<?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-31696206</id><updated>2011-07-29T06:26:39.250+08:00</updated><category term='Others'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Daily-s'/><category term='ARRRG'/><category term='Out of Ordinary'/><category term='Articles'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>My general nonsense of the mundane daily life..</title><subtitle type='html'>nonsense. just nonsense.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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>387</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31696206.post-3911192919191140222</id><published>2009-11-07T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T17:31:05.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a Saturday and I'm home. Lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to head out to Ikea for lunch with the peeps followed by bowling at DT East and maybe a movie after that. But knowing that they're gonna catch the show that I don't wanna watch no matter what, I started to dread heading out of the house when it's time to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always like this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to meet ying after that but didn't head out too because after feeling dread about the earlier supposed outing, I slept through the afternoon and did not sms her in time about the time to meet. Ended up she's cooking dinner and we'll meet next saturday when it's the chalet time. Must really make it up to her lor. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go now. It's so hot and humid and I'm not feeling good inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-3911192919191140222?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3911192919191140222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3911192919191140222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-saturday-and-im-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-8066851779630903188</id><published>2009-10-31T07:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T12:55:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>很想和你在一起</title><content type='html'>How does it feels like to be longing for something but unable to get it no matter how many times you've tried? How does it feels when you're touched from a story that feels so surreal yet real and actually depicts the emotions so vividly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it. Felt it. Cried and bawled with the box of tissue right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one movie I'll recommend for years to come and know that the storyline though cliche, will never get you yawning. What pretty sights and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch 很想和你在一起 if you haven't and if you're having a really bad day and wishes to cry it all out. It works. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;很想和你在一起     主题曲&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;你要你要振作　卸去模糊的妆&lt;br /&gt;我已决意远去　只因发觉&lt;br /&gt;再充当爱侣　你终会伤得身心粉碎&lt;br /&gt;这爱迷离扑朔　无人明了清楚&lt;br /&gt;世界会嫌弃你　慌张看你&lt;br /&gt;更加疏远你　结果剩余孤单将你杀死&lt;br /&gt;实在我多渴望长留这里&lt;br /&gt;驻守在你家居&lt;br /&gt;两餐一宿也与你双相对&lt;br /&gt;但若这种爱害你喝苦水&lt;br /&gt;更贬值成负累&lt;br /&gt;我宁愿抽身匆匆隐退&lt;br /&gt;请不要痛悲　我早晚暗中庇护你&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;试试埋头拼搏　试试闲游他方&lt;br /&gt;试试去忘记我　清洗了我&lt;br /&gt;再找位爱侣　托他轻吻乾你两行陈泪&lt;br /&gt;实在我多渴望长留这里&lt;br /&gt;驻守在你家居&lt;br /&gt;两餐一宿也与你双相对&lt;br /&gt;但若这种爱害你喝苦水&lt;br /&gt;更贬值成负累&lt;br /&gt;我宁愿抽身匆匆隐退&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;你要撑下去&lt;br /&gt;寻回应得的生趣&lt;br /&gt;呷一口彩虹言尽心窝里&lt;br /&gt;好好过下去&lt;br /&gt;趁清楚赶快回去&lt;br /&gt;报答我松开手的心碎&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;请不要痛悲　我早晚暗中庇护你&lt;br /&gt;爱着你&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-8066851779630903188?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8066851779630903188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8066851779630903188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_31.html' title='很想和你在一起'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-1057416429935270342</id><published>2009-10-26T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:36:55.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quick quick flash.</title><content type='html'>My hiatus from blog came about as the will to write weakens and the soul that it describes falls over in nothing but fatigue. My life been incredibly busy for the past few weeks and will continue to be so until the new month comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a few thing I'm looking forward to though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)The ending of tuition. Oh, the angst of crazy parents..&lt;br /&gt;2)The coming of celebrations. For old friend's sake, for celebrating a life. :)&lt;br /&gt;3)The possible promotion to joining the company I am in ---- officially as a full-time, perm staff. I'm looking at the benefits as well as the erm, pay. Well who doesn't? Dread is the work's not done for last week and I'm supposed to do OT on Saturday (which I came back but found no time to finish as I was under training.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let this week be over in a quick flash and save me the agony of rush and tiredness. Otherwise, it might be a good idea to have some really good news coming in. Like winning the lottery or something.  :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1057416429935270342?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1057416429935270342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1057416429935270342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2009/10/quick-quick-flash.html' title='quick quick flash.'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-8030155281394595148</id><published>2009-10-19T01:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T02:22:41.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long weekend</title><content type='html'>The long weekends finally here.. and over. Heh! I've been resting well enough for the past 2 days and what can I say? It's great! Monday to Friday is taking a toll on me somewhat, must be the amount of brain work and eyes exercise I've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Joel on Thursday night for dinner and he introduced a cute-looking friend of his to me. I'm starting to think that the friend's kinda cute because he's not as talkative and irritating as Joel is. Hah! Too bad it's a last minute meet-up and we weren't able to get QY to join in. She's still working at 7+ when we called her up! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was a series of unfortunate events on Friday. Yes. A series. Basically everything that could go wrong went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;First, I woke up late. Missed the company bus by a mere 7-10minutes. Decided to cab to work since I'm really reluctant to join in the morning crowd. There were 3 cabs and when I opened the cab door I make it a point to check with the uncle if he knows the way from my area to the office before I get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes I know." was the reply. I then boarded the cab. Minutes later, I got myself all so flustered and angry that all I wanna do is to strangle the Uncle till he beg for mercy. He turned left into this dead end turn (where you have to make a full round turn) when I ask him to go straight and when I realized I literally SCREAMED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"UNCLE I ASK YOU TO GO STRAIGHT. NOT TURN."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh here cannot turn is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"I ASKED YOU TO GO STRAIGHT. STRAIGHT. TURN BACK NOW."&lt;br /&gt;*he brakes and make a turn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing that lane wasn't used by many in the morning. Then remember how the uncle mentioned he knows the way to my office? That scum drove me up to the lane whereby it's a split towards the CTE and KJE then mutter..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Which one ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle I thought you know the route? Take KJE."&lt;br /&gt;"No.. I don't know that route."&lt;br /&gt;"Then you told me you knew? You were lying?"&lt;br /&gt;"No I wasn't. Let's take the CTE. That one I know."&lt;br /&gt;"But how long would it take to get to my office? This is a longer route you know and CTE is crowded at this timing."&lt;br /&gt;"No ah, I cannot tell you traffic condition. I used to drive evening shift one. Different"&lt;br /&gt;"But uncle usually you drive evening ok, how long does it takes you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Erm I cannot tell you one."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super wtf. By then I was fuming but not so much until the uncle rattles on and on about how lucky I am to meet him in the morning and whats not. I say, it's my start of an unfortunate day. :))))))))))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then make it a point to ask if he knows where's the nearest MRT ot my workplace. Yes yes was again the reply. When we passed Orchard (CTE AYE) he has the cheek to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"So I turn left or right ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle I thought you know where's the station is? I asked you so many times and everytime you know where it is now you don't know?"&lt;br /&gt;"Long time never come mah."&lt;br /&gt;"Then TELL ME MAH. EVERYTHING SAY YOU KNOW NOW YOU DON'T KNOW. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IS MY FARE NOW BECAUSE OF YOU?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached my company site it was already 8.15am and I was supposed to be at office by 8am (I'd have reached by 7.45 latest by another cab) and the fare? A whooping SGD$46.95. The costliest I ever took was $27.70 during peak hour and we took an extra round because it was my first time there and I was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uncle, I only got $30 cash. You want you take. If you don't want I can only pay you in nets but still I am not willing to pay the full cost. You told me you know the route. I will report you on this."&lt;br /&gt;"Aiye told you already mah I never anyhow drive traffic condition.."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, whatever. Take the nets"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA! Karma. The nets refused to work. So after spending another 15mins trying to make it work I told uncle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Uncle I seriously no time to waste with you here. Give me your acct number and I'll deposit to you. This is my mobile number."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay."&lt;/blockquote&gt;By mid-noon I've contacted comfort to discuss the matter with them and they mention that I should first discuss with the cab driver to decide if he's willing to settle on a reasonable cab fare before I decide whether to lodge a report or not. I then called the driver but he claims he's busy to talk to me and only called me around 6.30pm later. I told him that there's no way I'm gonna pay that $47 and he finally accepted my $30 offer. However the suayness doesn't end here. I went to draw money from the ATM and realized Comfort deducted the full fare from my acct! (DAMN) It's double suayness because 1)POSB can't stop the transaction, 2) the earliest I can get Comfort Bill dept would be on Tuesday since Monday = PH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that my lunch kakis were either absent or busy at work on that day? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news came in when I checked my acct on Sat and my money's back. Must be a rejected transaction. :)Currently enjoying my holiday. Heh. Isn't my company nice to let us off on a Monday when everyone's either getting a credit leave or nothing at all? :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-8030155281394595148?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8030155281394595148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8030155281394595148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2009/10/long-weekends-finally-here.html' title='long weekend'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-1224148109406512467</id><published>2009-10-10T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T19:25:17.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing for sometime now, not blogging or getting out to hang out. My hectic schedule been crazy and yes it doesn't help that I much prefer to stay home and do some cleaning when it's time to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been out for a movie!!!! Nor a decent meal date with my favorite people! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me do a not-so-brief update here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started on a new job, a ft one that puts me on a contract for 3 months and if I perform well, I may get converted to a perm staff. I pretty much like this company and yes, I like to know that I am actually doing something about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this week, I've lost 2 students which is a good thing as they are often the ones who cancel lessons at realm and it really sucks having students like this. I mean c'on, you call this learning? I am trying to work out a solution with this another student whose mother wanted me to go but the kid wanted me to stay. Not like I can commit really, for my timing are unpredictable considering that I find it guilty to leave work for my colleague to finish. I'm supposed to be the assistant and finishing it! Not let her continue and do OT you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having a lesson with this student tomorrow and I hope to persuade him to give other tutors a try especially since it's someone I know who is responsible and nice. That would really proves to be a better solution than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes well, I'd only be left with my favorite sec 5 whose tuition will probably end next month or this once the O's are over and this P2 girl who I'll bee seeing for every Monday and Wednesday. She's pretty nice and lives near to my place. I'll see how it goes. I really don't want too many committments since I'm not cashing on tuition to be my main income now and I wish to place more priority on my main job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1224148109406512467?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1224148109406512467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1224148109406512467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-4225714740622577663</id><published>2009-10-06T03:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T03:23:24.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Direction</title><content type='html'>... and so I am making a decision. Rather, I made a decision. Talked to people and thought it over, spoke to mom and got it clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quitting and embarking on something new. A new direction. I'm afraid to stay stagnant and the feeling of not being useful but I guess the break is very much welcome after the long battle with time and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those who listened and stood by me. For understanding and not putting more pressure or stress on me unwittingly by forcing your ideas on me, regardless of what differences we have in our views. No thanks to those who tried to forced their ideas on me and driving my insomnia longer than I thought. I get you, but I really need you with me, understanding me  and all.. from my point of view. It's all very difficult for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've began doing what I should do and yes, I'm going to an interview tomorrow! I hope all bodes well for me so life can start sailing smooth for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-4225714740622577663?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4225714740622577663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4225714740622577663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2009/10/new-direction.html' title='A New Direction'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5813114698269111526</id><published>2009-09-25T09:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:18:43.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring lecture</title><content type='html'>I'm back to this familiar space where I've written down feelings and thoughts in lonely nights and happy days alike. I never stay long at one place, but here it is. This url looks sets to stay with the absence of maybe, 1/4 of the year when I'm bored and needed a break from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, let me do a update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now attending lectures and let's just say I'm floating around. The lecturer looks like some evil colonel (just kidding) for he wouldn't zoom in the screen when we can't see from the back and hello? it looks like your kids from the front row can't see very well too.  Maybe we should all camp at your table. That'd be very nice indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, he rattled on and on about calculations when half or 3/4 of the class.. or maybe all, have no idea what he's talking. He mentioned he will be uploading it onto the portal but till today I don't see it. Helloooo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pissed is one word to describe. I'm feeling sleepy and that's not helping very much. Had a heavy breakfast this morning, seaweed chicken on stick w teriyaki burger. Okay that's not healthy and I do feel I'm having puberty all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I can stay awake now. Poof!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5813114698269111526?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5813114698269111526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5813114698269111526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2009/09/boring-lecture.html' title='Boring lecture'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-3848130408552682207</id><published>2009-01-17T04:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T04:06:45.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand new year; same old story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As much as we all like to act denial once in a while, things always happen so you’ll get reminded of them. I can’t imagine after all these years, I still remember your phone number, birthday by heart and there’s not a year when I’d not send you birthday wishes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thing is, I don’t know why I’m doing this. When you’re a total jerk from the one I knew and understand back then. Maybe we never really know each other and maybe, I was the one being such a asshole in the first place but hey, it was a struggle for me too. I’ve always wondered what’d happen if I wasn’t so bothered then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t know what to say, how to communicate to you anymore. It’s like we’ve totally lost all links. When one of my poly mates says that we ought to lament about the past before it’s too late and remember all the memories that we commonly hold before it was forgotten; i wonder if it was the case for you and me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Notice I didn’t use the word “us”? I don’t even know if you still remember me or ever taken me seriously. If possible, I would tell you everything about all these years but no, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t be bothered. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Somehow there’s always something ringing inside telling me I was wrong to assume and yet it’s just the way it is. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gosh, I need a break.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-3848130408552682207?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3848130408552682207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3848130408552682207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2009/01/brand-new-year-same-old-story.html' title='Brand new year; same old story.'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-7273673270927610218</id><published>2008-12-26T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T02:15:37.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry xmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This year Xmas was great. Nothing fancy actually, just&amp;#160; dinner with the favorite girls on the eve and the whole evening with mom at the salon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I had a rebond! lol!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mom and I are obsessed with the 9pm show and while we’re watching the show with our dinner at the kopitiam, i casually brought up the topic of dad and how we’ll celebrate his birthday on christmas instead of his actual birth date and how everybody have their round, old-fashioned cake and he’d have nothing short of a christmas log cake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It took me some courage to speak up because i really wanted to know how mom feels about dad now even though i know reunion is impossible. We all know having him back in our lives is not a good idea but our heart too sank whenever news of him is brought up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s like, you want it but you know you can’t have it, no matter the reasons.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Christmas always make my heart sank because I’ll be missing him but every year it gets better. Especially this year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I wish for more time to spend with mom. really :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-7273673270927610218?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7273673270927610218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7273673270927610218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-xmas.html' title='merry xmas'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5031277664746457732</id><published>2008-12-21T05:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T05:53:10.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>revelation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I haven’t got any idea why I’ve been dreaming in my sleep lately. It’s been sometime since I dreamt what I’ll call a full episode dream and it’s been all happy, heartwarming in the dreams. Unlike any other in my old place but I guess we all know the reasons.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s really late now and I ought to be turning in but its not working out. Not tonight the least to say. I’ve been reading and turning the cards these 2 nights and it kinda taught me to keep the temperature down a little, up the patient factor and perhaps that’s the reason for the happy dreams.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t know what’s worst; knowing your flaws or knowing you can do it but apparently, you’re not fulfilling it well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This aside, I’m really apologetic towards the 2 birthday invitations that I’m unable to join in for. 1 month is a really short period of time and I need to utilize them to the fullest with all the project, school, preparation work going on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Exasperating, isn’t it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;One welcome revelation tonight. I finally admitted and bow to the fact that I can’t give up easily. Be it a idea, an conviction, person or impressions. A merit and a flaw. Both. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;“But I don’t wanna give up!”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;“You don’t have to my lady, for the day will come when you’ll welcome the break to face the new world you’ve been resisting for weak reasons.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;“and what do that mean?”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;“It means, my dear, that people give up at some point or another in their lives, willingly or not. You may feel sad, empty and even depressed over the loss but no one can be sad forever and you’ll pick yourself up and realize how beautiful the world’s really are. Leave your soul free, your shells untouched and then you’ll feel the wind calling you by their howlin’.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5031277664746457732?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5031277664746457732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5031277664746457732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/12/revelation.html' title='revelation.'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5397816107395528669</id><published>2008-12-15T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:01:11.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays.. NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s the 3 weeks holiday now but it doesn’t really seems like holiday due to the work we have to finish. Work aside, the past 2 days have been pretty much termed as “family day”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We went grocery shopping, had home-cooked meals, played video games together and screaming at each other(in a fun way) when we lost and smiled so much we forgotten all the past grudges.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s so easy to be happy sometimes. It doesn’t even have to be planned or anything. Just simple words and gestures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Work will resume tomorrow with us visiting the office to get some answers to the questions we have in mind and hopefully, the correct data will be given as promised by wednesday so we can hurry things up from there. Things have been dragging on and the timeline doesn’t seems to help when people are willing to go shopping on the day before they’re supposed to pass on the data and then msg to say that there’s lots to do and it hasn’t been done yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don’t really know what to say.. You can’t get angry because people doesn’t understand what you’re angry about and thinks you’re the one with a problem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes I think I should really just give up and stop trying so hard to keep us on track. What’s the point?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5397816107395528669?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5397816107395528669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5397816107395528669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-not_15.html' title='holidays.. NOT!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-739365763508537764</id><published>2008-12-14T23:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:59:17.