<?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-6755436</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:41:21.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>j i a m i n g ' s m a s q u e r a d e</title><subtitle type='html'>j i a m i n g i s a v e r y s e r i o u s p e r s o n</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sunday</name><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>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-7886042445118086852</id><published>2009-01-07T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T22:45:38.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>25 Nov 2007 Phnom Penh Dragonboat Accident - Jeremy Goh,24 (Deceased); Stephen Low,31 (Deceased); Reuben Kee,23 (Deceased); Poh Boon San,27 (Deceased) &amp; Chee Wei Cheng,20 (Deceased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 Nov 2008 Mumbai Terrorist Attacks - Lo Hoei Yen,28 (Deceased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01 Jan 2009 Bangkok Santika Pub Fire - Lu Weiye,26 (Deceased) &amp; Leslie Yeo,40 (Deceased)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07 Jan 2009 Copenhagen Restaurant Shooting - Roland Tan,61 (Injured)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Singaporean, it pains me to see fellow countrymen being killed and injured while being overseas, away from home. It dawned on me of life's fragility and irregularities. While we celebrate this festive season, I would urge everyone to take one step back to  mourn for our fellow Singaporeans who have lost their lives, and also to be grateful to the gift of life which we still possess. It is important that we take good care of ourselves so as not to bring grief and sadness to the people around us. Irregardless of being in or out of Singapore, there is this old Chinese adage: Caution is the parent of safety &lt;小心驶得万年船 &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care and have a happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-7886042445118086852?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/7886042445118086852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/7886042445118086852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#7886042445118086852' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-8693826569846993674</id><published>2008-12-24T12:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T13:49:29.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4FKdCBz3b04&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4FKdCBz3b04&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtYNu8LV50c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtYNu8LV50c&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-8693826569846993674?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/8693826569846993674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/8693826569846993674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#8693826569846993674' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-2668552481481661289</id><published>2008-10-01T19:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T19:27:56.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just had to blog this. Woke up with a bad headache cos I had to deal with a super ultra powerful monster/vampire/demon lord in my dreams before I woke up. We fought this Phantom Lancer look-alike monster (see pic, similar minus the fact that the monster is fiercer and not as handsome as in the pic but more hairy/muscular)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/SONdlG7t6nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RISnAQAdZA4/s1600-h/pl26xv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/SONdlG7t6nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RISnAQAdZA4/s320/pl26xv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252144482541759090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had assistance from Chouji, and in case you're wondering who's that, here's his pic:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/SONdOrVlv8I/AAAAAAAAABw/qXRVPRoblLc/s1600-h/Chouji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/SONdOrVlv8I/AAAAAAAAABw/qXRVPRoblLc/s320/Chouji.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252144097176960962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We fight fight fight until Chouji became thin but still cannot win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/SONdy4QzIOI/AAAAAAAAACA/q67exYH4IB0/s1600-h/27193901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/SONdy4QzIOI/AAAAAAAAACA/q67exYH4IB0/s320/27193901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252144719121817826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I gave up and just woke up, with a terrible terrible terrible headache. Damn.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/SONei2w6E6I/AAAAAAAAACI/vT-iBVhzm3o/s1600-h/choujia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/SONei2w6E6I/AAAAAAAAACI/vT-iBVhzm3o/s320/choujia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252145543353340834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-2668552481481661289?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/2668552481481661289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/2668552481481661289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#2668552481481661289' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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/_uzP82R7ioI0/SONdlG7t6nI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RISnAQAdZA4/s72-c/pl26xv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-8555151219922891</id><published>2008-06-09T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:06:10.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He that observeth the wind shall not sow; and he that regardeth the clouds shall not reap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 11:4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-8555151219922891?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/8555151219922891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/8555151219922891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#8555151219922891' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-6720746306052211948</id><published>2008-06-01T18:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:43:52.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dima Bilan - Believe&lt;br /&gt;Winner for Eurovision 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjGNdotSgDY&amp;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/fjGNdotSgDY&amp;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;Even when the thunder and storm begins&lt;br /&gt;I'll be standing stong like a tree in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is gonna move this mountain or change my direction&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling off the sky and I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;The courage that's inside is gonna break my fall&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is gonna dim my light within&lt;br /&gt;But if I keep going on it will never be impossible&lt;br /&gt;Not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;There is not a limit to what I can dream&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Mission to keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else can stop me if I just believe&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when the world tries to pull me down&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that I can't... try to turn me around&lt;br /&gt;I wont let them put my fire out&lt;br /&gt;But if I keep going on it will never be impossible&lt;br /&gt;Not today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;There is not a limit to what I can dream&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got something to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Mission to keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else can stop me if I just believe&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do it all, open every door&lt;br /&gt;Turn unthinkable to reality&lt;br /&gt;You see I can do it all and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believing as long as I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;There is no limit to what I can dream&lt;br /&gt;Believing mission to keep climbing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else can stop me if I just believe&lt;br /&gt;And I believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjGNdotSgDY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fjGNdotSgDY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-6720746306052211948?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/6720746306052211948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/6720746306052211948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html#6720746306052211948' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-146228045304963253</id><published>2008-02-22T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:46:10.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u1roXR3S4z0&amp;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/u1roXR3S4z0&amp;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;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v_V_usyRW1Y&amp;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/v_V_usyRW1Y&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-146228045304963253?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/146228045304963253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/146228045304963253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2008_02_01_archive.html#146228045304963253' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-2380801091515769050</id><published>2008-01-07T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:11:24.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;First Day of School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a 60 odd minutes train to Dover, and took bus 74.. After a long long journey admiring the scenery, I find myself in Holland V. Bus uncle turn around and spoke to me, "小弟,你要去哪里？Last Stop liao." Then only did I realise... I took the wrong bus! Eh! No leh, is correct leh, bus 74 没有错.. Alamak! Wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden, a thought flashed through my mind.. The thought can be spelt as P-O-N-T-A-N-G. But! Being the studious, diligent, hardworking student that I am, I dismissed the thought (with great struggle), and decided to cross to the opposite bus stop to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a another long long journey admiring the scenery, I find myself turning back and see the school sign trailing further and further away from me. Alamak! Missed my stop! Using my superhuman reflexes, lightning speed and swift movement.. I pressed the bell and alighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden, another thought flashed through my mind.. The thought can be spelt as P-O-N, in short form this time. But! Being the studious, diligent, hardworking student that I am, I dismissed the thought (with another bout of great struggle), and decided to walk to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I began my long expedition towards school. Along the way, an Indian guy driving a mini-van pulled over at the side road and asked me for directions. Being the studious, diligent, hardworking student that I am, too concerned with how to get to class on time, I pointed at a general direction which I can't remember. Only thing memorable is the driver thanking me profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas! I've made my way into the lecture hall after a 5 mins walk. Well, was late for 30 mins, but as the saying goes.. "Better Late then Never". My first day of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-2380801091515769050?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/2380801091515769050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/2380801091515769050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2008_01_01_archive.html#2380801091515769050' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-2652316681580292797</id><published>2007-10-25T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T01:28:50.245+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/ujH9NjjCwsU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ujH9NjjCwsU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-2652316681580292797?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/2652316681580292797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/2652316681580292797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2007_10_01_archive.html#2652316681580292797' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-1719021437063191087</id><published>2007-08-08T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T01:48:08.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RriiW3l6UgI/AAAAAAAAABI/XMgfg49J2H4/s1600-h/MRT_wm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096001492133499394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RriiW3l6UgI/AAAAAAAAABI/XMgfg49J2H4/s320/MRT_wm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Just yesterday, at or about 6.30pm, someone fell off/jumped off*(delete where appropriate) the MRT track at Tampines. If you deleted jumped off, please read (1), if you deleted fell off, please read (2). If you have nothing to do, feel free to read both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;Talking about series of unfortunate events.. Better luck next time, i mean, next life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096001805666112018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RriipHl6UhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/rvSfDubbrkY/s320/58e94a90a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;(2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about commiting suicide. I would suggest you to consider certain aspects before making the plunge (ie if you decide to jump off an MRT track too.