale, i'd wish that it would be printed into a book, so that all the little children in the world would rejoice in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if our love is a script, i'd wish that it would be written into a play, so that all the people all around the world would cry to our touching story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if our love is a journey, i'd wish that i'll hold your hand all the way till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if our love is a dream, i'd wish that i'll never wake up to it, so that i can spend a few more precious seconds in that dream with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if our love is real, i'd wish that i would grow old with you, till our hairs turn gray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love you. and i'll protect you =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-6264845355696961860?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/6264845355696961860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=6264845355696961860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6264845355696961860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/6264845355696961860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-our-love-is-fairy-tale-id-wish-that.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37949296.post-862698786690323180</id><published>2007-05-27T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:26:46.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey people! just in case you guys thought you lost me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update soon k? im currently trying to edit some poem i wrote for &lt;i&gt;that babi&lt;/i&gt;. So do check back often yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I awoke and saw the bright sun shining through my windows, i closed my eyes for a while, and heard the clock tick... ticking, thinking of you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37949296-862698786690323180?l=thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/feeds/862698786690323180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37949296&amp;postID=862698786690323180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/862698786690323180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37949296/posts/default/862698786690323180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thanks-for-staring.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-people-just-in-case-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>dont look at me...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01998060475328622192</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