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays.. NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s the 3 weeks holiday now but it doesn’t really seems like holiday due to the work we have to finish. Work aside, the past 2 days have been pretty much termed as “family day”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We went grocery shopping, had home-cooked meals, played video games together and screaming at each other(in a fun way) when we lost and smiled so much we forgotten all the past grudges.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s so easy to be happy sometimes. It doesn’t even have to be planned or anything. Just simple words and gestures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Work will resume tomorrow with us visiting the office to get some answers to the questions we have in mind and hopefully, the correct data will be given as promised by wednesday so we can hurry things up from there. Things have been dragging on and the timeline doesn’t seems to help when people are willing to go shopping on the day before they’re supposed to pass on the data and then msg to say that there’s lots to do and it hasn’t been done yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Don’t really know what to say.. You can’t get angry because people doesn’t understand what you’re angry about and thinks you’re the one with a problem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sometimes I think I should really just give up and stop trying so hard to keep us on track. What’s the point?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-739365763508537764?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/739365763508537764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/739365763508537764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-not.html' title='holidays.. NOT!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-8714439521809710696</id><published>2008-12-07T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:13:51.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I typed a whole 2000 words of essay about how I felt and I deleted it off. You know what? I thought I was complicated and perhaps mentally unsound but really I think I just need a little space to be myself. You are my friend but I am not your clone. I may be similar to you at times but majority of the time I have my own thinking. I know I don’t like something that’s why I’m not going for it.I know I’m not you that’s why I don’t like it&amp;#160; no matter how I try.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But why are you forcing me to like things I don’t like, hear things I can’t stand and then just because I’m different you’re having some opinions about it?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve been thinking about how some friends are always there and how some are never there and then it dawn onto me that it’s because some friends accepted you for who you are and some they simply wants to convert you into their clone or ‘one of them’ which you’re probably not like.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Really, I just want to be simple and be someone I can accept myself for who I am and not so desperately trying to be someone you perceived to be. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I think that’s the biggest obstacle between our friendship.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Signing off,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hope.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-8714439521809710696?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8714439521809710696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8714439521809710696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/12/story.html' title='The Story'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5655032441801351449</id><published>2008-12-05T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T01:54:04.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixture of feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;When the most favorite class and the least favorite teacher comes together, you get me who’s pulling on a bored look during presentation and going crazy from laughing at stupid videos on YouTube.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wore an old McDonalds’ boot in the laboratory today because I've forgotten about lab today and wore a slipper to school. It was fun actually but it was really heavy too and stuffy for the feet. Charles and I were the only ones wearing it and he was in bermuda so it looked like he’s a fishmonger or some sort of vendor that we can’t stop laughing at.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh and did I mention that one of the classmate sprayed like a fountain and spit his water on me because he was listening to the teacher and apparently so amused by her? I don’t really know what he was amused by though and yes, I’m a little irritated in class this afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don’t wanna make a fuss out of it but if you don’t bother doing it, don’t give your words and end up wasting everybody’s time. What’s up with the attitude after that?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Sometimes I really can’t be bothered but at times too irritated. They just doesn’t seems to know how to assume some basic responsibilities and it sucks because on one hand you’re a friend and you’re trying to be nice but on the other, they just don’t care do they? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A sad news stopped all the anger inside though. But I’m not gonna blog about it here. Those in my friends list under the LJ blog will be able to view it. Right now I’m maintaining 2 blogs because one, it’s convenient with blogspot since I’m using a writer program and two, I really like LJ despite the fact that sometimes it doesn’t load as well as it should.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Right now I’m actually cramming for tomorrow’s econs test and i’m kinda worried. I’m hoping I’d do so much better than the previous 2 tests so it can pull up the grades significantly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve lost and I’ve learned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the sorrows all too real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when life seems to be an adventure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it may turned and flipped like an roller coaster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when the time comes take my words and then be sure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all these will one day be over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when time heals the wound &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and music replaces the silent&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you’ll know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5655032441801351449?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5655032441801351449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5655032441801351449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/12/mixture-of-feelings.html' title='mixture of feelings.'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-8927010185194344522</id><published>2008-12-02T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T14:29:12.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Under 5 Billion Metres.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*It's ironic how I always manage to fill in the blanks here better than the one in livejournal. It almost feels like there's magic in here to make me blog naturally.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling really down and nothing seems to sooth the flow of anger, of whatever negative feelings inside. I don't think I'm ever good at describing these feelings. All I know is, I need a positive boost so that I can feel a little more confident, a little more happier and maybe just a little less sorry about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's when the self-esteem kicks in with a series of event that totally or at least partially cracks the ideal picture I had in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I help people I expect them to be serious about helping themselves. But at least the ones that are making me cross that extra step. I gave the benefit of doubt but nothing seems to make them willing to work it out. I don't know what one would say about this, but I'm disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm even more disappointed when people lie to me. I mean, I know people lies. Nobody keeps to the  no lying mantra but what's that about frequently coming up with a tale that's so much more taller than the big giant? Big foot would probably be crushed to death by this tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up. I am on this verge that I feel nothing's worth it and even myself I feel very little worth in. I am angry, unhappy, grumpy and the switches are gonna blow off any moment in this sick body shell of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody save me please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-8927010185194344522?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8927010185194344522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8927010185194344522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/12/down-under-5-billion-metres.html' title='Down Under 5 Billion Metres.'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-1824201279682496755</id><published>2008-12-02T13:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:45:31.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm demoralized. Like totally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1824201279682496755?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1824201279682496755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1824201279682496755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-demoralized.html' title=''/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-8745224127413687650</id><published>2008-04-03T20:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:35:24.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relocated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Have relocated to &lt;a href="http://crazyshoots.livejournal.com"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;.....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PERMANENTLY.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you're a LJ-er, add me as a friend. If not you might not be able to see some posts.. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-8745224127413687650?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8745224127413687650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8745224127413687650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/04/relocated.html' title='Relocated.'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-9189810601891651609</id><published>2008-04-02T03:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T03:00:51.648+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quiz'/><title type='text'>The 'Metamorphosis' Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/ignorantauthor/R_KGWrKRAII/AAAAAAAAAEg/SFnJshVqKzA/image%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="232" alt="image" src="http://lh6.google.com/ignorantauthor/R_KGYrKRAJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/YCIKnQJYdNI/image_thumb%5B1%5D.png" width="563" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Took the test from Yi's blog. I'm Xiao Qian, what about you? Take the quiz &lt;a href="http://8.mediacorptv.sg/metamorphosis/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-9189810601891651609?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/9189810601891651609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/9189810601891651609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/04/personality-test.html' title='The &amp;#39;Metamorphosis&amp;#39; Personality Test'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-3007254949513126198</id><published>2008-03-30T06:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T09:21:43.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>hmm..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am drinking green tea, eating beehoon.. but my drink taste like carlsberg. -.-&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-3007254949513126198?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3007254949513126198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3007254949513126198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/fuckup.html' title='hmm..'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-2362904162142665487</id><published>2008-03-29T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T16:33:30.845+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>10 reasons to hate brothers- &amp; why they hate their sistas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;&lt;u&gt;10 REASONS TO HATE BROTHERS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;They never pee straight into the cubicle/or they never flushes the damn toilet bowl.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;They are lazy with laundry, even when its ALREADY inside the washing machine. (can't they just pour the damn detergent and press start!?)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;They never washes the bowls. The bowls = one of the poor sistas' jobs.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;They are never initiative. Except when its time to play games/watch tv/sleep/pee.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;They have lower threshold of tolerance than they think. At least so when girls 'talk' about the above reasons.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;They love food, but they love to criticise it too.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;If your room is messy, don't wait for help in tidying it up. They'll help you to mess it up further without your request.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Their shoes smells. Period!&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;They hate advices. They love to say &amp;quot;I don't need you to teach me what to do..&amp;quot; BUT THEY NEVER DO.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;They're never consistent with the allowance. Heh!&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;10 REASONS WHY THEY HATE THEIR SISTAS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;The sista talk, then nag and finally paste up a post-it in the toilet where they can see with the words &amp;quot;FLUSH THE TOILET! :(&amp;quot; and their gf saw it.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The dirty laundry inside the washing machine which they were too lazy to pour detergent and press start was taken out and thrown back into the dirty laundry basket.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The sista washes the bowls, once.. twice... thrice and finally quit washing it altogether. He had no choice but to wash it if he wants to EAT something with that bowl.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The sistas are never initiative.. when it comes to giving them food/games to play/tv to watch.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The sistas have higher tolerance level. They're still 'reasoning' when they're nagging. It's still LOGICAL and REASONABLE.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;The sistas never cooks again after the brother criticise. (TOO BAD.)&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Sista request brother not to leave anymore things in the room as it is messy enough. Brother refuse to heed, sista refuse to let him enter.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Sista spray air sanitiser on the damn shoes and socks.. and sometimes he wonder why his leg is itchy. LOL!&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Sistas love giving advices. Maybe not advices, suggestions a better word. No matter how the brothers hates it.&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Sistas are forever like moms. On the dot with allowance. :))&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-2362904162142665487?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/2362904162142665487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/2362904162142665487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/10-reasons-to-hate-brothers-why-they.html' title='10 reasons to hate brothers- &amp;amp; why they hate their sistas!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-178632894354181328</id><published>2008-03-29T05:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T05:14:58.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>5am in the morning..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's 5am in the morning and I'm still awake. Yeah I know that I should probably get to sleep since I'm waking up at 8 to prepare to get to work(and perhaps grab some delicious food for the first meal!) but I've been.. I don't know, thinking.. and mom's not home since she's overseas and perhaps I misses her constant naggings that I can't get to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not that I'm a total mummy's girl or something but mom's been unhappy in the recent period of time and we've been talking more than usual and I'm more open up to her now. The fact that the people she's travelling with aint really nice souls are not putting my mind to ease! A good thing that she at least know us enough to give us a call everyday..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;oh and time to get to sleep. goodnight peeps! May everyone dream of me tonight! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-178632894354181328?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/178632894354181328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/178632894354181328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/5am-in-morning.html' title='5am in the morning..'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5680254794346725635</id><published>2008-03-29T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:54:59.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily-s'/><title type='text'>SBG Photo updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Update on pictures.. These are my favorites :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="382" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn307/charpscreations_/CIMG0279_resize.jpg" width="507" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px" height="389" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn307/charpscreations_/CIMG0276_resize.jpg" width="508" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="391" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn307/charpscreations_/CIMG0389_resize.jpg?t=1206722311" width="507" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="393" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn307/charpscreations_/CIMG0302_resize.jpg" width="509" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="385" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn307/charpscreations_/CIMG0407_resize.jpg?t=1206722300" width="509" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn307/charpscreations_/CIMG0427_resize.jpg?t=1206721821"&gt;&lt;img height="388" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn307/charpscreations_/CIMG0427_resize.jpg?t=1206721821" width="507" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="485" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn307/charpscreations_/CIMG0470_resize.jpg" width="372" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="484" src="http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn307/charpscreations_/CIMG0409_resize.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5680254794346725635?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5680254794346725635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5680254794346725635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/sbg-photo-updates.html' title='SBG Photo updates'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-560978705120683082</id><published>2008-03-28T03:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T03:35:01.885+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily-s'/><title type='text'>Singapore Botanic Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="698" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3288/2366358959_38889a7039_o.jpg" width="527" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A visit to the Singapore Botanic Garden today turns out to be a fruitful day of snapshots, dog-flirting and lame jokes. Am trying to upload the better pictures up here but my Adobe's trial is over!! :(&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Currently using Corel Painter, massive memory-hogging software. Everything also not enough memory to perform I tell you which is making me.. sleepy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is the Tanglin entrance of SBG. The color tones are different and I kind of altered them to eh become what I'd like them to be but which can &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;never appear in real life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; since my father is not surnamed Lee, with prominent background or sorta.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;More pictures and stories on the way..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-560978705120683082?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/560978705120683082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/560978705120683082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/singapore-botanic-garden.html' title='Singapore Botanic Garden'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-964154937521600796</id><published>2008-03-26T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:29:36.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARRRG'/><title type='text'>the story about the irritating big whiner..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In case you're not sure you're doing this to me..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;DUDE, YOU'RE TESTING MY PATIENCE.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Stop talking craps to me and stop whining like a baby coz you're fucking irritating. Not just irritating. Fucking irritating. Why do I need to repeat my words like the 4th times and you're nagging at me for the 5th time?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and dude, i don't really fucking care about you.. so FUCK OFF NOW.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*BLOCKED from msn.*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-964154937521600796?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/964154937521600796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/964154937521600796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-about-irritating-big-whiner.html' title='the story about the irritating big whiner..'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-7456995258758834490</id><published>2008-03-26T05:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T05:25:36.448+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>静静的..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a meme kobed from a friend's blog. The thing is to describe how you'd love a person/animal/thing and you can describe it as 1st/2nd/3rd party. You can make it as fun/loving/romantic/crazy/ridiculous as you want it to be. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Remember, there's no rules for expression! :) Anyone who is free just do it la. Say no rule liao still want me pass meme on..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;静静的把你放在视线中央 &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;静静的听你苦诉着每一天&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;静静的夜晚想起你的一切 就在那静静的夜里傻笑..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;就算有一天你..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;静静的离开我的视线&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;静静的身影有了冷漠&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;静静的夜让我想起你与她.. 让那静静的夜有了悲伤..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;我依然会静静的想起你, 祝福你.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;直到我静静的懂得放下你..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-7456995258758834490?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7456995258758834490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7456995258758834490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='静静的..'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-6491415984759459766</id><published>2008-03-25T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T18:35:15.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>La Pizzaiola</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_II8xB8Ke_u4/Rw4o8x4V9TI/AAAAAAAAEJw/c1sVszobZ9k/s400/Slice.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I may be on a tight budget now, which is really a frantic attempt to stop myself from overspending.. but hey! It doesn't kills the tastebud or the urge to try out good food! Especially when prices beats pastamania and have real good reviews. So here comes the question...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyone fancy a lunch/dinner at La Pizzaiola?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Take a look at the menu &lt;a href="http://www.lapizzaiola.com.sg/special.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Picture credits to &lt;a href="http://www.ieatishootipost.blogspot.com"&gt;www.ieatishootipost.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-6491415984759459766?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6491415984759459766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6491415984759459766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-pizzaiola.html' title='La Pizzaiola'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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/_II8xB8Ke_u4/Rw4o8x4V9TI/AAAAAAAAEJw/c1sVszobZ9k/s72-c/Slice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31696206.post-3210877735407328589</id><published>2008-03-25T03:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T03:15:21.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARRRG'/><title type='text'>Craps.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It is hard for me to blog this out, for I am not the person to talk about feelings and expressions. Perhaps I am one who can't even convinces myself sometimes so to talk about true feelings and expressions, its even harder for me to judge if im lying or telling the truth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thats why I prefer to keep it under wraps and keep it hidden.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Keeping it under wraps isnt a difficult thing to do.. trying to make it work is. If I dont want anyone to know and i dont care, I could just tell the person and say &amp;quot;see, i don think you're the priviledged one to know how i feels so fuck off.