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1st, you should consider the implications to strangers. As the MRT is a public transport, by jumping during peak hours, you would complicate normal public transport users their simple attempt at going home smoothly after work/school. Even if it is off-peak hours, you would disrupt train services, lots of people don't really like it, especially when SMRT is raising their fares promising a higher level of service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096002338242056738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RrijIHl6UiI/AAAAAAAAABY/pDc_ED3qKCY/s320/070622_ss_sitlikethat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"This auntie doesn't like to be disturbed while she rests during her train ride. Her weapon(behind her, is used against pepertrators) ensures that. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd, implications to your friends. Yes, sure there would be friends who are really concerned about your death and mourn for you. However, you can expect to have more "friends" you didn't know you have. Ex school-mates, ex co-workers will all become your "close personal friends" while they relate to their other friends about your commiting suicide. I would say you would be worth as much as their kopi-peng or teh-peng during their coffeetalk sessions. Nobody cares about you really, they only care about not having any topics to discuss and gossip about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd, implications to your family. Well, provided you have a normal functioning family, they would be sad. In certain situations where you are the sole breadwinner of the family, you may expect more company down/up* there, wherever you may be, that is. Of course, your family will be shown the media limelight, and who knows, one of your family members may be talent spotted by mediacorp to be the next 阿哥/阿姐 ah ge/ah jie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4th, implications to yourself. Actually this point isn't that relevant because by this time you should already be dead. However points to note, unless you decide to be cremated, please die pleasantly. Nobody likes to look inside a coffin with a dismembered body or a mangled face, in most cases people would feel nausea and leave the funeral early, providing them a good excuse for forgetting to give pek gim. (This point should be under implications to family I feel). So please die with your body intact, your organs maybe recycled to help others too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096002991077085762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RrijuHl6UkI/AAAAAAAAABo/eWES622J35Y/s320/baseball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"How to kill yourself while playing baseball"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To conclude, I would say there are a million ways to die, just name me a million household items and I could recommend you the best possible ways to kill yourself with them. Jumping down the MRT track is really not a good choice as you are only giving SMRT a chance to raise fares by "providing better safety features" and causing other people inconveniences. Don't let your death be a bother to others. We don't care and we don't want to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096002716199178802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RrijeHl6UjI/AAAAAAAAABg/KV0oHbhLnqY/s320/lolbenoit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the best! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*to those still intent on jumping, regardless MRT/Buidling/Drain, here's some encouragement! Lyrics provided too (courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8e-vgQSqNtA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I get up, and nothing gets me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You got it tough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ive seen the toughest around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I know, baby, just how you feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Youve got to roll with the punches to get to whats real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh cant you see me standing here,Ive got my back against the record machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I aint the worst that youve seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh cant you see what I mean ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Might as well jump. jump !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Might as well jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go ahead, jump. jump !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go ahead, jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aaa-ohh hey you ! who said that ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby how you been ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You say you dont know, you wont know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Until we begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well cant you see me standing here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ive got my back against the record machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I aint the worst that youve seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh cant you see what I mean ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Might as well jump. jump !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go ahead, jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Might as well jump. jump !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go ahead, jump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Might as well jump. jump !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go ahead, jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Get it and jump. jump !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Go ahead, jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-1719021437063191087?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/1719021437063191087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/1719021437063191087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html#1719021437063191087' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RriiW3l6UgI/AAAAAAAAABI/XMgfg49J2H4/s72-c/MRT_wm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-4684136500389554080</id><published>2007-07-02T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T17:46:51.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's talk about anything today. What anything? I mean the drink ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082495751143055074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/Roim9RtQXuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/apcd23pmRz8/s320/anything.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Anything&lt;/strong&gt;: Carbonated drinks with Cola, Cola with Lemon, Apple, Fizz Up, Cloudy Lemon and Root Beer flavour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082495819862531826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RoinBRtQXvI/AAAAAAAAABA/pOur-ejZb2g/s320/whatever.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever&lt;/strong&gt;: Non-carbonated drinks with Ice Lemon Tea, Peach Tea, Jasmine Green Tea, White Grape Tea, Apple Tea and Chrysanthemum Tea flavour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would people want to order something that they do not know what they will get and pay an exaggerated amount for it? Actually I also don't know. And one thing, to those who thinks going to a hawker centre and say, "Auntie, 我要 anything!" is cool. It's not. Oh well.. Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I have not tried and most likely will not try the drinks, information on the flavours are courtesy from &lt;a href="http://www.anything.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.anything.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-4684136500389554080?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/4684136500389554080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/4684136500389554080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#4684136500389554080' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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://bp3.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/Roim9RtQXuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/apcd23pmRz8/s72-c/anything.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-2382454870917689945</id><published>2007-06-17T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T10:04:07.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2TORg62sn8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v2TORg62sn8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-2382454870917689945?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/2382454870917689945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/2382454870917689945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#2382454870917689945' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-3281847069942668103</id><published>2007-05-12T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T12:44:45.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well if you have the time, check out these 2 clips. Satisfaction guaranteed audio-visually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ldPf3yqq3-8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ldPf3yqq3-8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3NkQ00_ZbI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3NkQ00_ZbI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-3281847069942668103?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/3281847069942668103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/3281847069942668103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#3281847069942668103' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-1852986272852038741</id><published>2007-05-11T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:19:29.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At first glance, it's a cute boy on a cute zebra. LOOK AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RkNFQpPpQPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oCj875xaCaM/s1600-h/nt070508008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062966558346264818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RkNFQpPpQPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oCj875xaCaM/s320/nt070508008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Piracy.. Think PS2 discs you get from across the causeway is cheap? Think it's a good deal from SaWaDeeKab DVD Hub in The Land of a Thousand Smiles? Nobody beats the big red to anything man.. Behold CHINA POWER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062966781684564226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RkNFdpPpQQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/egSREv4xFjE/s320/Img249889360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;*by the way, this is a picture of a real zebraa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-1852986272852038741?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/1852986272852038741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/1852986272852038741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1852986272852038741' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RkNFQpPpQPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oCj875xaCaM/s72-c/nt070508008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-4923504107273526410</id><published>2007-04-29T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T10:43:59.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RjQGEZPpQOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TjvoqZWVLfM/s1600-h/homecoming.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058674954009657570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RjQGEZPpQOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TjvoqZWVLfM/s320/homecoming.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently heard this coffeeshop uncle talking about molestation (not that i 八卦 but he talk damn loud la.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;眼看手不懂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;手动屁股痛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-4923504107273526410?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/4923504107273526410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/4923504107273526410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#4923504107273526410' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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://bp0.blogger.com/_uzP82R7ioI0/RjQGEZPpQOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TjvoqZWVLfM/s72-c/homecoming.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-6687166504135652268</id><published>2007-03-31T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T16:32:33.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;B-WORD CAUSES AIRPORT SCENE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.todayonline.com/articles/180485.asp"&gt;http://www.todayonline.com/articles/180485.