&amp;quot; but you know something they call relationships? To avoid this fragile invisible string from breaking (which exists in families, friends and even strangers) you've got to put on a smiley-face approach which makes me tired so people wont bug you further and irritates you which makes you have to go thru another round of smiley face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All i want to say is, I am really taking you as a really good friend thats why I'm bothering to get a day out with you. If you're always rushing for time when we have to get out, i'd rather we not get out. If you're always not available, then I'll stop trying. If you're slotting me in between spaces of your fun time, then I won't want to get out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I know that sounds bad, but bad is not the word to describe when you mention that dinner should be quick because well.. you're rushing for time. Despite me setting a date with you two weeks earlier so you have nothing on. The word that can replace bad is the word &amp;quot;sad&amp;quot; and despite me trying to be nice and everything I don't think I can tolerate being so and thats why I'm blogging it out here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don't know if you're reading this or what you will think of me after reading this. Honestly I won't say I don't care, because I do, but rather at the moment I want to put me above you. Above everyone else. I'm sicked of being the nice happy charps who laugh everything off because I don't really feel like laughing them off but rather fight them off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Friends, friends, friends. Blardy friends. If I have a wish I'd wish for myself to wake up to my fucking sense and stop being such a 'forgiving, unpetty and happy-go-lucky' person as a buddy describes. Because, the forgiving,unpetty and happy-go-lucky me is having a latrine built on top of my head and everyone's pulling them shit off me! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;BASTARDS.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and yes, I'm feeling so damn crappy now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-3210877735407328589?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3210877735407328589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3210877735407328589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/craps.html' title='Craps.'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-451731067310072036</id><published>2008-03-24T02:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:13:53.390+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARRRG'/><title type='text'>Upset.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="219" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2310/1543731942_7fbbae2fe9.jpg?v=0" width="221" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chipmunk tagged and asked why I seldom blog about my feelings down here. It's not that I don't blog, I do.. but maybe I just try to keep it at the back of my head and not try to put them up here.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But now, I'm really upset. Very. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don't know what to say and I don't think I want to say anything so don't ask me anything. People who are irrelevant stay out and mind your own business before you get a lashing from me just because you're trying to act smart alec and because I don't bloody hell wants to have your goddamn 'smarty' input or downright stupid ideas now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-451731067310072036?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/451731067310072036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/451731067310072036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/upset.html' title='Upset.'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-1377572609561721220</id><published>2008-03-23T19:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:33:49.361+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily-s'/><title type='text'>The job interview</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went for my interview today and boss briefed me about what my job scope would be and was even nice enough to give me a ride to TPY so I could take a train home(ok, he was on his way to meet gf around that area so..lol!) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I don't really know what my position should be. Secretary? Personal Assistant or admin? But since I'm doing the work as his previous secretary is doing I supposed I'm a part-time-mode secretary. Heh. Very nice guy and yea, I consider my pay decent enough though no one would refuse a pay rise..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Was doing a little art and craft at home for my new 'notice board' but once again I've proven myself a remarkable artwork retard who can do nothing except sketch a screwdriver blardy well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And why a screw-driver!? I think you've got to ask the screw driver that I was sketching.. maybe it has some magic powers. lol! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I used commandstrip for the pasting of board onto my wall so it'll be easier to remove in future. The instruction on the use of commandstrip wrote:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;Pull the perfomator off till it SNAPS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I tried to do it gently but it wouldn't snap.. so I used a little more force and.. it SNAPS! OH WOW! IT SNAPS INTO TWO!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;.......&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and that explains why my notice board is damn ugly. I should've pasted a dark piece of paper behind or something..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1377572609561721220?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1377572609561721220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1377572609561721220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/job-interview.html' title='The job interview'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-1669711583950145584</id><published>2008-03-22T14:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:14:25.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Let the mind wander.. if the body can't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1264/583364870_b44d686fbf.jpg?v=0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wandering is not easy, but not wandering is harder. So I guess it sums up what I'm thinking now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1669711583950145584?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1669711583950145584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1669711583950145584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-mind-wander-if-body-can.html' title='Let the mind wander.. if the body can&amp;#39;t.'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-8996966297699482696</id><published>2008-03-21T17:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T17:43:05.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Commercial: Blockbuster MOUSE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:d4cd0ec2-3cca-4d54-b4ec-dacaba93741d" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; width: 577px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed width="577" height="470" src="http://www.spike.com/efp" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="flvbaseclip=2819648&amp;"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.spike.com/video/2819648"&gt;Mouse - Blockbuster&lt;/a&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/31696206-8996966297699482696?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8996966297699482696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8996966297699482696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/commercial-blockbuster-mouse.html' title='Commercial: Blockbuster MOUSE!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-2705962728954496175</id><published>2008-03-21T16:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:02:26.199+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Out of Ordinary'/><title type='text'>Everyone wants to know the final outcome.. me too :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2310/2348688603_0217e89563.jpg?v=0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Everyone is always interested in the final outcome. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No matter what they say about the process, the final outcome is just important. When people say they didn't mind losing a game because the experience is all that matters, learning something is all they needed, their final outcome wasn't on the game itself, but their life. So their life is the final outcome and it does matters.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok, I don't know if anyone catch what I'm trying to say but let's say I was writing down notes while doing a reading using the tarot cards for myself and it's freaking true this time round.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The first few times might be a blooper or a coincidence (ahyi says mine was quite accurate but i dont know!) and this is the one that makes me feel like.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok, this is real. This is really... real.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;I was asking whether to accept the new job offered. I'll just do a brief summarization.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;The cards indicate me as a person who is like. encyclopedia. Would give people 'facts' instead of sympathetic words during their depressed period cause I don't believe in coaxing people to make them feels better (you're only confusing them with the facts in my opinion but thats another story.) and thats true.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;It also listed my fears and hopes and what I've always wanted to attain. The most freaky thing is that I realized I've got a card over and over again in one particular stage where it is about what I wants to achieve/best can achieve and its a positive card :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;I was in this dilemma because I didn't know what could be worst, to get a job and gets tied up with work, missing out on life &lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt; to reject the job and get tied up with financial difficulties. The card gave me this interpreted answer: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do not be afraid to move because you're scared of being hurt (no matter which I choose) because it's gonna hurt most if you don't move and you won't advance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;and yet, the final outcome, the card that I got for it is the hardest to interpret (commented by experienced tarot readers)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;**P.S: I really think there's a guardian angel or spirit around me or when I'm using the deck of cards. Okay, I might sound crazy but when I did a little prayer and start askin' for help there's this &lt;em&gt;tinglin' , fuzzy&lt;/em&gt; feelings inside me and being the target for real weird happenings in my old home and the 'hostage' in a long long time ago incident, I think its not hard to believe at all.. that there's truly angels, spirits protecting us&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-2705962728954496175?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/2705962728954496175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/2705962728954496175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/everyone-wants-to-know-final-outcome-me.html' title='Everyone wants to know the final outcome.. me too :('/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5149305690845278925</id><published>2008-03-20T07:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T07:17:33.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Articles'/><title type='text'>Interesting findings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newscientist.com/article/dn13497-why-men-should-pair-off-with-younger-women.html"&gt;Why Men Should Pair Off With Younger Women.&lt;/a&gt; Scroll down to the comments and see how people are able to use 'science' to describe why this is happening, before someone started a 'whoreeee of topic'&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Anyway, if you believe this study, then the only conclusion you can reach is that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BOTH&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the men and the women are whores&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailycognition.com/index.php/2008/03/05/7-unluckiest-people-in-the-world.html"&gt;7 Unluckiest People In The World.&lt;/a&gt; They say a person's name affects his future so I'm not giving them any of these 7 names! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and &lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20080320/tts-health-science-technology-water-un-c1b2fc3.html"&gt;by 2025 we're going to have problem finding safe water&lt;/a&gt; to drink so conserve water. In fact I think it might be a better idea for our government to start getting us to practise the 'way of life' in some countries.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theanswerbank.co.uk/Article480.html"&gt;What Happens When You Drink Your Own Urine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Remember to drink your urine every morning. Guranteed to boost great health and conserves water, unless you're a diabetic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="610" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="608"&gt;         &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80" size="5"&gt;&amp;quot;Ways of using AUT&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#99c9fd"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Drinking:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Morning urine is best. Take the middle stream. You can start with a few drops, building up to one glass a day. Good as a tonic, as a preventive and in minor illnesses.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Fasting:&lt;/font&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Drink all the urine you pass, except for the evenings&amp;#8212;otherwise you won&amp;#8217;t get any sleep. You can also take some extra water. The urine will quickly change its taste into almost neutral. Fasting on urine and water cleanses the blood. Toxins are removed through liver, skin and exhalation.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Gargle:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Gargling with urine works wonders when having a throat-ache. Also good for toothache and generally when having a cold.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Enemas:&lt;/font&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Urine enemas work very well in cleansing the colon and in providing a direct immune stimulant.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Vaginal douche:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Helpful in cases such as yeast problems, white discharge, etc.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Ear and eye drops:&lt;/font&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;For ear infections, conjunctivitis, glaucoma. For the eyes, dilute the urine with some water.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Sniffing urine/Neti:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;Sinusitis and other nose problems. Very good preventive for colds and to clean the subtlechannels in the head.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;External application&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Massaging/rubbing:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; You can use either fresh or old urine. Old urine (4 to 8 days) is &lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;generally more effective, but it has a pungent odour&lt;/font&gt;. Massaging the whole body is an important complementary treatment when fasting. It nourishes the body through the skin and helps against increased heartbeat.            &lt;br /&gt;You can leave the urine on or wash it off after an hour or so, just with water or with a mild, natural soap. Fresh urine as an after-shave gives you a beautiful soft skin. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;It is also helpful in all kinds of skin problems such as itching, sunburns, eczema, psoriasis and acne.Gentle rubbing of urine into acupressure points (for example, on the ears) is useful when reactions are otherwise too strong accompanied by heavy allergic reaction.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Foot baths:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Any skin and nail problems of the feet (athlete&amp;#8217;s foot and ringworm)            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Compress:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; When rubbing is not appropriate, this is another way of applying urine on the skin.            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;Hair and scalp massage:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Renders the hair soft and clean. Sometimes stimulates new hair growth.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5149305690845278925?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5149305690845278925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5149305690845278925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/interesting-findings.html' title='Interesting findings..'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5154399197420832304</id><published>2008-03-20T06:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T06:20:26.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARRRG'/><title type='text'>Common FAQ for sprees' WHINERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="wlWriterSmartContent" id="scid:0767317B-992E-4b12-91E0-4F059A8CECA8:8e38294d-dd7c-4af9-a284-da52f0eb9c4e" style="padding-right: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; float: none; padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-top: 0px"&gt;Technorati Tags: &lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tags/" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Wow! We finally closed our &lt;em&gt;less-than-2-days&lt;/em&gt; spree from threadless.com. Bonkey and I were aimming for the 15 tees benchmark but we ended up at 32 because of crazy threadless fans! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Like us!!! :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I got 5 tees and each comes down to SGD$15~$16 after shipping. We were unable to accept any more orders for this spree as we experienced shirts in cart being OOS due to delays in placing orders, even if the shirts were added to cart. Which is.. sigh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And I guess, these are the common found scenarios.. and the answers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;FAQ &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;1. I need time to ask my friends! To get their money and to place orders! Why do you close the spree so early!?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;Ans: Quoting from Dictionary.com, the meaning of a spree is termed as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&amp;quot;a period or outburst of extreme activity&amp;quot; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;which means that during this period of time everyone will be placing &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;ALOT&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;of orders especially during the quarter sales period when prices goes down. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;This also means items are going out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#f2f8fd"&gt;FAST&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;u&gt;we're not going to be responsible for it&lt;/u&gt;. What we can do is we'll notify you once the spree is open so you can quickly rush home, plan, ask your friends and place the order. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;There is a number we aim to reach and once it is reached, we will close the spree. When that time comes, we will notify you again because &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;we have to safeguard not only your interest, my interest but everyone's interest.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;2. But IT'S STILL EARLY! WHY ARE YOU SO&lt;em&gt; IRRESPONSIBLE&lt;/em&gt;? ITS ONLY 19 AND THE SPREE ENDS ON THE 23!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;Ans: Okay buddy, listen. There are people who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;paid and placed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; their orders and although they are added to cart, the tees can still be &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OOS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. So lets say you paid and your spree organizers decided because they want to give their friends time to think over.. at the expense of your items being OOS, how would you feel?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;I would strangle and kill those time-wasting bastards for sure. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;3. I've placed my order! But why isn't it included in the list?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;Ans: Because you haven't paid the money, arsehole. PERIOD! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;4. BUT I DON KNOW WHICH METHOD OF PAYMENT YOU RECEIVE! THATS WHY IM LATE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;Ans: Hi Mr/Ms Airhead, we accept transfer via the following bank. I hope you're singaporean because if you haven't heard of them, you ought to be shot in the head.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff80"&gt;DBS&lt;/font&gt;/&lt;font color="#ff00ff"&gt;POSB&lt;/font&gt;/&lt;font color="#80ff00"&gt;UOB&lt;/font&gt;/&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;OCBC&lt;/font&gt;/&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;Fairprice OCBC&lt;/font&gt;/&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#2cfcf1"&gt;Maybank&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;The following will be available soon..: Citibank.        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;5. Ok, so I have placed and paid my order. So?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;Ans: We will pm/sms you when orders is in and ready for collection. Being friends surely we have some kind of contacts.. and since you know where to find us, please do not PM/SMS every other day to check if it arrived. I have experience of wasting 10 to 20 smses on stupid question like this (see below)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;&amp;quot;Hi! HAVE MY SHIRT ARRIVE?!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;&amp;quot;Hi! HAVE MY SHIRT ARRIVE?!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;&amp;quot;Hi! HAVE MY SHIRT ARRIVE?!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;&amp;quot;Hi! HAVE MY SHIRT ARRIVE?!&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;.......&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;What, do you really think the items flew over on their own? and do you not know estimated arrival is just a.. ESTIMATION?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;6. Ok, the item have arrived.. so whats now?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;We will make arrangements to meet you for a lunch/dinner (or supper if you'd like) and let you collect the item while we're out having a nice meal. Please do not expect your poor friend, me, to run all the way to where you live and deliver it to your place. I'm not from UPSP/FedEX or Singpost. But let's say if you're really crippled in some way, please allow me to retain your items for you until one day I happen to drop by your area.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff2828"&gt;*note: This might take months&lt;strike&gt;, years or even &lt;strong&gt;decades&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/strike&gt;depending on your location. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;And these are the common FAQs. Probably noticed that I didn't touch on exchange rates? I normally quote a higher number and then refund all the remainings when the bank statement comes. So people, if we're not even earning a tip (or even few cents) from these sprees, pls stop WHINING and be considerate.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4f91d9"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5154399197420832304?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5154399197420832304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5154399197420832304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/common-faq-for-sprees-whiners.html' title='Common FAQ for sprees&amp;#39; WHINERS'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-4193596787560110808</id><published>2008-03-17T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:04:58.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Royce's Nama Original..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/ignorantauthor/R95rybntIFI/AAAAAAAAACo/x8XzQto9QEo/DSC01105%5B3%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="353" alt="DSC01105" src="http://lh6.google.com/ignorantauthor/R95rzrntIGI/AAAAAAAAACw/cHk1bhMf7zc/DSC01105_thumb%5B1%5D" width="465" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sweet-Sniffing Addiction. (oppose to Finger-Licking Good!)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-4193596787560110808?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4193596787560110808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4193596787560110808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/royce-nama-original.html' title='Royce&amp;#39;s Nama Original..'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-7674567429274577635</id><published>2008-03-17T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:47:42.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderwick! :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A mocha frappuncino and a salad is all that it needs to make it a good day, if it isn't so already. Baskin' in the evening sun I made my way towards home, walking as the sun shines down and made everything look so lovely. Like its almost impossible to miss it with its presence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And thats when I prayed a little in my heart, hoping good things will stay the way it is.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;An afternoon out with Chipmunk and Changi to watch &amp;quot;Spiderwick&amp;quot; at Cineleisure. We lunched at Pasta Mania which made all of us so bloated especially Chipmunk and I who had carbonara. I swearin' off carbonara at Pasta Mania next time round! The movie was great, exciting with adventures and great sound effect and graphics. If I have to discredit on anything, it'll be the ugly globlins.. but they're supposed to be ugly, ain't it? So its a really great show. 5 stars! Go watch it now! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;*and if you're waiting for spoilers, no.. I'm not giving any spoilers this time round. Heh!*&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;...or maybe I am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4d57db"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Quote of the day -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4d57db"&gt;&amp;quot;What happens if the book land into their hands?&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#4d57db"&gt;&amp;quot;You die, I die.. Bye bye.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We also managed to get to Kinokuniya (favourite of all time) and each of us got one deck of tarot cards home! I'm going to try my hands on the deck once I'm done with my frappuncino or this entry, whichever later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Till then. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-7674567429274577635?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7674567429274577635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7674567429274577635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/spiderwick.html' title='Spiderwick! :))'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-8281854012886398138</id><published>2008-03-16T17:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T17:01:48.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Job opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;God has a way of making things come true. Just when I'm sitting on my bed wondering how am i going to spend this remaining one month holidays, how am i going to earn some money for the savings and so many more, Candy calls me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Call me to ask about how many people to split the last day's sales with. Is it 10 or 11? Hmm.. apparantly in my impression there's only 10, but there is one name that i do not recongize so she's calling to check with other people..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I thought ok, that just disrupted my thought. Now to start thinking again. When the phone rangs and its from a different number. Thinking its her again, I picked up the phone and went &amp;quot;Hello!&amp;quot; only to get a shock when I hear a man voice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hello.. is this C?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;yes.. you are?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hi! I am xxxxxxxx! From XXXXXXX Insurance.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;*mind flashes a million images and reasons to find out why he is calling me. Then thought about the DPS form I got this morning from their company and concluded must be that insurance adviser..&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Ok.. so you're calling me for..?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh.. do you remember that I mentioned I will call you? One year back.. at the IT Show?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;*mind flashes images by again.. OH! He's that guy who got a hard disk from me and even passed me his name card after he gave me a good handshake!*&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh!! I remember you!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Ok so i was thinking remember I asked you about joining us? I have a part-time job so I was thinking if you wanna help me out.. (after he realizes I'm still too young. Hah!)&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and thats how I think I'll get a new job. If everything goes well! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-8281854012886398138?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8281854012886398138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8281854012886398138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-job-opportunity.html' title='New Job opportunity'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-3932271981663499191</id><published>2008-03-15T02:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T03:01:34.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Borrowed, Emily Giffin PT.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#e48eee"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;quot;Well, be patient with her. You'll never regret being a good friend.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#e48eee"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I consider this gemstone from my mother. One would be hard-pressed to disagree with it. In fact, it is the way I have lived my entire life. Avoidin regret at any cost. Being good no matter what. Good student. Good daughter. Good friend. And yet I am struck with the sudden realization that regret cuts two ways. I might also regret sarcrificing myself, my own desires, for Darcy's sake, in the name of friendship, in the name of being a good person. Why should I be the martyr here? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#e48eee"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..........I would be forced to live with &amp;quot;What if&amp;quot; forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I like this passage from the book I'm reading now, Something Borrowed by Emily Giffin. The way she describe things the way it is, its so close to my heart! I'm reading the book a little slower than usual, digesting one line after another more carefully than all my previous books. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-3932271981663499191?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3932271981663499191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3932271981663499191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-borrowed-emily-giffin-pt2.html' title='Something Borrowed, Emily Giffin PT.2'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-7889663822854960476</id><published>2008-03-15T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:14:42.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: Jerry's BBQ (Off Jalan Kayu Road)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/ignorantauthor/R9qkUbntH9I/AAAAAAAAABo/FHMVlsj8ndo/DSC01088%5B7%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="261" alt="DSC01088" src="http://lh4.google.com/ignorantauthor/R9qkVLntH-I/AAAAAAAAABw/ElG_cyGx81c/DSC01088_thumb%5B5%5D" width="333" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok, this is the picture for yesterday's fish n chips. I just needed to get this picture up so you peeps can judge if it's edible.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OF COURSE IT IS LA!!! Irritating sia you all! :P&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Since we're touching on the food topic, maybe I'll just update about what Addy and I had this afternoon. We made a trip down to Jalan Kayu (where once was my favourite hunt) and got into Jerry's BBQ near the oh-so-infamous-jalan-kayu-prata which tasted like crap and as expensive as President Bush's boots!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Thins that we ordered:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#00ffff"&gt;Grilled Chicken Chop with Colesaw and Mixed peanuts&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/ignorantauthor/R9qkWrntH_I/AAAAAAAAAB4/P1yu2lhqw6M/DSC01097%5B4%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="253" alt="DSC01097" src="http://lh4.google.com/ignorantauthor/R9qkXLntIAI/AAAAAAAAACA/Kg6UGTo7KVc/DSC01097_thumb%5B2%5D" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There were at least 3 types of nuts/beans inside, of which I only recongized two. One the common baked beans and the other the canned peanuts I'd love mom to put in the porridge. The chicken can be described in 3 words: Smooth, Succulent and Delicious. Colesaw was okay as well, not tasting like overdue vegs(example: KFC). It could have be better with baked potatoes or some pasta though, judging from the price of $15.95.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#00ffff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fried Mushroom (accompanied by mayo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/ignorantauthor/R9qkYrntIBI/AAAAAAAAACI/peWx0gQdLwQ/DSC01096%5B4%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="264" alt="DSC01096" src="http://lh3.google.com/ignorantauthor/R9qkZ7ntICI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D3J2GzKAiRw/DSC01096_thumb%5B2%5D" width="344" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is one dish to order if I get back to Jerry's! Whole mushroom covered with batter and fried to perfection. If possible, shove the whole mushroom into your mouth and bite into it. You can feel the splutter of juice in your mouth which tasted nothing short of sweet-smelling mushroom! The dish is for sale at $10.95, makes a great appetizer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#00ffff"&gt;The famous Jerry's Spicy Buffalo Wings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/ignorantauthor/R9qkbrntIDI/AAAAAAAAACY/6IIHe3WpGCY/DSC01095%5B3%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="266" alt="DSC01095" src="http://lh5.google.com/ignorantauthor/R9qkcbntIEI/AAAAAAAAACg/KQZkJ9IAO_M/DSC01095_thumb%5B1%5D" width="349" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok, this is good. The wings are crispy and the sauce..sour and hot. Maybe not so hot on the first bite but by the 2nd wing Addy and I was talking about this 'hot' feeling at our nostrils. There are 3 different levels to choose from, depending on which you're comfortable with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The least spicy - Smokey hot&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The middle class - Intensi-fire&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The hottest of the lot - Chef's Challenge!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We weren't so sure of chef's challenge but I figured we could handle Intensi-fire so we got that at $12.95 for half a dozen (6 wings) which is a lil pricey but worth it if you're craving for really nice wings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Final Verdict:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Food (Excellent, A.Average, Normal, Could be better, Crap) - A. Average&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Price (Bargain!, Cheap, Normal, A lil pricey, Very pricey) - A lil pricey (at least for students)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ambience: Makes you feel American, you won't feel like you're in singapore once you're inside unlesss......&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;you look out of the damn windows! :))&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-7889663822854960476?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7889663822854960476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7889663822854960476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/review-jerry-bbq-off-jalan-kayu-road.html' title='Review: Jerry&amp;#39;s BBQ (Off Jalan Kayu Road)'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-1304674901731589141</id><published>2008-03-13T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:57:10.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish N Chips Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just cooked fish and chips and I've created my own recipe which actually taste good! (despite the abit chaota exterior) It's also my first time frying a fish and handling with one in the kitchen..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/ignorantauthor/R9kkorntH7I/AAAAAAAAABU/VJfG2JvELCg/DSC01091%5B3%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="271" alt="DSC01091" src="http://lh4.google.com/ignorantauthor/R9kkpbntH8I/AAAAAAAAABg/eiDiRQNcfCM/DSC01091_thumb%5B1%5D" width="356" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ingredient: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;One cup of flour&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;One cup of water&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;1/2 teaspoon of salt&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;1/2 teaspoon of baking powder&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Garlic powder&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Italian herbs&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Pepper (grind)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ok first thing is to have the batter ready. You add the flour, water, 1/4 teaspoon of salt, baking powder into one bowl. mix it till its smooth. Set aside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Take out the fish, make sure its thawed and dry the body. Sprinkle the remainder of salt, garlic powder, italian herbs and pepper on both sides of both. Easy on the garlic powder unless you're really into it. Massage the damn fish. :D&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Pour oil into pan. The oil needs to covered half of the fish so it depends on how big your pan is. Let the oil boils and slowly set in the fish. Cover pan and rise the fire-o-meter. 5mins later your fish shld be done on one side and flip it to the other. Cover pan and rise fire-o-meter again!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If you've got leftover batter, you can pour it into the pan and cook it as well.. it tastes really good. Hah! Best served with home-served limeade and original chips! :DDD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There are still room for improvements, for example how I flip the fish over is totally :(((( and its amazing that by the time I got my fish out it looks like the picture about and not totally charred. I should really get mom to fry it one day sia..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1304674901731589141?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1304674901731589141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1304674901731589141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/fish-n-chips-experiment.html' title='Fish N Chips Experiment'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-1191735056929007586</id><published>2008-03-13T03:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T03:49:44.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is the period when everyone's worrying about their choice of unis and here I am blogging this away. I have to say and admit that I'm pretty envious of this all. That people were moving on and finally getting out on something better or worst but at the very least, moving on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I was telling a very close bud about how my mantra used to be doing things so we'll never regret. Leaving no room for regrets was one thing I've learnt from my dead grandfather, but also the one thing I think I failed terribly and incredulously at.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only, If only&lt;/em&gt; sounds like lyrics from my favorite song now. Playing a million times away on my player, ringing in my ears and lingering as shakespeares would in my mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There's really no room for regrets. It makes you turn back to reminiscne years that you've lost, things that you might have gotten and people you might have better contacts with. It makes you laugh, then quiets you down and finally sends you into a depression state full of &lt;em&gt;what-ifs&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;probablys&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am not moving on. I am not. I know it, but I am lying to myself that I'm moving on so I can lie to myself that I'm not so useless afterall. Somehow in the back of my mind something or someone is telling me that I am so afraid to move on because it spells changes for me. Not minor changes or environmental ones, but character wise.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am struggling to move on and to change which almost seems inevitable. One day I will lament about how successful I am in one field and how I failed terribly in another. I'm probably just a sore loser who can't take it or a free spirit who can't stand being tied down by strenduous formalities and superficials.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I might really become a tour guide someday, as my full-time occupation and that probably drives everyone I know to grave or at least send them rocking the graves out like bon jovi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1191735056929007586?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1191735056929007586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1191735056929007586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/not-moving-on.html' title='Not moving on'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-8873038722375503173</id><published>2008-03-12T17:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T17:15:26.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to where it started</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have decided to reopen this blog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There's not much of a reason or explanation to do, but rather I'd be keeping my all my really really private stuffs over there, locked up and banned from views. This way I'll be more willing to let people know of this blog and not feel as offended as I was when the link were spread to people I'm not ready to let into my personal life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;To start it off, maybe I can introduce a book to all of you. It's been one of my reads so far and since I have only gone through half of it, I will attach an excerpt from the book itself. If it interests you do grab a copy of it by adding it to your amazon cart or something. :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Title: Something Borrowed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Author: Emily Giffin&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Are you drunk?&amp;quot; His voice is a whisper in the dark.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; I say.Because you always say no when you're drunk. And even though I am, I have a lucid instant where I consider clearly what was missing in my twenties and what I wish to find in my thirties. It strikes me that, in a sense, I can have both on this momentous birthday night. Dex can be my secret, my last chance for a dark twenty-something chapter, and he can also be a prelude of sorts - a promise of someone like him to come. Darcy is in my mind, but somehow she is being pushed to the back, overwhelmed by a force stronger than our friendship and my own conscience. Dex moves over me. My eyes are closed, then open, then closed again.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;And then, somehow, I am having sex with my best friend's fianc&amp;#233;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-8873038722375503173?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8873038722375503173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8873038722375503173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-where-it-started.html' title='Back to where it started'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-7030652301619890853</id><published>2007-12-20T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T00:53:16.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, blogspot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hey peeps,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm ending this blog. Hmm, don't really see the need for explaining the reasons and everything. For those who knows my previous blog, you might want to check it out. The one that I had before this. If you didn't know of it, then perhaps I didn't want you to know.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Had thought it would be okay if people knows about this blog, but didnt really realize the people and things&amp;nbsp;it could involve. It's after so many cases that I realize I really do need to lock up some of my entries but that features seems difficult in blogger here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Which is one reason why I'm quitting it here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Have a merry christmas &amp;amp; a happy new year. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-7030652301619890853?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7030652301619890853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7030652301619890853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-blogspot.html' title='Goodbye, blogspot.'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-7881234815653393372</id><published>2007-12-19T01:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T01:59:30.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing the things I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Can anyone tell me why am I doing things that brings my hopes high up into the clouds and then dumping it onto the hard cold concrete despite knowing it all that the probabilities of anything happening in that scenerio is closer to the estimation of 0.000000000000000000000000000000000000000001?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It seems like I love doing things like this and then spend the day pondering over why I did so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;OUT! :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-7881234815653393372?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7881234815653393372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7881234815653393372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/doing-things-i-do.html' title='Doing the things I do'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-7366481104353984070</id><published>2007-12-19T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T01:56:36.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know you've reached a stagnant stage in your life and personal growth when everyday you woke up, you felt lethargic and negative of the day's prospect despite having a happy, positive outlook when you're around others.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I've been thinking it through and thought I should make some changes to spice up my life. &lt;/p&gt;Probably, maybe, this blog should be one of them. :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-7366481104353984070?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7366481104353984070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7366481104353984070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-6084184585533548689</id><published>2007-12-17T16:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T16:28:16.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The thing about self-selected stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;I don't freaking understand what mom is thinking. Either she is doing it on purpose, otherwise I would think that she's a idiot in and out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The things she've done truly reflects that way you know. She just doesn't think at all! I know its bad of me to be saying this but she absolutely refuses to heed any advices from us, her son and daughter but instead choose to take her friends stupid, ridiculous advices that makes zero sense in terms of scientific reasoning and logic sense.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've scheduled a meeting with the guys who did our air-conditioners at home to come and check on the pipings for a second time because I am hating the fact that it is dripping, despite being a new unit and all. I had to repaint my room as a result of their incapabilities and lack of thinking when they install the unit and I am pissed off by that as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At that point of time, I've asked mom (since she was in charge) to let the guys know that the pipings should be done so that it doesn't leak and as long as the pipings doesnt go all over the room, its really ok. Afterall, not leaking is a priority. Isn't it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mom, being a smart ass, thinks that everything is "gonna be ok". C'on la! If everything is going to be okay, then there would not be disputes in the world at all. The telling them part is to let them know our requirements and they could route or plan the routings with that in mind and not result in today's situation whereby they dare tell me it's the cabling problem and guess what I said?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Then you should have thought of that when you drilled the hole, because right now because of you I have to repaint my whole room and endure another round of drillings, cleaning and repainting all because of your employees being inexperienced like you said."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They offer to do the re-cabling free, but hey, who's gonna pay for my paint? Who's gonna do the painting for us? And who's gonna clean the room that is gonna be full of dust and whatsoever for us? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Isn't it still us who do the work?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mom still have the audacity to look at me and say we should have do this do that when I reminded her in a stern tone: "I TOLD YOU TO TELL THEM AND LET THEM KNOW SO THEY WONT DO FUCK-ED UP STUFFS LIKE THIS."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I swear every conversation that took place between me and her just doesn't work out at all. If this is the case, then I wouldn't want to be conversing with her AT ALL. It just doesn't makes sense wasting time and saliva with her when none of the words register in her mind or brain, whichever is screwed up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am so fed up because all the simple things she couldn't even do comes back to haunt me and she dares to push the responsibilities back on me. Then she wanted to take out the air filter to clean and proceeded to just 'trial &amp;amp; error' hoping to get the thing out in 1 piece when I told her I'd check out the manual now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She'd be more than happy if she spoilt the whole filter and waste money getting a new one before spoiling it and buying it again. That's her, wasting time and money on everyone's part.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm seriously through talking with her and total fedup, pissed off and annoyed at her stupidity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-6084184585533548689?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6084184585533548689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6084184585533548689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/thing-about-self-selected-stupidity.html' title='The thing about self-selected stupidity'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-3571892833121740939</id><published>2007-12-17T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:10:56.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace &amp; Respect Pls!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I hate it when mom brings back people to stay overnight, not one day, two days but for a period of time! It's like holiday resorts, those people would come in to irritate the hell outta me while enjoying themselves to the fullest.