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A casual mention of the word "bomb", and apparent over-zealousness of the part of airport security officers, grounded a family of four's holiday plans earlier this month. I heard this over the Channel 8 news yesterday and my first reaction was of bewilderment, and of course amusement. So now, we can't tell people we are going to BOMBay in the airport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 911 (cliché, I know), National Security has heightened to a level never seen before. Besides the airport, key installations such as Caldecott Hill, power stations, and even our MRT stations are heavily protected. We should come to question ourselves: Are we overdoing it? Having armed Special Ops carrying firearms patrolling in train stations? Having Aetos Security Officers inspecting buses entering the airport (seriously, I've only seen them walking up and down the aisle, but never inspecting)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deterrence. No doubt. This effort in dampening would-be terrorists is recognized. However, what would one adjudge when he takes a bus into the airport (pardon my recycle of examples, I really can't stand those Aetos Security Officers), a Security Officer would routinely walk down the aisle and out, everytime? Not inspecting (let's leave the innocent passengers out) the underseats and undercarriages of the vehicle? Would a Bom.. I mean, would a "hazard to security" be placed in the middle of a bus aisle for anyone's taking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's by no coincidence that our country enjoys such peace. Citizens are able to roam and wander around the streets at 2am in the morning without feeling endangered; whereas snatchthieves and robbers are rampant in our neighbouring state even in broad daylight. However when issues such as the Airport B-word arises, doubts would arise, smudging the image of Security Bodies. Then, is deterrence just a beautiful word for "putting up a show"? No. The act of deterrence is to discourage or restrain terrorist attempts from acting or proceeding with positive efforts. This, we have achieved painstakingly. The concern now is our confidence we have (have left) in our Security Systems. A façade of deterrence or not, I really hope it would be the latter, and that this Airport Affair is a one-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ability to laugh at one's own folly is maturity. Next time on my India Trip, don't ask where I'm going. If you insist, I'd tell you, "Ummmmbay".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. The family, in emails with Today, has expressed that they were "satisfied with CAAS' response and that the matter had 'reached and agreeable closure'" (Lucky them, they must have been compensated heavily.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psps. I don't look like one who would blog such stuff eh? Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-6687166504135652268?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/6687166504135652268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/6687166504135652268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6687166504135652268' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-230675420439402192</id><published>2007-03-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T23:23:31.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>《爱情是什么》&lt;br /&gt;厨师说：爱情是一个洋葱头，你一片一片剥下去，总有一片会让你流泪的。&lt;br /&gt;气象学家说：爱情不怕黑暗，公园里越黑暗的角落恋人们越往那儿钻；爱情不怕热，气温即使40◦C，恋人们还要往一块儿贴；爱情不怕冷，冰天雪地里恋人们照样户外约会。&lt;br /&gt;历史学家说：原始社会的爱情以生育为图腾，“你为我生”；中世纪的爱情是骑士救美人，“我为你死”；封建社会的爱情模式是才子多情，红颜薄命，“我们一块儿去死”；现代爱情的标签是“只要我爱，不管你有没有对象，不管你结没结婚”。&lt;br /&gt;医生说：血压高者不宜，爱情会使血压增高；恐高者不宜，爱情会使人晕眩。爱情是感冒，被爱情病毒感染的人，既瞒不了自己，也瞒不了别人。&lt;br /&gt;考古学家说：爱情如水，覆地难收；爱情如瓷器，碎了难复原；爱情如出土文物，既古老又新鲜。&lt;br /&gt;文字学家说：我劝朋友们些情书时，将“爱”字宁可写成“愛”，那里面有“心”，爱情不能没有心，简体字不知为什么把“心”给简掉了，不过幸亏还有一个“友”。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-230675420439402192?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/230675420439402192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/230675420439402192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#230675420439402192' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-2558788128175179437</id><published>2007-03-04T18:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:00:09.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;《超人》张卫健&lt;br /&gt;明明是一个脆弱不堪的灵魂　却为你心甘情愿变身为超人&lt;br /&gt;爱的筋疲力尽　才明白我并不是无所不能&lt;br /&gt;也许因为我的天资不够　算不出来什么时候会分&lt;br /&gt;肉体凡身凭什么 想要你爱我一生&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;逝去的青春（那段青春）就像我们　曾经留给对方的伤痕&lt;br /&gt;两个人无话不说再到最后陌生　我想我都可以去忍&lt;br /&gt;路上的灯看著我们冒著雨在情节里飞奔&lt;br /&gt;希望有个人　能明白我的眼泪和我的后半生&lt;br /&gt;（原来我一开始就陷的那么深）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陪著你走过五彩斑烂的世界　不代表我就拥有过你的一切&lt;br /&gt;谢谢你的告别　可以带给我这么多感觉&lt;br /&gt;也许因为我的天资不够　体会不到你对我的体贴&lt;br /&gt;但是可能你对我并没有那么了解&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曾经站在大雨中等了又等　为了你安慰连我越气愤&lt;br /&gt;你说甜蜜离开我马上引火烧身&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-2558788128175179437?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/2558788128175179437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/2558788128175179437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#2558788128175179437' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-116999533572923051</id><published>2007-01-28T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:47:48.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Loving Memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;許瑋倫&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5730/381/1600/864565/weilun_20020811_p11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5730/381/320/71596/weilun_20020811_p11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we mourn for the departure of a very outstanding female artiste, who have imprinted an everlasting image during our teenage and adult years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5730/381/320/544237/weilun_20020811_p16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will always remember your intelligence, your beauty and most of all, you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5730/381/320/377842/weilun_wed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed through the mercy of God rest in peace. Amen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-116999533572923051?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116999533572923051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116999533572923051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116999533572923051' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-116805735507915101</id><published>2007-01-06T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T12:22:35.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear all, I'll be shifting my MSN/Hotmail to &lt;a href="mailto:tayjiaming@hotmail.com"&gt;tayjiaming@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason is because I realise if I were to be 25yo and to tell others that my contact is &lt;a href="mailto:silvertuxedo@hotmail.com"&gt;silvertuxedo@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; , I'd be laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;In any case, you can call me one who succumbed to the pressures of society, however pls kindly add me at my new mail alright? Thanks ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-116805735507915101?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116805735507915101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116805735507915101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116805735507915101' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-116706504033887716</id><published>2006-12-26T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:44:00.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;96 hours at home.. What a Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;难道…　我人缘不好？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-116706504033887716?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116706504033887716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116706504033887716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116706504033887716' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-116610460862968899</id><published>2006-12-14T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T22:02:04.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok enough of funny posts. Today will be a true story that happened to me. Title is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;意外&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today, yeah that's right, 14th Dec 2006. Something amazing happen. This is the story..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was travelling on the right of a 2 lane road with 3 of my friends today. All of a sudden, the car in front of the first rider swerve to the left lane. Then! The first and second rider saw a huge mother f*cking size of a rock in the middle of the road and swerve to the edge of the right and left side of the lane. The third rider, view blocked by the first 2 riders, saw the bloody rock just 5m away from him. His speed, 50km/h. So simple maths will explain he will have 0.3 seconds to think &lt;strong&gt;AND &lt;/strong&gt;react. Since the left side was a car and the right was the road divider, he made his decision. He went straight towards the rock. And he flew. Oh, by the way, I'm the third rider.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay here's the climax. The part when &lt;strong&gt;"I believe I can fly"&lt;/strong&gt;. The whole process may well in total be around say, 5-10 seconds, but frankly speaking it seemed to be like say.. 5mins? Yeah, 5 mins in the air. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First, my front tyre mounted that bloody huge rock and the bike sorta like travelling on its rear tyre. Then, my rear tyre mounted the rock too. So you can imagine the picture now, &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; my front and rear are not on the ground. I'm Flying. Well I was holding on to the handle bar but my butt wasn't on the seat. I was uh.. Just like Superman with both hands holding on to the handle bar. 3 things then occured in my mind on what should I do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) Hold on to the handle and try to sit back then land stylishly and continue with my journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2)Hold on to the handle and try to sit back then land but fail and die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3)Throw the bike off and jump in mid air and hope the best for me and my bike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok many would think I'd choose choice number 3, well that's wrong. As proud as I am, I chose choice 1. So I executed my move. I pulled myself to the bike and forcibly put my leg over the seat. While doing that, I realized because of my body weight, the front of the bike dipped and I'm face to face to the road. SHIT man. Then one word came flashing across my mind: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I shall apologize for the vulgarities that would be appearing soon but I would elaborate my actual thoughts while plan1 failed. Here goes, "F*ck, shit, I'm gonna crashing into the f*cking road head first and &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Without much thinking, actually I really did not think twice. I released my grip on the handle and throw myself to the left away from the bike. I flew in the air and awaited the landing. I landed and &lt;strong&gt;rolled&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;rolled&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;rolled&lt;/strong&gt;, then finally coming to a stop. I lay there motionless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I lay there and checked my body, afraid of making any large movements in case of bones breaking or blood spilling or such. Then I tried to get up, got up and sat along the road divider. One of my friend rushed over and checked on me, then both of us went to my other friend and moved the bike into Civil Defense Academy (how convenient to crash right outside CDA huh, they even did my bandages later).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's the eerie part. According to my friend, after I jumped off my bike, the bike landed and continued to move forward for 80m. My friend freaked out as there's a bike without a rider chasing him from behind. Then the rider-less bike fish tailed and hit the kerb of the road divider. Guess what? The bike flew in the air and flipped 3 times. Then it went crashing down with a nose dive into the road and slammed so hard I could hear while I was lying 100+m away from the "landing area" lying motionless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, thats the end of my encounter today and I shall not elaborate further on the details. I'm still alive that's for sure except for the abrasion on my right knee, right back, left arm and serious aches on my right shoulder and left hip and thigh. As for my bike, it's totally destroyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-116610460862968899?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116610460862968899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116610460862968899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116610460862968899' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-116434048251463041</id><published>2006-11-24T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:20:36.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;-虚拟领域　之 THE MATRIX-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5730/381/320/904596/matrix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sounds like a cool topic eh? If it is, means I 成功 already. Heh. Anyway, the above mentioned is today's topic. For the sake of those without chinese software (you know who you are), the chinese words are "Xu1 Ni2 Ling3 Yu4", the virtual reality world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now, look back and recall. When is the last time you did not switch on your computer when you reach home? (Unless it's already on because you did not switch it off in the first place. Come on lah wanna play language game with me right. And I know you can't read this blog without using your computer loh.) When did you start to rely on this little (take a deep breath before you read the next long word) TV-like machine-with-a-huge-heavy-box for your every needs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be it &lt;strong&gt;COMMUNICATION&lt;/strong&gt;, MSN, Friendster, ICQ, MIRC, Voice Chat(only if you have a properly working microphone -.