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They don't care who's in the room, they scream, they shout and their laughters is so loud it wakes me up from my sleep. Either that or I can't even get any peace while watching movies in the room.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mom initially gave me a bunch of crap saying she'll be here for a week and promised others even without consulting me and brother. That got me irritated, as well as brother because we're worried that like in our previous home, someone would come in with the keys given without asking for permission and make the house such a noisy one and that doesnt even includes making our television spoilt!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, she is telling me that the lady would be here for an extended period of stay. Might be even months and I totally blew up on her. I reminded her that we promised to end it after the 1 week stay and now she has promised again without consulting us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When this morning their voices woke me up from my deep, sweet slumber, it just make my blood boils and I just stay in my room hoping it would get better. But mom have to use the same old trick again, by using the keys to open the door and with a smirk on her face.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Which I take it as a total disregards of respect for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I admit I was too over the top, but I was too angry. I blew up totally. As in, I don't even bother talking to her anymore. Told her I'd be changing the lock for my room and everything which I will once I get down to the handyman.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now seriously, can I just get some peace and respect!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-3571892833121740939?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3571892833121740939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3571892833121740939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/peace-respect-pls.html' title='Peace &amp;amp; Respect Pls!?'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-4483809185749088669</id><published>2007-12-16T21:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T21:32:10.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On-The-Job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For the first time in my life, I felt inferior about my chinese proficiency! It was all a disgrace really..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, im supposed to speak in chinese when the caller input chinese as their preferred language. But what happens is that the technical terms and whatsnot I do not know of how to express in chinese, i had little choice but to say them as it is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hence, I was speaking a mixture of language most of the time. As if that's not bad enough, I suddenly broke into english while explaining halfway to a customer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;OMG LA!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My mentor was beside me, mouthing the words for me to repeat after her. I was like a parrot learning chinese! To think i was still so proud of my chinese proficiency less than a year ago. Whatever happens to me now!?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sigh!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Also, I had my 2 days of on-the-job training since saturday. Really nerve-wrecking for me and I became that shy charmaine who stutters and have to calm herself down by breathing in and out. The good thing is that after today's training, i felt more at ease and understood more on the utilization of the system tools, which aint really user friendly to me!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Over the 2 days, I've had some nasty customer and some really great and funny ones. Example would be this lady who called in really angry and we were actually on the phone for some time. Although I couldnt do much to help her, she kind of calmed down and even thank me on the phone in a sorta friendly tone. I hope my conversation sorta cheered her up a little no? :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another example would be this guy who is so desperate to watch soccer la. I have no idea what makes ppl so over soccer, but he was so over that he became desperate. Nuff said! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Am now watching the annual stars awards on channel 8. I hate to think but hey, how come all the lao jiaos (old birds) are getting awards instead of the newbies although they've had better performance, more exposure and higher number of supporters?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is this a case of appreciation for the long-time employees or what!?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Really wasted my time watching the show man.. as always. Grr! Am getting to sleep now. Goodnight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-4483809185749088669?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4483809185749088669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4483809185749088669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-job.html' title='On-The-Job!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-3750197799740482046</id><published>2007-12-14T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T01:56:55.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filin' up e dates..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It will be the end of the last day of school after today, considering that it's now 1am in the morning! Everyone's been cruising along, in the holiday mood since the last ut3 is over and since PP presentation is over as well, basically everyone's just went crazy and made so much plans to get out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Like today, I spent some 'quality time' with Tim, Yasmin and Liuzhi in the library. I actually fell asleep while sitting on the floor using my laptop and Yasmin actually saw it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Liewww.. So paiseh! :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had a few great conversation with people I've lost touch with because of school work and everything else. In fact, I have just made plans to meet up Willy on the coming sunday for a visit to the farm to visit uncle and mervyn, who's back from australia! I'm not too sure about meeting up with Eryc though.. I mean, it still feels ultra strange and everything la despite him being a nice guy and everything -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aiya.. better get to bed now. Those evil people in my class want breakfast tomorrow again! (less sleep for me = blur me)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sayonara! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-3750197799740482046?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3750197799740482046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3750197799740482046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/filin-up-e-dates.html' title='Filin&amp;#39; up e dates..'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-6420412269571419945</id><published>2007-12-13T02:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:43:19.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've been feeling really good lately, so much that I feel that it is really god has me in his eyes all the time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've made some positive changes and differences in myself that it feels good to know that because of what I've done, people are happier and that the old negative me is slowly going away to give way for a better, newer me! Bad habits are slowly getting better, new initiatives made and things are looking up, no doubt there's still hiccups or unhappiness that happens at times when you least expected it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway~ I've finally got the TV up on walls. It's been like ages and my table is finally cleared so that I may set up a new desktop (or maybe not. since I kinda like it this way) and yes yes.. my room looks so much neater now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Until I took out new boxes. Haiyo! :P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh! and dontcha you people think that the rainy season lately added some 'feel' to Christmas that is arriving soon? I thought it was really nice though the raining part might be a little "duh!" when i get to work&amp;nbsp; or while I'm out!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hmmm, I should really be getting to bed now since I'm supposed to get up in time for breakfast with Suhaili, Tim and the others in the morning but look what I'm doing now! blogging! with a grumbling stomach.. :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-6420412269571419945?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6420412269571419945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6420412269571419945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5297759304956570133</id><published>2007-12-12T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T12:25:26.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over The Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I admit that I was brinning with pride after reading the comment for friday's lesson. It's like a mission impossible you know, since I'm often the outcast in school.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In fact, I just couldn't resist showing it up here because I'm eager to share my joy! :DDD&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img height="169" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2063/2105042866_eb66e367fc.jpg" width="692"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It makes me feel so happy that I feel like making cookies today! :X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5297759304956570133?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5297759304956570133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5297759304956570133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/over-moon.html' title='Over The Moon'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2063/2105042866_eb66e367fc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31696206.post-1077484175107133177</id><published>2007-12-11T20:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T20:36:47.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;fOk, let me try to summarize today's fun as short as possible!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm now in the &lt;a href="mailto:starbucks@CWP"&gt;starbucks@CWP&lt;/a&gt; and with me are Weiliang, Liu Zhi and Tim! Suhaili and Yasmin just went home like less than 10mins ago.. I had to stay behind because of the stupid virus in my comp. Need help to clear it lor! :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, class today was really, really fu. Not the module, nor the faci, but the atmosphere that's really great! As usual me and Suhaili kept irritating each other at every chance we've got and the highlights of today is:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Suhaili: "Liew, today's weather is really hot ar!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me: "Yeah, cause im hot mah!" *sing the YOU'VE GOT THE WHOLE WORLD IN YOUR HANDS song again*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Suhaili: "!!!!!!!!" *start msn-ing everyone to tell them*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was during presentation time so we were supposed to be quiet when CY's team got a problem with their model. Actually hor, I also didn't know where the problem lies but since they asked me to go out.. I&amp;nbsp;just erm. try to help, giving whatever ideas I can.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then Karmun also chipped in and the problem's finally solved! So CY was thanking us and this took place:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;CY: "Charmaine and Karmun so smart!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Suhaili: "Charmaine smart meh! HOT LA!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Me: "WEII!!!!!! YOU PREGNANT LOR! *&lt;em&gt;you xi&lt;/em&gt; in chinese*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;****&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After school, we met up and had dinner together. 6 of us, 3 buddy meals. I swear that Suhaili is trying to make me fat by giving me all the fats! Then we proceeded to where we are now and guess what? Yasmin wanted to take group pictures&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;**SNAP SNAP**&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yasmin: "Eh! why don't have me?!" *Try another time*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yasmin: "STILL DON'T HAVE ME!!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wahahahahaha.. so funny can! Then LZ was so erm. shy. dont want to take picture and everything. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's been really long since we had a day like this, laughing EVERY single moment from morning till night. It's like life's ever so easy..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1077484175107133177?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1077484175107133177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1077484175107133177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-4674012563593234610</id><published>2007-12-10T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:26:30.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain~</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Today poor Susu got bullied again! She got locked out of the room and I really wonder why she couldn't open it despite facing with a opponent that looked smaller than her.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Celebrated Qid's birthday after school and rushed home after that. Wanted to sleep but just couldn't so ended up watching the tv in the living room instead, something that I hadn't done in a while. I don't know why, but I found it to be too noisy after a little while and started to lower down the volume till its mute.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My brother came home, looked at me and told his friend "My sista is not herself today" before his friend goes "Yeah.. It's weird to be watching eh. MUTE Tv!" while I go -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The most -.- moment is when my brother change his clothes and came out showing me a picture of himself in his room and asking me "Do you think this look like someone?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Gay?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"You?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Ultra-man?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"........."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"NO!! Don't you think I look like RAIN?!?!?!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"..." &amp;nbsp;*silence*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"No wonder it's been raining lately. Not because you look like rain hor, but because you say you look like him."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I can't believe he keep repeating how he look like rain for so long till he got his butt out of the house and STILL I can hear him saying "I DON LOOK LIKE RAIN MEH?!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Walao eh! There is no hope for the human race!! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-4674012563593234610?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4674012563593234610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4674012563593234610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/rain.html' title='Rain~'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5665629973422368848</id><published>2007-12-09T23:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T23:54:41.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gastric</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Work was great today. Met new colleagues, introduced by my 'mentor' who's a very lovable, patient and gentle lady.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Eh, maybe except when that shitty dolly called in. :S&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Worked from 9 till 6.30pm today and only ate a cup noodle, 1 mini hello panda package and 2 green tea because there was no food court around nearby that is opened&amp;nbsp;and it was really rainy today! I also&amp;nbsp;happen to forgot about packing lunch to work so.. SIGH! Then&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;we knocked&amp;nbsp;off, we&amp;nbsp;had&amp;nbsp;Intended to share cab to the mrt station with mentor and one of her friend, who is also my colleague and it just so happen that the chartered bus is here! So we saved ourselves some cash because we had thought the chartered bus would be a long wait.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I stopped for a little while at Cold Storage only to have me walking like a penguin with my hand at the gastric area because I'm too freaking hungry! Sigh, when it was time to eat, I had only so much.. that much because I couldn't even finish my drink! :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Came home, rest a little while, nap a good 10mins and wanted to eat my salad in the fridge only to find out that it's SPOILT. Mom had to rub in a little more salt on my poor hurt soul and force me to eat those mini donuts that is so not donut-y at all! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But hey, beggars cant be choosers yeah? So I'm eating them right now and it tasted quite. ermm.. ok~&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'll be starting work officially next week and and and I'm so nervous! what if I met with those erm. Interesting people like DOLLY?! Probably pull my hair out by then.. gotta bring my stressball there! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh! And thats how interesting my weekend is.. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5665629973422368848?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5665629973422368848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5665629973422368848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/gastric.html' title='Gastric'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-6962734296425127572</id><published>2007-12-07T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T23:26:38.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yeah! I finally finished watching the korean drama &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00"&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;Witch Yoo Hee&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; within 2 days. It's a really nice show, with attractive casts but the plots just tends to drag a little sometimes..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I would still say &lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;My Girl&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; is better when it comes to those heartwrenching moments. But it's really sweet seeing what the couple will do for each other.. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm so busted right now and gotta wake up early for tomorrow's work. It's my first observation day! I'm nervous! I'm also sicked of the lack of&amp;nbsp;variety of food&amp;nbsp;there.. :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, we had a really nice time after school in class today. Suhaili got her karma retribution from bullying Kahmun too much and see what happen? Kahmun running after her with a dead lizard in her hand.. one that doesn't even have a head on it! :S&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It all started when Berlinda came up with the idea of snatching Kahmun's mouse again.&amp;nbsp;As Suhaili was guilty of the exact same thing last week, she automatically became&amp;nbsp;Kahmun's first suspect. Being a very nice person, I tried to assure her that it's not Suhaili's doing but did not try to spoil the game as well.. BUT!! Suhaili have got too bad&amp;nbsp; a karma. Lol!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So the chasing around started and that Suhaili.. LIEW! She pulled my jacket and me infront to help her shield the lizard attack! I was so freaked out so there was more running around. In the end, we were at our table when I got out to let Suhaili get away from Mun's attack but she lost her balance and fell from the chair. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*BOOM!*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And she dropped on my back. -.-"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;According to the very nice Suhaili, she was trying to.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOP ON TOP OF ME WHILE I WAS ON THE CHAIR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Walao eh! Heng I ran out. If not the one falling would be me.. the one with backaches and perhaps even a crushed back or something. LOL! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-6962734296425127572?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6962734296425127572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6962734296425127572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/hilarious-day.html' title='Hilarious Day'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5906367523504744521</id><published>2007-12-07T01:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T01:48:36.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;For once, the air wasn't so suffocating. She could breathe easy, just the way she wants it. The room is now dimly lited with music playing softly&amp;nbsp;in the background. She couldn't remember the last time she felt any better than this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As usual, she's writing her late night entry. She loves jotting her thoughts down at this hour for there she knows, in the corner lies her true self waiting to be found. She's been feeling melancholic lately and it's been acting up again. The feeling of reluctance and all sorts of negativities that seems to be&amp;nbsp;consuming her. In front of others she's always happy, cheeky even though traits of the unhappy perfectionist still surface now and then. Then again, she wasn't blaming anyone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because she's happy with everyone, except herself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pushing herself back into the cushion she had set comfortably for herself a moment ago, she had thought about the question that her mate had posed to her in the evening.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"&lt;em&gt;So.. have you always been like this? This happy-go-lucky? No worries?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The concerned friend asked. The friend had probably asked out of curiousity or even out of envy but with a good intention. Searching through for the answers in her head, she could hardly mutter a "Yes" to take it as the answer to the question that seems so simple yet profound.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;At this very moment, she sat up from&amp;nbsp;her position&amp;nbsp;and started to jot down what might just be the answer that she had in mind.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No.&amp;nbsp;That is not me. I am not as strong as you think I am. But what can be done? Look, people are crying and saddness is abundant. But these saddness&amp;nbsp;can only be&amp;nbsp;kept away from view by laughters and smiles that is contagious. Only laughters can stop saddness, that evil plague from spreading. Only laughters can serves as the only treatment to what have happened in the past. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is a big burden to be carrying a whole sack of saddness around. I have learnt to set them down and use it as a fertiliser, to grow happiness from the seeds I've planted. I will grow them with love, but time sometimes disappoints me. I will learn from these disappointments, give doubt, be doubt and the cycle will repeat over and over again. I have my worries but they are kept away for fear of pride and to keep it up with the strong front. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;At times I feel tired from carrying the burdens around before I sow the seeds. It can be anyone's burden. A friend's, a family's or even a stranger's. But when they are relieved, happiness spreads and thats when it makes it all worth it.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5906367523504744521?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5906367523504744521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5906367523504744521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-3180790502774645588</id><published>2007-12-06T05:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T05:29:23.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that season again..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had wanted to blog quite abit about how i felt but I thought perhaps its just not the time yet to blog it down here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe one day, just one day when I'm ready to give it all. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But for some reasons, I hated december and christmas secretly inside for a long long time. I wish to start loving this season.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let's see how it goes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-3180790502774645588?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3180790502774645588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3180790502774645588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/it-that-season-again.html' title='It&amp;#39;s that season again..'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-1625532471986532</id><published>2007-12-05T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T01:31:59.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Down Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Caught Enchanted the second time after UT. Jing &amp;amp; me took a cab just so we can catch the movie.. which is still as funny and touching. Jing got tickled by the chipmunk so much she was chuckling all the way.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Came home and got my room ready for the drillings.. the long awaited drillings tomorrow. After my presentation. I am soooo sooo.. sooo nervous.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I mean, its a good thing that I'm the last person which means I get to view others performance before me, but hey.. that means I have the longest wait with that anxiety feeling as well.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've been feeling kinda down since I'm down with sore throat, cough and the sneezes but enchanted pop me up again only to have me feeling like a deflated balloon after I read this &lt;a href="http://mylittlenewhope2.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I never understood why people can take a marriage vow so simply like a word you find in the dictionary. Ain't it supposed to be sacred, a promise that last forever?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even if the promise of being together does not last forever, wouldn't it be good if the people promise to try? Isn't thats what all it is about.. Marriage?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I&amp;nbsp;wanted to throw faeces at the guy after reading it.. assuming everything that was written is the truth. I know there are jerks around like this so I don't throw out that possibility but to put in god words, he is condemned. I hope karma finds him and make him pay back for all the hurt that he have caused..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh.. and you know how I used to go "walao eh" at my classmates who plan her&amp;nbsp;schedule like 1 month before and need to use a organizer? Now I think I am better than her, except that my organizer is not really a organizer but merely papers flying all around.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have schedule in my new job, my new course and I predict that time left&amp;nbsp;will be very little for myself so I've been trying to meet up with friends I haven't seen in a while or want to meet up just to know they're doing fine. However, I kept having this feeling that I'm the one making the effort and I'm tired of it. So I'm not going after them and say "hey! lets go blah blah blah or wherever to hang out!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now I just wanna be cool, stay home and see if they contact me. If not.. I wouldn't want to make the effort anymore. I mean, I'm trying really hard despite me being busy with tests and everything but don't make me initiate things everytime. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Robot also need to rest can?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sigh. Maybe I should learn Pangpang &amp;amp; Changi in singing Mr Lonely.. :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1625532471986532?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1625532471986532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1625532471986532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/down-down-down.html' title='Down Down Down'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-2407443684994099369</id><published>2007-12-03T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:37:41.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JON McLAUGHLIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I spent the day at home and at the doctor's today. Went to see a doctor regarding my sore throat which really hurts and he gave me this super big antibiotics and even gave me a pill for chestiness, which is like problem breathing&amp;nbsp;in the lungs because of the phglem.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I was so sadded because for one, I couldn't talk as much as I want to!! Yuxiang called me up during first break and asked if I wanted breakfast. I told her I had a sore throat and am staying at home but she heard it as I'm still sleeping. She even went "HUH" so loud! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had to talk quite painfully to her over the phone and clarify that I am having sore throat (oei, i woke up at 6.30am okay!! :P)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Was feeling really crossed with mom in the afternoon due to what happened yesterday. Slept a while during the evening when she's out with her friends and woke up just in time to eh. catch my show.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shit la!! I am not studying and I am buying too much stuffs online. Whatever happen to my social life? I complaint to my classmates about they being heartless because you know la, me being such a kind and innocent person being very nice and thoughtful to them when they sick you know..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;only to have them saying "good, dont get well so soon!" but thats not as evil as this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"COZ I DON WAN HEAR YOU OR SEE YOUR FACE!!" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whoa, damn sadded la. Tomorrow I shall not talk to them in protest! (I can't talk anyway.. hahaha!) and yes yes, hempf. I'm going to ignore them. HEMPF!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh.. and I found my new *ahem* eye candy. Introducing.. JON McLAUGHLIN!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2149/2083423699_1fa20b1e0f_o.jpg"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Cute looking right! I know! :X He's the one who sang "So Close" in the Enchanted Movie while Giselle and Robert were dancing away the night in each other's arms!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can I say how beautiful that scene was? *wipe tears*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;**PS: I hope that this album, proud father is not referring to himself. I think he's referring to our Lord, Jesus Christ but if he's referring to himself, my hopes will be dashed! :((( **&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-2407443684994099369?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/2407443684994099369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/2407443684994099369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/jon-mclaughlin.html' title='JON McLAUGHLIN!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-937417608518164718</id><published>2007-12-02T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:23:15.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day of work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We had our second day of training today. Learnt about the other theories and finally our hands-on on the system itself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Walao eh, a bit complicated for a dumb brain like mine can? The trainer was going like she can't wait to kill us all off with her machine gun. I didn't see her so enthusiastic in her work when she's going through all the theories and now she's going so fast we had to go "WAIT!!!!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Which is funny, really. -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We might be getting our own tables, which would be very cool if that's the case and the 5 of us finally realized what a chore it is to be eating lunch there on a sunday. There's only one coffeeshop that is open and you know what? There's only 2 stalls opened for main dishes. Both are economic cooked food. The others were drink stalls and fruit stalls which doesn't really fits in the concept of a filling lunch ya know?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So we had the economic rice which is kinda equivalent to fried food again (on saturday we had that in another food court althugh there were more choices there) and it really sucks even the price was cheaper than what we get in school and outside plus they had large serving of rice.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We waited for a while for the chartered bus but it was getting late and the bus ain't here yet. So we walked all the way to the bus stop after the express way and and and finally caught a bus to dover where we changed to a train.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everything else, isn't worth mentioning.. I've been so tired even though its like we're doing nothing for now! I guess it's the brain power..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-937417608518164718?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/937417608518164718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/937417608518164718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/2nd-day-of-work.html' title='2nd day of work'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5268912310264295081</id><published>2007-12-02T06:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T06:17:50.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About The New Job &amp; People</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sheesh! I haven't been blogging as frequently! No wonder I felt so empty..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today I will be getting to my new workplace again. It's kinda far, like an 1 hr there and back plus&amp;nbsp; a chartered bus ride. It's really the first time I'm working in&amp;nbsp;a industrial place where there are so many commercial buildings around that looks like they are factories&lt;em&gt;(or maybe they are)&lt;/em&gt; with their own canteens.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was thankful to find out that we could actually choose to work&amp;nbsp;on weekdays if we wanted to, so that solves my problem of finding work during the holidays. I don't really want to go roadshow you know, because&amp;nbsp;the income is instable. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are 4 people other than me who are the newcomers here.&amp;nbsp;Three of us are from the same school but the other two hit it off better with each other probably because they knew each other right from the start. I wanted to make noise like what I did in the class but I was so shy!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*chuckles*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I'm this really eh. nice girl who is kinda quiet in my workplace now. :X But I wish there's something that breaks the ice you know, because it starts to get awkward after a while..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I got home and mom said there's crab on the stove which turned out to be live crabs still waiting to be cooked! I was kinda fed up because she knew how early I got up (6am) and she expected me to wait till her cooking is done, which she should already done since i told her what time i would get back and how tired I was.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I saw that, my eyes literally rolled rounds and rounds before I got back to my room and slept it off from 7.30pm till this morning 5.30am. Shiokness is when I wake up and see the crabs there in the pot on the table! :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I got to get ready soon for the early breakfast and get ready to get to work. My mp3 is a really nice companion, but I'm thinking if there's anything better because I'm really bored stiff on the train and transportation..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In fact, I literally snooze off everytime I got a seat while on them. :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5268912310264295081?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5268912310264295081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5268912310264295081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/12/about-new-job-people.html' title='About The New Job &amp;amp; People'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-6933463158519361197</id><published>2007-11-29T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:52:53.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Traveller's Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;Update:&lt;/strong&gt; I was leaving the shop when I asked about the computers they were selling (they had boxes which seems like new parts) but it turned out that they were closing down and the ones they were selling was the one I used a moment ago, which is identical to my desktop in primary 5. I thank them and off now I have my posters home! :D**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm now typing this blog entry in a shabby Lan shop operated by a indian couple at Bencoolen Street, Sunshine Plaza. Being here makes me feel like I'm like some backpacker on the move, accessing the internet only by in such Lan shops they see on the streets.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I so feel like traveling! But it's really hard to find a partner who will travel the way I hope to. Maybe it's because I'm yearning for something that is on the spontaneous but at the same time with preparations. I doubt anyone knows what I'm talking about. Hah!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I find myself so stupid when I stepped into the shop and asked the lady "Hi! Do I need to register or anything?" when she shook her head and said I could sit down in front of any of the computers they have.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was even more shocked by my own stupidity that I forgotten how to use a low-end computer! When the start-up was slow, I had thought that the CPU wasn't working. I almost wanted to turn it off and on again until I saw it starting up and showing things on the screen. Actually, I think the processor they are using is like. 500mhz? Unlike the 2ghz we're using..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As I'm typing this, the words are not appearing as fast as my fingers are typing this out. It's like I've input the data and it's only reappearing in a delayed manner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, I am planning to use $1 to blog and pass my time for 30mins only, since my poster printing would take me 1 hour and I spent 30mins chewing on a delicious zha jiang mian from the IOI building.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll blog again when I'm home! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-6933463158519361197?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6933463158519361197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6933463158519361197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/travellers-heart.html' title='The Traveller&amp;#39;s Heart'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-7393849292034808563</id><published>2007-11-28T23:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T23:45:12.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Printing day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am so disappointed with myself lor. Why must I do things to torture myself? WHY CHARMAINE?! WHY!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First, I forgot to submit my sales list. Actually I wouldn't say is forget.. but I thought I had time only to realize shit! I remembered the wrong date. So I can only get my pay one month later leh.. :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then! I wanted to get down to bugis to print the poster only to realize it's dinner time. The crowd is going to kill me! So I decided to check out queenstown and see how it goes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;BAD.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I almost had a double heart attack when I checked out the stores about their pricings. $36 for 1 freaking A1 poster you know? I can get 3 printed at bugis.. I can take a cab down, get&amp;nbsp;my two posters&amp;nbsp;printed and still have extra bucks to spare.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ended up coming home. Had the&lt;em&gt; "I-feel-like-vomitting-on-transport"&lt;/em&gt; feeling again. Was feeling so bad, I came home and waited for a while before I ate the curry rice mom specially prepared.. and now I'm kinda fine except for a slight headache. Maybe it's the rain. Sigh!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Will be getting down tomorrow to get the posters printed! I must get it down tomorrow! So that I'll be spared from the agony of feeling so &lt;em&gt;gan cheong&lt;/em&gt; when I see people queuing up the photocopying shop in school. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Watched Enchanted today with Suhaili, Yenling and Chainee! My very 'kind' classmates who made me rush down to meet them for the movie and keep repeating"WE FINISH PP LE" at every opportunity they gets. OMG! So evil can?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Karma.. Must remember got Karma leh! Next time better irritate people lesser, if not see my karma now? :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh.. back to the movie. Enchanted is really a very nice movie.. I wanted to sing along while watching the show! To sum it up, it was marvellous, touching, romantic, funny and worth to watch it over and over again!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyone wanna catch enchanted? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-7393849292034808563?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7393849292034808563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7393849292034808563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/printing-day.html' title='Printing day..'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-6531965923622625906</id><published>2007-11-28T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T17:54:47.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wow, I'm now at the neighbourhood library typing this away while trying to touch up on my PP poster before I head down to Bugis to get it print later! Since I'm free (and awake) I shall now update on what happened on monday..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;Monday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's that Kuku faci's lesson again. I went to school despite feeling the dreadness in me. I'm so happy I got to school because the expression on his face when the lift closed was PRICELESS. We were getting to the RFID lab for some sightseeing and he was getting into the lift as the last person when the lift started to signal that it's eh. overloaded. Then the lift started closing in just as he tries to get in and despite me and my classmate pushing at the open door button repeatedly, the stubborn lift just wouldn't do it our way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So we ended up laughing at him. LOL!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh.. and we learnt that in order for handheld scanners to work well, you gotta pray to it! *imitate actions* which is so so so hilarious! :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everyone had a great time today in class because Liyana was around. The contents are always rated explicit and adult-oriented whenever she's around sia. I'm the good girl, I didn't participate... really! :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;Today&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Supposed to get to the printing shop at bugis by 3pm, but look what time it is now! It's almost 6 (yeah, I took so long to finish one blog entry because I did my work you know.. hahah) and yes, I still need to get there! I got drenched in the rain few hours ago after the movie and I'm now feeling eh. Cold and hungry!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I need food.. NOW! :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-6531965923622625906?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6531965923622625906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6531965923622625906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/simple-updates.html' title='Simple Updates'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-7505001496022772120</id><published>2007-11-27T01:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T01:26:33.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carpenters - I Need To Be In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;I know I need to be in love&lt;br&gt;I know Ive wasted too much time&lt;br&gt;I know I ask perfection of&lt;br&gt;A quite imperfect world&lt;br&gt;And fool enough to think thats&lt;br&gt;What Ill find&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j1tjFIuyCAU&amp;amp;rel=1" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Karen Carpenter have&amp;nbsp;one of the best vocals I've ever heard. It seems that the great singers like her and Selina just have to go in a way or another which is&amp;nbsp;a big pity really.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This song is stirring up the emotions in me! Maybe I'll update about what happened today tomorrow or something.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-7505001496022772120?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7505001496022772120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7505001496022772120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/carpenters-i-need-to-be-in-love.html' title='The Carpenters - I Need To Be In Love'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-1499780817046048305</id><published>2007-11-26T03:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T03:01:31.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuku Faci</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;You know there is this kuku faci who I absolutely loathe to be in his class because he is so.. ARG! WTF whenever we talk to him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If we asked questions, he'd say "I don't know" or give answers only to refuse it later thus confusing us further. Doesn't seems to guide us well too so I almost never listened to him.. If he doesn't write anything on the board, I swear I can't even understand him at all.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't know what's sup with him but last week, I refused to heed his advice and EAT my lunch while thinking of the problem. He said that'd be a bad thing because I won't be able to think anything this way. Well, he was wrong and I thought something. So I was telling my teammates how kuku his theory is and maybe he heard it..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That day I wanted to fill in this survey for the faci (our identity is set annoy-a-mous) and on second thought, did not press the submit button.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;IF TOMORROW THE COLUMN IS STILL THERE, YOU ARE SURE THAT I M SO GOING TO FILL IN THAT COLUMN AND TELL THE PPL HOW KUKU HE IS.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh.. and I seriously starting to hate my school's management. They sucks literally, with no credentials to their name or anything reliable to them about it that I would think so, except for a few exception cases of course! The vietnam trip and the follow-up have made me realized alot of things. The IGs participation have made me realized alot too!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I want to clarify, its the people. Not the school system. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The people who were so into 'ranks' and 'honours' which they took and gained with shameless things thay have done.. those underhand means and those pretentious personalities. I'm sicked of it, so im out of it. One more year! And I'm outta this! Hooray! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I need to start getting to school, start getting to sleep early and start saving! Goodnight peeps! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1499780817046048305?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1499780817046048305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1499780817046048305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/kuku-faci.html' title='Kuku Faci'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-8725807091968246759</id><published>2007-11-24T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:30:02.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broke!</title><content type='html'>I am typing this online using the library's desktop! Coolness is when I finally logged on, only to find out that I'm actually accessing another person's account! Oh.. and I finally got my username right. Awww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's been rather dull today. Got 1st in daytona again. I think its good that I'm changing job although it might means I'm stuck for the next few month with a high-paying job talking into the phone or something. I hope it's not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain are shutting down but there's nothing much I can do to keep it open. I'll get a haircut later before I get home and yes! I'm getting my room cleared up by today so the drillings for the 2 planks I bought from Ikea can be done and I'm going to have my LCD HDTV high up on the wall. Coolness huh?! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that I've been spending too much.. so it's really time to curb my spending problem. Maybe I'll restrict myself to spending a certain amount for a day.. again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, should I get a bike? I finally found that bike shop in the new estate I'm currently residing. Do anyone think it's a good idea that I ride to school? Should be easier for me right? Since I really hate taking bus and squeezing with people like sardines or waiting for the bus to come. Maybe I should just get a cheap one. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw-.- I'm spending money again! If I'm getting the bike I'd be riding it like maybe everyday. Or at least 3 days out of the week for exercise and for school so I can save $52 on bus concession! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-8725807091968246759?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8725807091968246759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8725807091968246759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/broke.html' title='Broke!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-4767231280022277575</id><published>2007-11-24T03:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T03:54:25.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am reading the bible religiously. But I tend to skip chapters and go into very random mode! I like reading verses that teaches me how to conduct myself and well.. about love. Love is a very amazing thing isn't it? :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Romans 12:14)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everybody. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: "It is mine to avenge; I will repay." says the Lord.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Romans 12:17)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;On the contrary: "If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head."&lt;/font&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Romans 12:20)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Romans 12:21)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-4767231280022277575?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4767231280022277575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4767231280022277575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-3822779969441336283</id><published>2007-11-24T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T02:00:18.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had a hectic day today (yeah.. despite me not being in school 0,0)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I went to the MRT station to wait for a buyer to collect his bag at 5, took the mrt to ang mo kio to settle some stuffs and then zoom! down to Somerset for the signing up of course.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I decided to not take the paper 1 and 2 but instead, start from paper 3 and 4 since I had the basic accounting background. Will still have to sit for the test though, computerised MCQ. :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then cabbed down to hougang to meet Lean to pay respect to Steph's mom who recently passed away. I had a really awful ride along the way while getting to Kaplan&amp;nbsp;and I felt pukey since that moment until I arrived and finished up my stuffs and cabbed down to meet Lean.