-); &lt;strong&gt;ENTERTAINMENT&lt;/strong&gt;, playing games, listening to songs, surfing &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;porn&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;strong&gt;PROJECT WORK, &lt;/strong&gt;admit it, this is just an excuse for you to engage in the 2 above mentioned activities. You still have to depend on this (breathe again) TV-like machine-with-a-huge-heavy-box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Communication&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5730/381/320/266060/flyingpigeon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Credit to the programmers of messenger and chat services. Humans have evolved from sending pigeon mail, commonly known as 飞鸽传书; the postman (still around today), who for some cases always being depicted as the guy who 被狗追 for doing his job; after Alexander Graham Bell (shall skip the telegram or this is gonna get draggy), the telephone; after Nokia, the cellphone (haha I know Nokia did not invent the cellphone, but when half the globe is using the same brand, who cares); and now *drumsroll* THE COMPUTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like any good GP essay, there's always the 2 sides to a coin (废话actually, unless they really think there's 3).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) &lt;/strong&gt;You now can "talk" to many many many many people all at the same time (only if you can handle and not overlook 1 of the many people you are "talking" to). And seriously, do you really believe the person that you fancy typing "I'm only chatting to you now" and be happy about it? Wake up 醒醒啊!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; You can always "say the right thing". You will always have time to think before you type, and even check through before pressing the "enter" button. &lt;strong&gt;Unless..&lt;/strong&gt; Unless you are those who &lt;strong&gt;think it's a chore to think&lt;/strong&gt; (but you are already thinking if you are thinking about it being a chore to think if you get what I mean) or you are &lt;strong&gt;a person whose fingers have a mind of their own&lt;/strong&gt;(kinda scary).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) &lt;/strong&gt;You can hide your embaressments and blushings while talking to the person you admire while dropping hints and see how it goes. If it turns sour, or semi-sour, you can always type the all-powerful sentence "Haha! I am only joking la!" and start crying in front of your monitor.再接再厉, 明天会更好！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) &lt;/strong&gt;Health definitely! You don't open your mouth the whole time and the germs start germinating in this warm and damp hole of yours and when you actually do open it, holy god you will wonder what's that awful stench. Fret not though, I have already devised a simple &lt;strong&gt;YET &lt;/strong&gt;effective solution: Just close your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5730/381/320/775039/hand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; Relationship (ahhah, everyone's favourite chapter yea?). Long long time ago, it was 相亲 and happily(or unhappily) ever after. As time goes by, 抛眉眼 and electricity comes in, then you go to the movies, then flowers.. and a wedding ring! Tell Laur(sorry 失态了it's not a karaoke session). Not so long ago, it's 搭讪 ask for number, sms, then phone call, then movies, then flowers... You know how the story goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOW, &lt;/strong&gt;you have to 抛眉眼 then 搭讪, ask for number but instead gives you MSN, then get number and start smsing, and after considerable improvement on the relationship, then start to chat on the phone, &lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt; the movies flowers and &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; the wedding ring. Sheesh man, when did it start to get so complicated. The government really should'nt blame us on the low birthrate, what i described was the full course, but many may have died along some part on the way and became Martyrs of Love 爱的殉教者!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entertainment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)Gaming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Call me god! kN* fu*k*rS. You losers. I am the best because I own you all. My skills are so good and I have this item called the Monkey God Golden Bar aka 定海神针 之 金箍棒 to wipe your whole dead cat p*ssy team out man! I am GODLIKE!" Hey people, meet my friend here, the 5-time World Cyber Games WCG Champion in &lt;strong&gt;WarCraft&lt;/strong&gt;. His alias is &lt;strong&gt;The^King &lt;/strong&gt;and he is well-known throughout the gaming world. His presence alone makes his teammates 喜出望外 while his enemies 闻风丧胆. Meet my friend John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5730/381/320/1262/john.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I know it feels good to be better than others. It's also good to be passionate and skillful in the things you enjoy. But there comes a day when you unroot yourself to step out from your room to go down get lunch when you get sick from Mac-Delivery. 卖鸡饭Auntie won't 加肉without 加钱even if you told her you are &lt;strong&gt;ACTUALLY &lt;/strong&gt;a&lt;strong&gt; WINNER&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;THE^KING&lt;/strong&gt; in Warcraft. Virtual Reality may be your reality, but it may not be Reality for say.. 楼下卖鸡饭的Auntie. By the way, 鸡饭加肉is $3. Aunties like this don't exist. Ok maybe they do, but the shirt she wears doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5730/381/320/391989/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)Songs and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ETC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, need me to explain what are songs meh? I know you are more interested in that huge et cetera beside right? On lonely nights when you feel comfortable and relaxed and feel the need to &lt;strong&gt;IMPROVE&lt;/strong&gt; yourself, your computer would be your kind helping friend. Searching &lt;strong&gt;INFO &lt;/strong&gt;on search toolbars are as easy as 123. Browsing and surfing, you find a &lt;strong&gt;GOOD WEBPAGE.&lt;/strong&gt; Then you start &lt;strong&gt;working out&lt;/strong&gt;, breaking in mild perspiration, then it gets hotter and the sensations come in stronger and then you go "OH GOD uuuggghh ohhh OOOOWWW!! ahhhhh...!" Finally you realised you cramped your abs muscle. You searched for "crunches and situps for the ultimate abs" in the toolbar didn't you? 心知肚明 enough already. Enjoy huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Projectwork&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(or schoolwork or homework or work or whatever term you give it to make it sound professional)&lt;br /&gt;As I've mentioned earlier, if I were you parents or older siblings who want to use the computer, I would appreciate you be more creative to tell me something like if you don't use the computer, you may not get the Girl/Guy you've been ogling for some time. And they also know the alt-tab alt-tab trick.&lt;br /&gt;In short. It's crap really. Projectwork? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Conclusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats in making this far as I'm really not confident with myself in capturing your attention throughout such a long blog entry. I usually post sentences instead of articles. Anyway, I would apologise if I have ever given the impression that I'm a Anti-Computer-Weirdo-Alienic-Entity. I'm not, really. And thanks to my computer this entry is published. What i would like to conclude is that the computer is a tool, a double edged sword yadda yadda yadda. It is how you use it, and whether you are the master of your tool or you are the slave of your tool is really none of my business. That's it then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-116434048251463041?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116434048251463041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116434048251463041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116434048251463041' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-116394204584798278</id><published>2006-11-19T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T21:15:29.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Obsession is a Young Man's Game.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-116394204584798278?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116394204584798278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116394204584798278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116394204584798278' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-116333965902386613</id><published>2006-11-12T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:54:19.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;While eating an ice cream cone.. A fly dived straight into it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Wah lao, super suay sia!!! Waste money.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No loh, the fly more suay la.. Freeze to death sia"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Change of perspective. Change of mindset.-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-116333965902386613?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116333965902386613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116333965902386613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116333965902386613' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-116208381506106745</id><published>2006-10-29T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T09:48:08.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;暧昧&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;让人受尽委屈&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today's topic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may affect probably almost all pple, be it Boy-Girl, Girl-Boy, urh.. Girl-Girl or Boy-Boy; less the monks from 少林寺 that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we have to look into the meaning of this.. With appreciation from 《现代汉语大词典》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;暧昧 -（态度、用意）含糊；不明白&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So as Rainie's song goes.. How does it let pple 委屈 eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few ways, but collectively speaking I would catergorise it as..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;１）喜欢又不说&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;２）一点点喜欢又不说&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;３）不喜欢又不说&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;１）喜欢又不说&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is what I'd term 最幸福但最不幸. If these few words are too long. You can summarise it and call this group "WAH LAO". Already 喜欢liao, den either the female lead or male lead (mostly is the female, this is really not a biased point of view.) don't let the other party know so their 关系 remains platonic, den the ending would be 渐行渐远. Reason? Girls always say they must have &lt;strong&gt;‘女人的坚持’&lt;/strong&gt;so cannot make the first move. Something they don't understand is that the guy may be a complete 被动-Manual Driven-白痴 so the day he 主动 would be like forever later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;２）一点点喜欢又不说&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This catergory is one where you like the other party but don't know if it is enough to become an item. And if unattended, this catergory would evolve into &lt;strong&gt;“你是我最好的异性朋友”&lt;/strong&gt;, once it reaches 这步田地, it is irreversible just like you dissolve salt in water. You may get the original salt back if you heat it la... But not a lot of pple would do that and would just make do with salty water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;３）不喜欢又不说&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is also known as "JIALAT". Stop leading the other party on! He/she 笨笨傻傻蠢蠢 thinking that there's a 未来, only to be devastated at the very last moment. This is the hardest to solve of all three catergories as you 暧昧 for so long already yet you have totally no feelings for that person. Handled misappropretely may cause ties to 断裂 and create intense pain for both parties. Worst is when you all already 80%. Percentage lessons will be on another post but 80% means the hands holding stage in short. Thus try not to position yourself in such a difficult place by sing David Tao's song more often.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;但你说 I.. I only wanna be your friend 做个朋友 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright then, finally the conclusion. There be various 暧昧s around besides the above mentioned 3. However if you're smart enough to realise (Qiu Yi you definitely will right?) there is one common factor amongst all of them. It is &lt;strong&gt;“不说”&lt;/strong&gt;. You aren't mute or what right? So communications is very important in all kinds of relationship, be it romance, friendship or whatever. You wouldn't want your best friend of the same sex to one day tell you, “其实…我…爱你。” (Sorry with regards to the homos and bis, not against you lot but it's just a general example)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last, I'd like to say something on behalf of the male population. We disagree that 男人and女人 cannot be 单纯的朋友. So it's really fine when 友谊 doesn't become 爱情, but if 暧昧 too long it's really taxing and not to say tiring. That's it then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;暧昧让人变得贪心 直到等待失去意义 无奈我和你 写不出结局 放遗憾的美丽 停在这里&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-116208381506106745?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116208381506106745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116208381506106745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116208381506106745' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-116091575615584771</id><published>2006-10-15T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T20:35:56.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new layout for my blog cuz the previous one went sorta crazy.. so yeah.. Hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-116091575615584771?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116091575615584771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116091575615584771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116091575615584771' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-116027919558687342</id><published>2006-10-08T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:46:35.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;&lt;退后&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;天空灰的像哭过&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;离开你以后并没有更自由&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;酸酸的空气守住我们的距离&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;一幕醉心的结局 像呼吸般无法停息&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;抽屉泛黄的日记&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;找到了回忆那笑容是傻气&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你我的过去被深深真的忘记&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;缺氧过后的爱情 存心的眼泪是多余&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我知道你我都没有错&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;只是忘了怎么退后&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;信誓旦旦给的承诺 全被时间扑了空&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我知道我们都没有错&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;只是放手比较好过&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;最美的爱情回忆里带去&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;天空灰的像哭过&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;离开你以后并没有更自由&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;酸酸的空气守住我们的距离&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;一幕醉心的结局 像呼吸般无法停息&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;抽屉泛黄的日记&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;找到了回忆那笑容是傻气&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你我的过去被深深真的忘记&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;缺氧过后的爱情存心的眼泪是多余&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我知道你我都没有错 只是忘了怎么退后&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;信誓旦旦给的承诺全被时间扑了空&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我知道我们都没有错 只是放手会比较好过&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;最美的爱情会一定带去&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我知道我们都没有错 只是放手会比较好过&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;最美的爱情回忆里待续&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-116027919558687342?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116027919558687342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/116027919558687342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116027919558687342' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-115943126168523267</id><published>2006-09-28T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T16:14:21.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aim high, expect more from yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-115943126168523267?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/115943126168523267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/115943126168523267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115943126168523267' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-115721977320336280</id><published>2006-09-03T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T01:57:35.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"gonna have to pick up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had gathering with some old frens, and realised we're all old already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some age b4 their time; mature, well, at least they do look mature. changes in their thinking, actions, activities they indulge in. good or bad i can't decide,&lt;br /&gt;at least they know where they belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some's time just stood still for them; they may still be doing things they were doing when they were kids, never moving on. bad, some may say, but they are in their own world being happy,&lt;br /&gt;at least they know where they belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are juz in an awkward zone where there's no place for them to reside in,&lt;br /&gt;where they don't know where they belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gonna have to move on.."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-115721977320336280?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/115721977320336280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/115721977320336280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115721977320336280' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-115601503561761639</id><published>2006-08-20T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T03:17:15.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is bad... Haven't been rowing for close to 3 weeks maybe 4 already..&lt;br /&gt;What do I want? What is going on? Everything is so complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna row and seems like everything is stopping me from it; work, taking so much time or should I say wasting so much time doing nothing; team issues, so confusing that I don't even know what is happening right now; commitment, not training on my own juz passing day by day and feeling so lethargic. Maybe I should stop blaming things around me and get a focus on what I actually want in life, well "life" may seem like too big a word, or should I say my rowing. It's hard to pick up from everything's that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to refocus. Feeling so negative for this whole stretch of time, never felt so consecutively low for such a long period. I neeeed counselling, but well, I wouldn't talk also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ARGH!  CAN ANYONE HEAR ME???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-115601503561761639?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/115601503561761639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/115601503561761639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115601503561761639' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-115480211065085195</id><published>2006-08-06T02:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T02:21:50.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I Want You Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;by Savage Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I need to see your face,&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I am taken to a place where&lt;br /&gt;your crystal mind and&lt;br /&gt;Magenta feelings take up shelter&lt;br /&gt;in the base of my spine&lt;br /&gt;Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to try and explain;&lt;br /&gt;I just hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;And if it happens again, I might move&lt;br /&gt;so slightly&lt;br /&gt;To the arms and the lips and the face&lt;br /&gt;of the human cannonball&lt;br /&gt;That I need to, I want to&lt;br /&gt;Come stand a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;Breath in and get a bit higher&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what hit you&lt;br /&gt;When I get to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I want you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I need you&lt;br /&gt;But, ooh, I'd die to find out&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I want you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I need you&lt;br /&gt;But, ooh, I'd die to find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of person who endorses&lt;br /&gt;a deep commitment&lt;br /&gt;Getting comfy getting perfect&lt;br /&gt;is what I live for&lt;br /&gt;But a look, then a smell of perfume&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm down on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what I'm in for&lt;br /&gt;Conversation has a time and place&lt;br /&gt;In the interaction of a lover and&lt;br /&gt;a mate,&lt;br /&gt;But the time of talking,&lt;br /&gt;using symbols, using words&lt;br /&gt;Can be likened to a deep sea diver&lt;br /&gt;who is swimming with a raincoat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come stand a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in and get a bit higher&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what hit you&lt;br /&gt;When I get to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I want you I don't know if I need you&lt;br /&gt;But, ooh, I'd die to find out&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I want you I don't know if I need you&lt;br /&gt;But, ooh, I'd die to find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime I need to see your face,&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I am taken to a place where&lt;br /&gt;your crystal mind and&lt;br /&gt;Magenta feelings take up shelter&lt;br /&gt;in the base of my spine&lt;br /&gt;Sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to try and explain;&lt;br /&gt;I just hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;And if it happens again, I might move&lt;br /&gt;so slightly&lt;br /&gt;To the arms and the lips and the face&lt;br /&gt;of the human cannonball&lt;br /&gt;That I need to, I want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I want you I don't know if I need you&lt;br /&gt;But, ooh, I'd die to find out&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I want you I don't know if I need you&lt;br /&gt;But, ooh, I'd die to find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can we find out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-115480211065085195?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/115480211065085195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/115480211065085195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115480211065085195' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-115001567797937501</id><published>2006-06-11T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:47:58.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Trojan War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the wedding of Peleus and Thetis, Zeus prepared for a banquet of olympian proportions to be held in the Halls of Mount Olympus. As Peleus was a mortal king, and Thetis was a minor sea goddess (although to this story, they are merely mr. and mrs. Plotdevice), both mortals and gods were invited to the feast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only goddess not receiving an invitation was Eris, the goddess of Strife, Confusion and Chaos. Fearing her reputation as a troublemaker, Zeus made sure he 'accidentally' lost the envelope with Eris' name on it, planning to blame Hermes (the messenger god) for 'that darn postal service' should Eris find out. Quite why Zeus had less qualms about inviting the Death god Hades and the War god Ares to the festivities will probably always remain a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Eris did find out about the party. It is, after all, quite hard to keep a giant hall filled with drunk, roaring gods and mortals a secret for long. Understandably a bit miffed, Eris travelled to the halls of Olympus. With a smile that made even Hades wish he'd brought a clean set of underwear, Eris rolled an apple of purest gold into the banquet hall. Inscribed on the apple was 'kallisti', which means 'to the fairest'. Eris turned, and left to get herself a hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading the inscription on the apple, three goddesses claimed it for themselves. Each thought that she was the fairest, most beautiful goddess present and as such deserved to have the prize. After a bit of a shouting match the three goddesses - Hera, Aphrodite and Athena - agreed that Zeus should decide who was the fairest and thus deserved the apple. Faced with having to choose between Hera - his wife, and Aphrodite and Athena - two of his daughters, Zeus knew he'd be in trouble no matter what. As none of the other guests present were eager to make the choice and have the wrath of the two spurned goddesses fall upon them, Zeus decreed that the mortal shepherd Paris would make the final choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Paris was actually a prince of Troy, exciled at birth because he was prophesised to be the doom of the city (see Paris and die). At the time of our story, he was simply minding his own business as a shepherd.&lt;br /&gt;All this changed when the three goddesses decided to level the playing field a bit and went in to offer Paris bribes in return for voting in their favour. Hera offered Paris power and filled his mind with visions of marching armies. Athena offered him wisdom, and filled his mind with visions of the kindom he would rule. Aphrodite offered him the love of the most beautiful woman on earth, and filled his head with things that are unsuitable for prime time television. Being a healthy young Trojan lad, Paris promptly accepted Aphrodite's bribe and she got the apple and he got screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of Aphrodite, Paris won the heart of Helen - the most beautiful woman alive. Despite the fact that they were both already married (Helen to a king of Sparta, Paris to a mythological creature - the ancient Greeks had very confused bloodlines), Paris took Helen to Troy, pissing off her husband -King Menealus- royally. Menealus rallied an army, and laid siege to Troy. Ten years, a wooden horse and the death of many heroes later, Troy was taken and razed to the ground. Nice one, Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the true story behind the Trojan War - though some people seem to find the hotdog bit rather hard to believe. True enough, no Ancient Greek hotdog stands have ever been found, although being a goddess and all, it's not altogether unlikely Eris simply invented hotdogs there and then so she could go out and get one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-115001567797937501?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/115001567797937501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/115001567797937501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115001567797937501' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-114654464363440066</id><published>2006-05-02T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:37:23.