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For a&amp;nbsp;whole 2 hours, I was so pukey and headachey. I concede defeat to the driver.. -.-&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stayed around for an hour plus to 2 hours chatting and we met her family members.. Then had a short dinner with Lean at Mac (actually it was because those ppl kinda.. hint for us to get out by switching off the lights. :P) Talked about things and suddenly she put on a serious face to ask me something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That Q&amp;amp;A session ended in me running like some madcase pregnant woman on the quiet street before both of us cabbed home since there were no more buses for us to take. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That's all for today, tomorrow's another working day! :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-3822779969441336283?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3822779969441336283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3822779969441336283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/hectic-day.html' title='Hectic Day'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-8810497259461685561</id><published>2007-11-23T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T14:59:21.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donuts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eaeaea"&gt;&lt;font style="font-size: 14pt; color: black" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Boston Creme Donut&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/boston-creme-donut.jpg" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You have a tough exterior. No one wants to mess with you. But on the inside, you're a total pushover and completely soft. You're a traditionalist, and you don't change easily. You're likely to eat the same doughnut every morning, and pout if it's sold out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdonutareyouquiz/"&gt;What Donut Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Concidentally, I just ate some donuts for breakfast just now! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-8810497259461685561?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8810497259461685561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8810497259461685561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/donuts.html' title='Donuts!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-403183244169601756</id><published>2007-11-22T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T23:34:13.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Before we moved to our current place, I found alot of things lacking in our old place. I wanted a bigger kitchen with better facilities, a nicely decorated living room, a wooden antique&amp;nbsp;dining table with compatible chairs. I love experimenting with food at home but cooking was a hassle. First, I didn't used to have oven. Then I didn't have the glasswares I always loved to have nor do I have that smoke-sucking machine so I can't fry or do anything in the kitchen except to cook non-frying stuffs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Which makes cooking a big hassle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway I suddenly realize that I've been cooking alot after I moved in. The average times I've cooked at home is 3 times a week. I am enjoying cooking now at home but I think I won't be able to cook as frequent as I am now in the near future.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because... I've decided on signing up for the accounting course! Went to the seminar yesterday and found it quite ok. Although I had to learn from scratch again( there's no way to skip this for me) but I think it's all going to be worth it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-403183244169601756?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/403183244169601756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/403183244169601756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/kitchen.html' title='The Kitchen'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5808103875639413786</id><published>2007-11-22T02:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T02:47:46.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barber</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I read this from a email today. Kudos to the one who sent it to me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fun_and_fun_only"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. &lt;br&gt;As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. &lt;br&gt;They talked about so many things and various subjects. &lt;br&gt;When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: &lt;br&gt;"I don't believe that God exists." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fun_and_fun_only"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. &lt;br&gt;Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? &lt;br&gt;Would there be abandoned children? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/fun_and_fun_only"&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. &lt;br&gt;I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things." &lt;br&gt;The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. &lt;br&gt;The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. &lt;br&gt;He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: &lt;br&gt;"You know what? Barbers do not exist." &lt;br&gt;"How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. &lt;br&gt;"I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!" &lt;br&gt;"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because &lt;br&gt;if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me." &lt;br&gt;"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! &lt;br&gt;That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. &lt;br&gt;That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5808103875639413786?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5808103875639413786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5808103875639413786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/barber.html' title='The Barber'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-4736980928752372516</id><published>2007-11-22T00:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T00:35:34.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felt like a fycked-up puppet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Attended the seminar today on my own. Sometimes, I suspect that I'm a real pyschic or that, what they say about girls being sensitive and having the sixth intuition is true. I had this really bad feeling that despite the many assurance im getting, something's gonna happen to the appointment i made today. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sure enough.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was more disappointed than angry, but things are fine now.&amp;nbsp; I just wish I had been notified earlier..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway! I'm sicked of people asking me obvious things. Or things they don't bother to think on their own. If you're too lazy to think, please, just hand in a blank assignment. Why should people be doing the work for you when it is YOUR work? Don't tell me you're tired, you're sick and whatsoever. Save your excuses because life still goes on and there are so many people who still work or at least USES their brains when they are sick.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I sound damn awful here but I'm not&amp;nbsp;a puppet for you to make use of. I'm not for you to call me down when you have no one to accompany, I'm not the one who do your work or obliged to help you out if you DONT BOTHER to do something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As a friend, I'll do what I can. I don't trouble you with things I can find online or if I can search some books. I only ask what I can't find after I TRIED.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Can you do that too please? Because it's pissing me way too much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-4736980928752372516?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4736980928752372516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4736980928752372516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/felt-like-fycked-up-puppet.html' title='Felt like a fycked-up puppet'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-1191980465982446832</id><published>2007-11-21T01:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T01:17:11.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Time for Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The gloomy clouds isnt spreading it out and letting the sun in as it should be doing so, after a long period of rainy days and storms..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A friend's mom died from cancer recently.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't see the&amp;nbsp;logic of&amp;nbsp;any superstitious thinkings here because I think its bullshit. Honestly.&amp;nbsp;So I'm not putting those bullshits in my basket of endurance now.&amp;nbsp;Read the bible for a moment and this is something I really, really like.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#80ff80"&gt;&lt;em&gt;**Please let this be encraved in the hearts of whom may see this and spend years rejoicing&amp;nbsp;with happiness instead of drowning in sorrow.**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt;A Time for Everything (Ecclesiastes 3:1)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;a time to be born and a time to die,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;a time to plant and a time to uproot,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;a time to kill and a time to heal,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;a time to tear down and a time to build,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;a time to weep and a time to laugh,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;a time to mourn and a time to dance,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;a time to embrace and a time to refrain,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;a time to search and a time to give up,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;a time to keep and a time to throw away,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;a time to tear and a time to mend,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;a time to be silent and a time to speak,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;a time to love and a time to hate,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;a time for war and a time for peace.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think it's really meaningful. I hope it do good to those who have the same&amp;nbsp;question as me&amp;nbsp;and the same&amp;nbsp;bad feelings inside, ruining your body with all the poison and bad toxins it brings. They say a man with a bad heart lives a longer life, but definitely a less happy life than a man who lives with a good heart and a shorter life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A man who is blameless. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1191980465982446832?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1191980465982446832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1191980465982446832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-for-everything.html' title='A Time for Everything'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-2576750844688290490</id><published>2007-11-21T00:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:29:54.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CS passed the quiz on..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Answer the following questions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;The person who tagged you is ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chun Sang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your relationship with him is ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ex-classmate, friend, [W.x.G] teammates&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;Your impression of him?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;nice emo geek who loves music and NASRI (duh! they're always together.. :P)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;The most memorable thing he has done for you ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;for me? HAHA I only remember he wearing my jacket.. ok maybe thats one thing he did FOR ME TO TAKE A PICTURE of his gayness. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;If he becomes your lover, you will ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;IMPOSSIBLE! Let the sun fly up from the west. He may become Nas's though.. *shit I'm gonna get whacked for this post.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he becomes your lover, things he have to improve ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Told you he is &lt;strike&gt;not straight&lt;/strike&gt; impossible!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he becomes your enemy, you will... ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ignores. If my volcano temper acts up I don't kill that weenie tiny bit of possiblities that I'll take my badminton racquet/basketball and smack him with it in the face.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he becomes your enemy the reason is ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;For becoming gay and snatching the guy I like secretly or not(if any. eg: Lee Hom!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;Your overall impression of him ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;EMO GEEK! Cool, nice, responsible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;How do you think people around you will think about that person?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone who's fun to hang out with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The character you love yourself are ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking the best out of everything.. Though I might think on the negative sometimes, but I try to give the benefit of doubts whenever I can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;On the contrary, the character you hate yourself ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The ability to keep things to myself until one day I'll explode myself from all the lousy shit people are giving me(which i ought to be giving back..) - shuyi told me. :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;The most ideal person you want to be is ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;if not, Karen Cheng.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;For people that care &amp;amp; likes you, say something to them ?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd love to say "I love you" to all of you but I guess you guys know that I already have Georgie the Teddy bear to say that too. So... Sorry dudes &amp;amp; Dudettes! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Ahyi&lt;br&gt;2. Iris&lt;br&gt;3. Ollie&lt;br&gt;4. Sally &lt;br&gt;5. whoever it is&lt;br&gt;6. whoever it is&lt;br&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;whoever it is&lt;br&gt;8. whoever it is&lt;br&gt;9. whoever it is&lt;br&gt;10. whoever it is&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-2576750844688290490?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/2576750844688290490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/2576750844688290490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/cs-passed-quiz-on.html' title='CS passed the quiz on..'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-1963629479509232947</id><published>2007-11-19T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T12:35:41.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;One thing about why I hate going to school on a UT day is not because I won't have time to prepare. But because everyone gets really self-fish on that particular day! It's bad of me to be saying that but hey, don't you guys just agree that people started studying for their UT when they are supposed to be doing work and preparing for powerpoints. It would be absolutely fine if everyone finishes their work first before studying the UT, no objections since the work have been done.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I absolutely loathe it when people in the group starts playing games, start studying for the test and neglected doing work for the daily presentation. Then you started seeing sloppy work, bad preparations which leads to bad presentation and everyone standing them in awkward silence.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Which can be prevented from happening in the first place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then everyone get bad grades unless there is one or two who devoted themselves to doing those shit work(research, ppt) while everyone is busy studying for their bloody test. After the presentation is done, you thought "whoa, at least I have one hour to prepare myself" and bastards who didn't study comes up to you and say "hey teach me leh! I never study"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Like what the fuck right? It's your bloody problem. Not mine. Plus, it's your well-deserved if you were too lazy to study it or get the reading materials. Then people start crowding around you asking you to teach them when you don't even have the time to bloody read up for yourself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is the time when I wanna lash out at them and tell them to stop being such a self-fish bastards and spare a thought for others who are doing what it is to make it right. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is it so difficult that everyone work together and finish off everything by a timing instead of wasting time and gaming so everyone can start studying after that? IS IT SO DIFFICULT?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am bloody angry. I am typing this entry out in class after one of my classmate blurted out that we better do our work first because im angry. OF COURSE I AM!!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I admitting it upfront because I'm sicked of doing everything for the sake of the team. Why not I be the self-fish bastard this time round and I'll study the things plus for the test but refuse to share the learnings with you guys so I'll show everyone that I'm the one doing the work? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;HOW ABOUT THAT ASSHOLES!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? -pissed!-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1963629479509232947?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1963629479509232947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1963629479509232947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/super-pissed.html' title='Super pissed'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-6951594787737860111</id><published>2007-11-15T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T01:28:50.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies Baking Experiment..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've been rather hardworking today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I changed my bedsheets, tidied my room, baked cookies, blended drinks and read did some bible study on my own.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I also went to the dentist to remove the stitches; but my gum still feel weird. I don't think it have completely healed yet. On the way home, I went to AMK hub to get some groceries home(its the only place i know where they have almost everything until they went out of stock for my beloved PORK CUBES). Got some dimsum home for mom and bro too.. knowing they'd love the dim sum there. :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Grrr! :P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Started baking at 9pm and got mom calling me a freak! I baked 4 batches in total, rather small batches I might say for the cookies are quite LARGE. The results as below:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;1st batch:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Completely burnt. Hardened like rock! Mom say its edible still but I took that comment&amp;nbsp;with a pinch of salt.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;2nd batch:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Fine. I took note of the time, but the cookies were still a little burnt at the side.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;3rd batch:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No burn at all. Great except that it's a little too big still. It's not the diameter of the cookie that bothers me. It's the thickness.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;4rd batch:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Made some changes. Poured some hersheys and chopped almond on the plate and coated them with the flatten cookie. Baked them and it was perfectly fine!! My favourite. Mom's favourite. Everyone's favourite at home. LOL!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'll show you guys the pictures here..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2026/2019568353_42604c4b36.jpg?v=0"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The 2 changes I'd make the next time round I bake would be to reduce the oil required. I might up the water level a little in accordance to the ratio and I'd make small cookies. I guess I need to spend more time on playing with the dough so there won't be cracks at the side.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm not bringing any of these to school not because it taste bad or anything. If anything, I'd say it tasted better than the commercial ones but I got sicked of people telling me how they'd prefer it to be. Crunchy, chewy or whatever. Baking experiments for me is solely a personal enjoyment kind of thing and comments from &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff"&gt;certain&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; people made it all so sick and hateful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Therefore, I'm keeping this batch at home or for my mom's guest. Maybe I'll bake during the new year period. I can't imagine a year just went pass like this! It seems like we just spent&amp;nbsp;yesterday celebrating lunar new year at the seaside eating crab&amp;nbsp;in that restaurant at Sembawang.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We're spending next year's at Clarke Quay! Eating on the cruise! My mom already made reservations!! HOOORAY! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-6951594787737860111?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6951594787737860111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6951594787737860111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/cookies-baking-experiment.html' title='Cookies Baking Experiment..'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-3223475329020466590</id><published>2007-11-14T03:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T03:43:50.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasmanian Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Did anyone watched TV with Teeth on Animal Planet at 3am this morning? The one showing the Tasmanian Devil and her cubs, shot&amp;nbsp; on Tasmania's incredibly beautiful Cradle Mountain. Apparantly, it was titled "The Devil's Playground" for this episode.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tassiedevil.com.au/images/gfx_about_devil1.jpg"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Initially I was curious as to why its called Devil. But now I guess I know.. after I saw how violent they are.. They are also carnivores so I ended up going "GRRRRRRRRRRRR.." when I saw how they ate the feathers of a bird.. bones and everything. They don't just get the meat ok? They eat everything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They look kinda cute but if I were to reborn into any animal.. I'd do anything NOT to be them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When they were growing teeth, they used those teeth on their mother! When they grows up, they eat rotten animals.. attack weaker animals and snips them apart. When they were mating, they ATTACK to ask the female to be cooperative or the female will ask them to you know, just GET OUT by attacking them so angrily..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think the name Devil do suits them pretty much. Kinda eerie too now. :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;More information &lt;a href="http://www.tassiedevil.com.au/aboutdevils.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-3223475329020466590?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3223475329020466590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3223475329020466590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/tasmanian-devil.html' title='Tasmanian Devil'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-910673654474506567</id><published>2007-11-12T02:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T02:37:11.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Incredible Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My mom gave us a big scare today. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She came back from outside in the afternoon and I didn't hear her nagging at me at all for the whole day after that. Her door was bolt and her phone went unanswered when I called.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, it is very strange that my usual chatty mother is not in my room, SQUASHING my bed &amp;amp; me while she begin her sutra reciting session and&amp;nbsp;it is very strange that she is not screaming at my brother for occupying the TV in the living room again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I saw my brother in the living room and asked if mom went out. My brother asked me with a wide eye expression.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff" size="4"&gt;You mean..&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bogay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is home?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;I nodded and we got so worried&amp;nbsp;that my eyes went red&amp;nbsp;because it was all so &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;un-natural&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;that we were&amp;nbsp;knocking down the door at 12am when mom took her time to open the door, only to go back to her bed again after that. Telling us not to disturb her beauty sleep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;!!!