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-114654464363440066?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/114654464363440066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/114654464363440066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114654464363440066' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112814257219079176</id><published>2005-10-01T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T12:56:12.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Know your role, and keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verimisunderstooded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112814257219079176?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112814257219079176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112814257219079176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112814257219079176' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112774392460578876</id><published>2005-09-26T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T22:12:04.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 out of 2 times your kind blocked me.&lt;br /&gt;once it was an aged..&lt;br /&gt;now it is a young..&lt;br /&gt;wad haf u all gt against mi? can't u all stay on one side of the road?&lt;br /&gt;must i realli put a bell on my bike?&lt;br /&gt;must i not turn and juz bang into you saying its your fault?&lt;br /&gt;its not anything you know?&lt;br /&gt;i have really nothing to say..&lt;br /&gt;100% of road accidents on me are caused by your kind this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrrh.. i think i should cool down, and u all, should be locked up, in stys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. in case of being brought to court for slander, the "your kind" i meant above, refers to an animal, animals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112774392460578876?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112774392460578876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112774392460578876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112774392460578876' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112762734732622653</id><published>2005-09-25T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T13:49:07.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been long, and i really do wonder if anyone comes to my blog... ... ... .. .. .. .. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112762734732622653?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112762734732622653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112762734732622653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112762734732622653' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112400410674136661</id><published>2005-08-14T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T15:21:46.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crazy Beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112400410674136661?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112400410674136661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112400410674136661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112375942630764733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112375942630764733' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112355682111344402</id><published>2005-08-09T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T11:07:01.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112355682111344402?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112355682111344402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112355682111344402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112355682111344402' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112307000086855623</id><published>2005-08-03T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T19:56:41.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-ZzzZ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost liao. Nm.. Nm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think.. I'm a bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha. hel re he killl it si &lt;--(The &lt;em&gt;da LyChee code&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;As my indian friend Dinesh always say to me, "jia&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MING&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; STA&lt;/span&gt;di Lar!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112307000086855623?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112307000086855623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112307000086855623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112307000086855623' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112299805696222446</id><published>2005-08-02T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:54:16.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whole inbox is filled with how good the opponent is in the badminton open. I don't wanna think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112299805696222446?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112299805696222446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112299805696222446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112299805696222446' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112279220089453386</id><published>2005-07-31T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T14:43:20.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Charged particles do not travel straight if the energy given out by the B-field and E-field are the same.  There is no point in trying to adjust your own field to compensate for the lack of energy from the other field, since that field has no energy at all. The particle would best be left stationary and allow external forces to act on it to determine where it will finally end up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings about the economic theory of the Free Market System, stating that equilibrium would be achieved by allowing market forces to act on it. &lt;em&gt;Assuming perfect competition. &lt;/em&gt;Which could be summarised in one word called "Nonsense".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should call for a timeout.&lt;em&gt; Maybe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112279220089453386?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112279220089453386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112279220089453386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112279220089453386' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112271492293552128</id><published>2005-07-30T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T17:15:22.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my toddler neighbour.. called mi uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i dunno if its good he could tok.. or be sad that he called me.. "uncle".. he beside mi now.. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle.. wad sia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112271492293552128?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112271492293552128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112271492293552128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112271492293552128' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112271198575555835</id><published>2005-07-30T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T16:26:25.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dreamt that someone gave me a n-six one 90 for free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dreamt that everything was juz the same as the past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dreams.. don't come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112271198575555835?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112271198575555835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112271198575555835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112271198575555835' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112263137668036098</id><published>2005-07-29T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T18:04:53.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my shoulder hurts like.. argh. but the pain is uncomparable to losing. i hate losing. not that im sore.. but.. i juz don't like the feeling. well we deserved the lost anyway. we weren't good at all. at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found my racket le.. aiyah. no happiness, due to the lost. why cant things go smoothly. why. it's not a question anyway. grrh. ARHGHTBVHGJRTKKrt54p4trgv34tbg34t234tvb34tvgbt3vbrgfvb nhyjnmu7yrt54b5r5rb53brvr3bvbyby5b5y4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ow. my shoulder relli hurts. hen tong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112263137668036098?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112263137668036098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112263137668036098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112263137668036098' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112246781378832305</id><published>2005-07-27T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T20:36:53.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae no rain, so i went to sch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i still couldn't find e racket i left in the room.. ZZZ.. its e sentimental value behind it sia, super sian. din felt good the whole dae.. why i so suay, racket kenna kop. RARH. my carlton airblade 1000.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumore last minute tell mi got softball open.. at first is sae thursdae wan leh.. den i din bring clothes, den huangeng gave me victor's softball jersey, to wear with tpjc pants... quite happy we won sia! 4-3... super close match, and most is they fault leh, not the our team power. so .. quite lucky on that loh. i scored 2 points =D! and.. i guess.. no matter wad sport i play, pple will luff at mi, wad sia. sae i run like sissy.. .. .. .. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still sian. bring back oh bring back! oh bring back my racket to me to me! bring back oh bring back oh bring back my racket to mi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112246781378832305?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112246781378832305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112246781378832305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112246781378832305' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112239156685331656</id><published>2005-07-26T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:29:24.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae morning heavy rain sia.. and as an owner of a pair of adidas climacool.. i decide it would be in my best interest to not go to school lest my socks get wet! so to summarise this ironic turn of events in 3 words : I ponned school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was indeed a smart choice, as mr yeo din come for physics todae also, so which effectively makes the day pointless la, minusing the fact that i could see someone. someone. maybe sometwo, but not somethree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went back to play badminton open loh. i dunno why, everytime i play, pple luff at mi sia. got so funny meh.. grrh. thur softball and fri bball interfac. thinking of it, makes mi exhausted already. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, i have to constantly remind myself not to have high expectations, or else the variance will be very high too, which would cause amazing moodswings.. i prefer moodsee-saws though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112239156685331656?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112239156685331656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112239156685331656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112239156685331656' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112221871575137733</id><published>2005-07-24T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:59:27.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterdae was FUN. Steamboat is not a boat with a steam engine eh! Wahhaha. I like Geylang that 7-11.. I think i ate 200g worth of sour sweets juz standing while ray zhenyi ws melvin dey all buying dunno wad.. My face.. SOUR sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den got this show.. WOAH, Yi Neng Jing ultra beautiful sia.. Harlem relli is a lucky man. Her show teach pple how to put mask (mian mo). Do you know, before putting mask muz Da2 Di3 wan! Then after put mask, cannot rub your face too hard oh! Or else ur skin cells will spoil leh. And muz rmb to put toner after dat, or else the essence cannot let the face absorb eh! And hoh, Hui Sin sae, Hun He Xing Ji Fu means skin will sometimes oily sometimes dry wan. I think KFC Ji Fu means skin as oily as KFC chicken wan eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning... A quarter watermelon and a 6 in 2 coffee for breakfast.. Yuan lai, 4 pple eat 1 watermelon.. is really madness, eh but i win zhenyi in "eat xi gua fast fast competition" (cuz i pick small small wan hehehe). And never put 2 packets of 3 in 1 coffee in one cup.. Very nan he leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw melvin blog he sae got mj pple studying eh, i din notice loh.. Wah lao. I Damm ZZZ. Okay. I dunno wad to do liao. Hahaha. Took bus with Ws home, talked a lot on e wayy, den slack at home until jack pui hg dey all call mi go play bball.. I realize, my passion for bball relli very low le (altho im still quite zai in it wahahhaha) or perhaps is onli recently my passion for everything also quite low le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno la.. I dunno wad to do. Anyway, thanks melvin! Thanks weisiong! Thanks jiamin! Thank you ge wei guan zhong! Wo neng de zhe ge jiang, yao shou xian xie xie wo de papa mama, hai you suo you zhi chi wo de ge mi men, ying mi men! Xie xie ni men! Mei you ni men, jiu mei you wo! XIE XIE!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112221871575137733?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112221871575137733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112221871575137733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112221871575137733' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112186655550009012</id><published>2005-07-20T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T21:35:55.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Respect&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; is something very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect people's decision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112186655550009012?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112186655550009012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112186655550009012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112186655550009012' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112178112411905727</id><published>2005-07-19T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:52:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>played okay todae, could be better, but the opponents can tell were not performing also.. aiyah, luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiaming, leng jing! dun rush, keep calm, hold the ball, look! open open! Shooot. talk beri easy hoh, u come and shoot under pressure can.. ok la, excuses larh.. is ownself buey zun hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml dunno gt match anot.. see how, pls score. u noe where ur motivation comes from =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112178112411905727?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112178112411905727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112178112411905727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112178112411905727' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112169223077161005</id><published>2005-07-18T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T21:13:08.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>altho kinda embaressed myself in some chem lec todae...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy, haha, i'm relli not greedy, super ultra very ultimately contented le&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Zu, Chang Le.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112169223077161005?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112169223077161005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112169223077161005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112169223077161005' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112161387554435620</id><published>2005-07-17T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:24:35.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm praying to God you'll give me one more chance, girl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be there for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These five words I swear to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you breathe I want to be the air for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be there for you I'd live and I'd die for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steal the sun from the sky for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words can't say what a love can do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be there for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112161387554435620?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112161387554435620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112161387554435620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112161387554435620' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112148534996330230</id><published>2005-07-16T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:22:07.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my shoulder... (( painful sia ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dun rush, pull long, feel good. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Rush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112148534996330230?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112148534996330230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112148534996330230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112148534996330230' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112142757640443346</id><published>2005-07-15T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:39:36.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Obviously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Recently I've been,&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly reaching&lt;br /&gt;Out for this girl,&lt;br /&gt;Who's out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;She's got a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;He drives her round the bend&lt;br /&gt;Cos he's 23&lt;br /&gt;He's in the marines&lt;br /&gt;He'd kill me&lt;br /&gt;For so many nights now&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinking about her now.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause obviously,&lt;br /&gt;She's out of my league&lt;br /&gt;But how can I win&lt;br /&gt;She keeps draggin' me in and&lt;br /&gt;I know I never will be good enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;No, no&lt;br /&gt;Never will be good enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta escape now&lt;br /&gt;Get on a plane now. yeah&lt;br /&gt;Off to L.A and that's where I'll stay, for two years.&lt;br /&gt;I'll put it behind me(i'll put it behind me)&lt;br /&gt;Go to a place where she cant find me. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause obviously,&lt;br /&gt;She's out of my league,&lt;br /&gt;I'm wastin' my time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause she'll never be mine&lt;br /&gt;I know i never will be good enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;No, no&lt;br /&gt;Never will be good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;She's outta my head&lt;br /&gt;And I never know where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Cos I know I'm not good enough for her&lt;br /&gt;He's good enough for her (for her, for her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112142757640443346?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112142757640443346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112142757640443346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112142757640443346' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112108907762348047</id><published>2005-07-11T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T21:37:57.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things turned out.. quite unexpected. I'm psychologically imbalanced nw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112108907762348047?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112108907762348047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112108907762348047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112108907762348047' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112099417087938448</id><published>2005-07-10T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T19:16:10.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was browsing some shoes on the net and i saw this feedback...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Comments: These shoes are WONDERFUL! I was wearing them on the court and got a hot date because of them. I also won my match. I think getting these Nike Shox has allowed my balding to stop, making my hair grow nice and long. Thanks Nike! From: Tim, Des Moines, Iowa, USA. 06/05 "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.. i.. i dunno how to react&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112099417087938448?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112099417087938448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112099417087938448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112099417087938448' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112093027091962795</id><published>2005-07-10T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T01:31:10.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think drawing stuff on pple's hand.. is very stupid. cuz u will have a hard time bathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112093027091962795?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112093027091962795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112093027091962795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112093027091962795' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112081928707378321</id><published>2005-07-08T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T18:41:27.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm.. saw a cat munching on a lizard just now.. altho im kinda scared of dem, seeing a cat munch on it like a delicacy sets me thinking.... it makes mi think how does a lizard taste like... and how it feels to be chewed alive... ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went home, and fed the cat with milk. cow's milk. i wonder if the cat will grow as large as a cow after drinking sia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112081928707378321?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112081928707378321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112081928707378321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112081928707378321' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112057697934849470</id><published>2005-07-05T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:22:59.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things din relli went according to plan.. well.. i imagine is i very cool wan.. but end up become like cartoon lidatt loh.. which can oni be described by four alphabets.. a l m u! try rearranging urself. hahaa but nm la! im happy. and tired, haha 3 hrs of sleep last nite can relli kill. i need sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be murdered tml for pang seh-ing dem .. but, sleeping is .. so song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. happy bdae lc wahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112057697934849470?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112057697934849470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112057697934849470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112057697934849470' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112044001976031957</id><published>2005-07-04T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T09:23:58.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i woke up too early... argh.. 6 hrs of sleep is seriously not enough siaa... im irritating tongpui now, who tell him so early go online! wah laooo i die liao. i die liao i die liao i die liao i die liao i die liao.......... Tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, todae's Independence Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112044001976031957?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112044001976031957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112044001976031957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112044001976031957' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112030795643335983</id><published>2005-07-02T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T20:39:16.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahaha went to esplanade todae see the dragon boat festival! so happpi~~~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112030795643335983?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112030795643335983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112030795643335983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112030795643335983' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-112015023921473540</id><published>2005-07-01T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T00:50:39.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who am I? You sure you want to know? The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale... if somebody told you I was just your average ordinary guy, not a care in the world... somebody lied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-112015023921473540?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112015023921473540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/112015023921473540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112015023921473540' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-111996809706845618</id><published>2005-06-28T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T22:14:57.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha i ave tot of something bery funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qn: wads purple carrots? (think kae, noe answer tell mi hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics is a nightmare.. maths.. HMMMM... It's a test of creativity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-111996809706845618?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111996809706845618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111996809706845618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111996809706845618' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-111979639403381447</id><published>2005-06-26T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T22:34:10.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>to pass this jct (aka jiaming's catastrophical tribulation).. i think, there are 3 possibilites..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) to haf someone use harry potter's invisibility cloak to help mi with my paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) to haf an ultra computer implanted in my brain programmed with everything i need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; (a more practical idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) to haf a 3 days medical leave over a bad tummy ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's time to do some desperate struggle =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-111979639403381447?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111979639403381447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111979639403381447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111979639403381447' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-111969039297812842</id><published>2005-06-25T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T17:06:32.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i dunno why there are common tests.. i really don't.. it's a question as mysterious as why the sun rises from the east and not from the north south west&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-111969039297812842?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111969039297812842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111969039297812842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111969039297812842' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-111963509906975810</id><published>2005-06-25T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T01:44:59.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im sick.. but my nose is very fit! you know why? Cuz its supEr Runny!! Ran like.. 10 km todae! ok.. not funny.. im sorry. *dizzy* muz b e flu medicine (i juz wanna leave b4 i get beaten up for my hilarious nose joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. and the snail is sumwhere in the room.. i can sense it. i meant.. e lizard.. lazy to backspace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-111963509906975810?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111963509906975810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111963509906975810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111963509906975810' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-111946534707626748</id><published>2005-06-23T02:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T02:35:47.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wah lao there's a lizard in the computer room. im risking my life to blog this. k bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-111946534707626748?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111946534707626748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111946534707626748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111946534707626748' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-111945645088964749</id><published>2005-06-22T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T00:07:30.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>daniela hantuchova is sporty, can play with me..!&lt;br /&gt;kirsten dunst is sweet, makes me so wanna tok to her..!&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. but kirsten 170cm.. daniela 181cm sia.. HMMMM..&lt;br /&gt;anyway, kirsten was the lead in Savage Button's i knew i luved u b4 i met u.. but i cant find lehh throughout e net, seems like there's totally no existence of this song lidat, but i rmb i got hear b4 leh... Zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these few nites relli veri tired, been chased here n dere in dreams consecutively le.. got once still haf to carry my mom and run into hiding for dunno why oso.. wah, these dreams are physically strenuos sia, end up sleep like no sleep lidat.. i think im under stress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melvin pointed out e previous post was a little... desper.. i mean Desciting, typo is exciting.. wahahaha! but i really want waddddddddddddd (i really admire those pple hu can type until so cute.. so tiring to extend e word sia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now.. lemme listen a cute song.. yo yo yo yo CYNDI!?! WaDs wRong wiTh mE?? Ai ni~~~~~~ Yo! Yo! CynDi BaBy! WaDs wRong with ME? CynDi Gimme uR luv! u mAke mi snEeze all e Time! yea yea yea yeaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AI NI~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-111945645088964749?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111945645088964749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111945645088964749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111945645088964749' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-111936527750070845</id><published>2005-06-21T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:47:57.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wad am i doing? jiaming!! where are u? pls come out.. are u possessed by a snail? wake up! zhen zuo.. when u want something real bad, you'll need to do something to attain it. argh.. i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want i want and i wun tell u wad i want! RARH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-111936527750070845?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111936527750070845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111936527750070845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111936527750070845' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-111927721653964353</id><published>2005-06-20T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:20:16.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae.. go play tennis in sch, walk past some pple... den say we posers.. i where got poser i where got..? question mark siaaa? wo... wo... wo de cuo?&lt;br /&gt;i like ate 2 packets of instant noodles in a dae liao.. plus sausage crabstick and chicken fillet i marinated myself! wah, i think i smoked the whole house like on fire lidat sia, and i realized, anything as long cooked by yourself is delicious wan.. cuz.. i think the chicken tasted a little raw, the sausage and crabstick were burnt.. and the noodles were soggy, but i still ate all of it leh.. arghhh! i cook the same thing twice in a dae but the skills din improve lehhz.. =and.. i still cant get over being called a poser... i go fan xing fan xing wahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-111927721653964353?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111927721653964353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111927721653964353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111927721653964353' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-111917758115781705</id><published>2005-06-19T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T18:39:41.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stomachache.. woke up early.. got lost in tp for 1.5 hours.. rarh! den i reach dat time, herngyih finish climbing le.. wahhh den we go eat breakfast. hehe! i ordered vegetarian! den go ntuc buy fruit juice loh, den took 9 hoome, den i giddy le reach juz fainted on the bed, of cuz! before i faint i got on the aircon la, so when i faint wun so hot marh!&lt;br /&gt;had a super weird dream, like those movie those type, suddenly i like this person, den she kenna killed by mafia (and the mafia boss is those very big size and got moustach and wear those very retro big big sunglasses wan), den i go and avenge her by spilling kerosene all over the hq of the mafia.. den as i was about to exit the building dat time.. this red color lilo and stitch animal come attacking me! den my weird looking pokemon lookalike sidekick killed it by grabbing a wire on one hand and grabbing the lilo and stitch animal on the other, electrocuting it. i wonder how come my pokemon lookalike sidekick wun get damaged by electricity leh? haha and i woke up without setting fire.. but i guessed the mafia were killed la, or else the story like wun end ehh..&lt;br /&gt;din ate wheatbix todae, but still feeling kinda weird.. i dunno, juz dun feel well.. i think im relli becoming a vampire le, this should be the dying process being mortal.. okok im juz spamming words onto the post which has intrinsically no value behind. so i shan't try too hard and keep typing things le.. i hope the mafia pple were killed..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-111917758115781705?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111917758115781705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111917758115781705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111917758115781705' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-111910466674605150</id><published>2005-06-18T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T22:24:26.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think that buffet is one of the scariest thing on earth. it expends the limit of your stomach, brings you to new volume and depth you never thought achievable by your own tummy. and in the end , u juz end up making yourself feel very fat, bloated, ugly, and.. wallet very thin. but on a brighter note.. wahaha todae i  urhm.. eh.. i think there's no brighter note.. OMG. HOW COME? i very sad le, and bloatted.  i think, i shud start studying, but tml is a sundae, so.... hahha monday la monday la. hohoho.  oh yah, i did laundry and folding my clothes todae, i made my own bed also.. i feel so... wei da. anyone wants me to do household chores pls call mi, im getting addicted to it le! hahaha beryl sent mi dis clip, and im addicted to it le, omg, omg, omg, wahahahaha, wahahahaha, wahahahahaaa owwww.. pain, du zi tong, i go da bian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-111910466674605150?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111910466674605150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111910466674605150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111910466674605150' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-111902952754510840</id><published>2005-06-18T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T01:32:07.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i todae super wasted sia... stayed home until i watch lotr2 until i dizzy.. woah, legolas. he is really only use 1 word to describe loh..帅。den i doze off.. den oswald n co. come my hse until like 10 den we go 85 for sunner (supper + dinner) porridge is relli nice, i oso ate ba cho mee due to peer pressssure. den, go home, realize keys is in oswald's bag, den i wanna cry. so me and anderson go expedition around my house area loh.. first stop is to take elevator up my block's 10th storey, wahaha 1st time dere sia, den from dat vieW saw a nice nice place, so we walk dere lohh...and in the meAntime, to noT step on SnAil A, i landEd on SnAil B.. fiRst i heArd the crunching sound, dEn the squishing sound, wahh i killed a snail.. i relli.. wahh.. i think de snail veRy sAd loh.. i mEan, he Can see a sHadOw hovering aboVe him, but he is a sNail, he cannot run awAy.. Den.. his life came to an eNd.. i will remember him 8ever (2 X 4ever = 8ever) wan.. walk past dis junction @ old tAmp road, got aCcident, den aiyah, motorbike + car = ambulance loh... den wE pretend to be poliCe and croSs the street slowing the trAffic waahahaa! den walk walk walk, reach kevyn hse, ahhaha took 1 bottle of iCe sodA from him den wE zao liao, wander into some conStruction site, woAh super daRk sia! den cannot find a way out.. ZZZ. So climB out of sOme barb wiRes. afterall, wE're Traaaaaa------inEd SoLdierS! den we lEft leFt left right left, march all the way back hOme, aFter osWald called mi told mi he @ my hse le.. ZZz, 1.31am in e morning. and im still energetic after squashing a snAil.. i got take picTure of it leh.. hu wans call mi to send kae?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-111902952754510840?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111902952754510840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111902952754510840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111902952754510840' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-111898918569266823</id><published>2005-06-17T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T14:19:45.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's been a year, since the last post.. i wonder when i'll post again.. its hard.. SUPER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-111898918569266823?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111898918569266823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/111898918569266823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111898918569266823' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-108694904150641807</id><published>2004-06-11T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T18:17:21.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hehehhehe. I really am the best.. Yuan lai to change time must click on Settings. Wooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-108694904150641807?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/108694904150641807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/108694904150641807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108694904150641807' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-108694890426199104</id><published>2004-06-11T18:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T18:15:04.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I figured how to insert links! I am the best. Yay. But I dunno how to set the time leh.. Help anyone? Halo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-108694890426199104?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/108694890426199104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/108694890426199104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108694890426199104' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6755436.post-108159394227693423</id><published>2004-04-10T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T18:49:32.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am bored. I am trying to create a blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6755436-108159394227693423?l=tinbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/108159394227693423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6755436/posts/default/108159394227693423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinbox.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108159394227693423' title=''/><author><name>Sunday</name><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></entry></feed>