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After today I can claim her as a wonder. She can not sleep for days and then when she really pigs in.. omg. I think it's better described as hibernation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because we both remembered.. the only time she were away from us without a sound and any notice was when she fainted in a public toilet, while the two of us waited for her outside. Soon after, she was diagnosed with cancer.&amp;nbsp;My brother was in primary school then and both of us&amp;nbsp;were totally clueless when two ladies&amp;nbsp;helped her out.&amp;nbsp;Thanks god she's been in good health all these years but I can't take this heart attack from her.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And this is the time when we realized how cool and important mom is to us. The anxiety.. the blankness in our mind when we were knocking down the door.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She might not know how much she mean to us because we sucks at expressing our love. But Ma, asking you not to eat so much chocolate, sweet and durian is for your health.. and &lt;font color="#00ff00"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a way that we express our love for you ma!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; We care for your &lt;strike&gt;snacks&lt;/strike&gt; health!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bogay&lt;/em&gt; still dare eat so much! &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;*snatch chocolates back*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-910673654474506567?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/910673654474506567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/910673654474506567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-incredible-mom.html' title='My Incredible Mom'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-6736639851827853619</id><published>2007-11-11T00:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:55:03.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I haven't gain weight. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is going to be a very brief update. Because I am SAD.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I thought it was because I gained weight (maybe too much porridge?!) and frantically went to weigh myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No leh. Never increase. But my face makes me look like I just gained 5kg. So WTH right!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway my fringe is long and I'm starting to pin them up. Let's see if I can keep pinning it until my hair grows long enough or ..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Snip them off! :S Although&amp;nbsp;I think its more of a discipline question. Hah!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm also starting to have this feeling for some friends who looks for me often when they need help and totally forgot about me or using the ignore tactic after the thing is done. Shame on me for thinking this way I know... but hey, it just got proven. I mean I don't think this way for no reason right?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I'm feeling sibei blue about that. The only thing that keeps me happy now is that ALTHOUGH i have a face that is swollen and make me look fatter.. but at least I...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;didnt gain weight. =.=&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;**eyeing all the chicken wings in the kitchen..**&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-6736639851827853619?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6736639851827853619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6736639851827853619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-haven-gain-weight.html' title='I haven&amp;#39;t gain weight. :)'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-4607143030510593447</id><published>2007-11-09T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:54:36.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuteness Overdose Pt. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Those who held a decent conversation with me probably knows that I'm nuts about&amp;nbsp;animals. Especially, Hammie &amp;amp; Rabbit! So I'm going to kill you guys with "Cuteness Overdose" today! Loading might be a little slower than usual.. :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="359" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1160/651411425_043309d1d0.jpg?v=0" width="406"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hi Buddy, yeah yeah.. I'm your host for today's "Cuteness Overdose" programme. What?! You don't believe me? Oh oh! You mean what I'm doing? I'm&amp;nbsp;stretching can't you see!?!? Well yeah buddy, I'm also your hot bod punk rapper at the disco.." *continue stretching*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="319" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1439/1370881187_4356c3cfc2.jpg?v=0" width="413"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"UH! This is my girlfriend Moody.. Well, we call her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff"&gt;Moo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-dy most of the time but today she's really MOODY! Guess she got tired of all that dancing all night! Anyway! She's not the topic of the day.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="299" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/24/66781516_549a1d01c5_m.jpg" width="392"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8040"&gt;"Yo dude, watcha think ya lookin' at!? Get me outta here!! &lt;font size="4"&gt;IM &lt;strong&gt;STUCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is the "father-of-the-topic-of-today". He's called Hamburger and we used to roam the streets, picking up chicks and dance our nights away(i still do) until one day he found &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;someone &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and everyone just started calling him "Hamburger" instead of "&lt;font color="#ff80ff"&gt;Hamsome&lt;/font&gt;" ever since."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="303" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/34/71798396_65aa88b76a_m.jpg" width="393"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*waves* "Hihi!! I'm CHEEZE! Wife of &lt;strike&gt;Hamsome &lt;/strike&gt;Hamburger!" *continue munchin' away*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"With a name like Cheeze, little wonder why the husband changed from Hamsome to Hamburger huh? Anyway, these are their little pop stars. I'm pretty sure they'll dance as well as &lt;strike&gt;Hamsome&lt;/strike&gt; Hamburger in his younger days.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img height="294" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/35/66781517_8610d04cee_m.jpg" width="388"&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Potential Elvis dancing in his sleep*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="294" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/30/66781521_b2c11a8b4d_m.jpg" width="388"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That one probably ate too much... :P"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="291" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/31/66781519_9d957164c9_m.jpg" width="384"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Cute little ones.. except that you wouldn't really guess how the dad&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;looks like."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/34/71798399_361d907b85_m.jpg"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Yo babes! Burger here. Layered with butter, cheeze and HAM!" :) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="1"&gt;*Story is fictional. Take it with a pinch of salt. Photos taken off flickr &amp;amp; yahoo. Right-click mouse for the source.*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-4607143030510593447?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4607143030510593447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4607143030510593447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/cuteness-overdose-pt-1.html' title='Cuteness Overdose Pt. 1'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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://farm1.static.flickr.com/24/66781516_549a1d01c5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31696206.post-8161492429273575974</id><published>2007-11-09T04:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T04:10:17.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never felt any richer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="288" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2072/1922502858_9d0fe8e846.jpg?v=0" width="602"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whenever I look at this, my heart skip not one, but many beats..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;$797.15 for a freaking wisdom tooth! Add $55+$80 for the wisdom tooth extracted&amp;nbsp;less than a month ago;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A freaky &lt;font color="#ff0000" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$927.15&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; in a month!!! *breathe in... breath out*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Honestly, I've never felt any more richer than this. I'm thankful the ordeal is over..(physically or monetary!!!) :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-8161492429273575974?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8161492429273575974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8161492429273575974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/never-felt-any-richer.html' title='Never felt any richer..'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5972222888286138474</id><published>2007-11-07T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T17:04:09.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd Wisdom tooth.. OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I just came back from the dentist @ toa payoh. I think the dentist is better than the one @ admiralty, but with all the bad drilling sound going on it really scares me! Thanks god it ended in about 10mins or so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although it felt like eternity. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ffff00" size="4"&gt;( - .&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;")&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;Their x-ray machine is kinda advance compared to the other dentist that I've been. We must wear this full-suit x-ray thingy on our body and the machine will rotate 360 degrees to scan that one tooth. Also, their drilling machine seems to be able to penetrate concrete wall. I kept clenching my fist throughout the whole 10mins ordeal!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;They're pretty much generous with the injection part as well. It not only numbed my jaw, chin, lips but also my tongue. :S&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;So I was feeling so sad because on the way there I saw alot of good food along toa payoh!! Damnit, why didn't I go and eat before the appointment is near.. and wanted to get my favourite fish soup from a nearby stall but the whole coffeeshop was closed! Don't know if it's closed for renovation or for some holiday thingy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;Wait, you mean they celebrate deepavali? Today's the eve of deepavali right?! DUH!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;Then I took a cab home. The damn cab driver. Don't let me see him again after my wound is ok. I sure complain until he say sorry to me lor. WTH! The moment I got on the cab I think he got something against me la. Keep lecturing me on why I took a cab instead of mrt and kept going on and on. I just ignored him like some nutcase la.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;IF THAT FUCKER HAVE TO TAKE HIS TOOTH OUT I WANT TO SEE WHETHER HE WANTS TO DRIVE, TAKE MRT OR TAKE CAB. FUCK ARSE.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;Somemore not like my house super near leh.. If near ar, I don't mind taking bus and crowding with the others. Problem is it's far, I have to take mrt and change bus plus I wasn't sure when the numbness might go off and the pain start.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;So when I got off the car, I slammed the door damn hard. I wanted to kick it lor and tell him &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;本小姐心情不好不要来惹我!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;But of course I couldn't.. :((&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5972222888286138474?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5972222888286138474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5972222888286138474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/3rd-wisdom-tooth-out.html' title='3rd Wisdom tooth.. OUT!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-7965067488843155044</id><published>2007-11-07T03:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T03:39:35.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drugstore.com Spree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's mom's birthday today.. And we didn't get out for a meal because she and my brother totally forgotten about it! Then now they're blaming each other for it because its rare, once in a few years kind of thing that I actually said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Come ma, I treat you and kor for a decent&amp;nbsp;meal. We can have a seafood feast!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And they forgotten about it!! No wonder they were so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#0080ff" size="3"&gt;grumpy&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..(me too. My crabbie...!!) Anyway, mom went to her workplace today and they got a notice that well.. they might have to go to hongkong at the end of this month for some work seminar kind of thing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm supposed to go, but I skipped it anyway. It's one of those jobs that mom got involved and I'm the translator. I'm skipping the work part, not the touring part!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mom was thinking hard and long about whether she should go just now. I worked my maths, did a quick search online&amp;nbsp;and found that the promotions now actually made it feasible to go. My UTs ain't during that period of time and my new job aint starting till Dec 1! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;...which means I can still take off-days for the weekend job if needed.. Haha! But nothing comes free in this world man. I gotta fork out $500, which is pretty much the sum of the (hotel + air ticket) for a 5D4N trip! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can't wait to try out the &lt;font color="#ff8040" size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUSH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; products at the HK outlet&amp;nbsp;without burning a big hole in my pocket just paying for the SGD$50 shipping from Australia. That's kinda crazy actually, isn't it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So.. the conclusion is that it's 90% confirmed that we're going. I just need to fork out the money.. and mom just got to check with the company for the dates again and the arrangement for me &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#c0c0c0"&gt;&lt;font color="#804000"&gt;(i hope mom don't change her mind..)&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Weets! I guess this is a make-up for the taiwan trip we missed in September because of the Hanoi trip I was on. &lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;*the school really screw it up big-time anyway!*&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can't wait for the food part as well! Dim sum, pudding and all those road side stalls! XDDDDDDDDDDDDD *drools...........*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh.. and I just got a &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;really&amp;nbsp;small spree&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; covered from drugstore.com using &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#80ff00" size="3"&gt;VPOST&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! It's my first time using it and its really cool. Drugstore.com seems pretty fast with the orders, but im not so sure about VPOST since it's only today at 5pm that I've placed the orders!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2001/1891670813_5b6093da8f.jpg?v=0"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Apparantly huh.. the cosmetics in singapore is selling way over-priced or aint working as well as they should. The big brands~ So, the girls got their stuffs overseas at a cheaper price.&amp;nbsp; See the savings? *Hear hoorays behind*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And the shipping's not free okay! It's free because the delivery is made to a address in the US, before it is sent over. I ain't charged for that shipping, but for the US - Singapore shipping it's ..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff" size="4"&gt;Base Charge + Chargeable Weight ($9.16* per kg thereafter)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff" size="4"&gt;Shipping charges: $13.24 + 9.16 (1.3)= $25.148~~$25.15&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is acceptable la.. considering you see what they've got in the shopping bag, some cannot find in Singapore.. Some damn expensive in Singapore.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For example that Revlon. Heard its selling &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;$29.90&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; here! omfg can. The actual price was USD$11.06 (with 20% off already) but somehow there's still this USD$2 off coupon thingy online so its so much cheaper now. USD$9.06 = SGD$13.10&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff" size="3"&gt;Save: $29.90-$13.10=$16.80!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#80ffff" size="3"&gt;(include shipping fee still save at least SGD$10 lor!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;No wonder those pigus want to buy online la!! I was so tempted..(Actually I was very proud I wasn't spending any money until they tempt me.. :P)&amp;nbsp;So I got myself a face polisher. Heh.. And I only realized its one for one after i bought it! :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So i got two at price of one! and I heard it worked wonders. Ahem. Let's see how it goes.. That pretty sums up the whole day. Tomorrow's the time for my third&amp;nbsp;wisdom tooth to be out! I am so happy and sad at the same time.. :((((((&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-7965067488843155044?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7965067488843155044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/7965067488843155044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/drugstorecom-spree.html' title='Drugstore.com Spree!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5494371827688443836</id><published>2007-11-06T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:59:03.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtube: Jay Chou!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I love Jay Chou's emo songs! This is my new favorite: 彩虹&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QAh_K4yb-k0&amp;amp;rel=1" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I never realized he's got a pretty good sense of humour. Lol! (牛仔很忙的!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mmdePizvzBg&amp;amp;rel=1" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5494371827688443836?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5494371827688443836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5494371827688443836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/youtube-jay-chou.html' title='Youtube: Jay Chou!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5103507476403895440</id><published>2007-11-05T01:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T01:27:55.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I turn to you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLd34sH_PNQ&amp;amp;rel=1" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0080"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heart this song. Very much. :'(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think Sushi will be so proud of me today. I scolded... finally. SERIOUSLY in my superb thorn-like tone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All my karma points -- probably gone by now. 0.0&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well.. I was talking to sushi on msn the other day about me feeling bad inside and the conclusion that we've got by the end of the conversation is that I'm probably too used to giving in and tolerating I simply take it as that way and made myself feel so miserable. To add fuel to the flame, I might feel like shit inside and wanna shout them at the loudest that I can but at the end of the&amp;nbsp;day,&amp;nbsp;I would just keep it quiet for the sake of harmony.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who would have thought of this change in me? I guess the&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;'real me'&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;being pressurized for so long&amp;nbsp;so much that&amp;nbsp;I'm so not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#ff8000"&gt;me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; anymore. So I felt miserable and really, really bad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, this chap.. lets call him K. I don't know if its a good thing or bad thing that he's enthu about talking to me BUT he likes to boast, exaggerate and put down others. As if that's not enough, he is someone who sterotypes alot and think he's the only smart guy around repeating his most well-known slogan that well. TO SURVIVE IN THE SOCIETY, YOU GOT TO KNOW CONNECTIONS. NOTHING BUT CONNECTIONS.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That line possibly pisses me off the most. Argg!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He digs on poly students and you know what. He's still planning to go poly(he's in ITE now) and I'm not looking down on anyone or anything but hey, if you think poly is such a you know, useless place to be why are you still coming here? Use your blardy connections and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;get&amp;nbsp;a life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Initially it was all simple and nice. I dislike something he said, I kept it quiet and go around doing my own thing happily. But the negativity just adds on and cumulates like a cumulative graph and the flame in me starts to accelerates too! So I was talking to N when he came and spouted nonsense that made my blood boil.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I gave him a piece of my mind there and right then!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I scolded him a pervert, a crazy ass who's probably too jealous over people who could get to polys and what a sour-grape he is and how childish he is behaving just because he's not there where people are. I told him that he thinks he's really smart but really, I think he's really stupid and mutter alot of other really bad stuffs..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I felt really really guilty after that. N who couldn't catch our language (I scolded him&amp;nbsp;in chinese) sensed that I'm angry and asked what happened. So sweett~ K, that guy who i scolded, apologized to me after a while. I&amp;nbsp;guess.. I owe him a apology too. :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That's pretty much about the outburst that I had today. And I realized something else today!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Was talking to ZK about the different guys and girls in different polys(after K gone off from work) and i think he really did a thorough research -.- I don't remember every thing that he mentioned but I remembered TP girls got the most votes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For being pretty and intelligent (until the guys can't understand them sometimes) Heh. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;RP?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pretty girls are bimbos! The real bimbos. Sigh. Above analysis not by me. (though i agree to a CERTAIN extent.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For once..&amp;nbsp;I'm very thankful that I'm not pretty. :{&lt;/p&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; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5103507476403895440?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5103507476403895440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5103507476403895440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-turn-to-you.html' title='I turn to you..'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-4840495996273766716</id><published>2007-11-02T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T22:34:27.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammie! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://74.86.142.202/~tearswep/humanpets/images/cute.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How cute can a hammie get? Syrian hammies have&amp;nbsp;great hold so I'm not surprised.. haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-4840495996273766716?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4840495996273766716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4840495996273766716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/hammie-d.html' title='Hammie! :D'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-8058449983031936871</id><published>2007-11-01T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:24:53.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我们的纪念</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;电视剧: 放羊的星星歌曲 &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;数不清的泪 &lt;br&gt;我又哭了好几回&lt;br&gt;幻化成蝶 &lt;br&gt;停留在这片落叶&lt;br&gt;被风化的雪 &lt;br&gt;埋藏在千年以前&lt;br&gt;我用尽一生的思念 &lt;br&gt;只为等着你出现&lt;br&gt;回忆渐渐凋谢落在我身边 &lt;br&gt;唤不醒原来还跳动的画面&lt;br&gt;就让我留在轮回的边缘 &lt;br&gt;等一道光线&lt;br&gt;看见某年某月我们之间 &lt;br&gt;曾经说过的预言 &lt;br&gt;就让他带走你的那瞬间 &lt;br&gt;成为我们的纪念&lt;br&gt;谁能发现我的世界 &lt;br&gt;曾经有过你的脸 &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;p&gt;好美既伤感的歌词啊... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-8058449983031936871?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8058449983031936871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8058449983031936871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='我们的纪念'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-4547083784958787663</id><published>2007-10-31T00:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T00:19:49.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Decisions.. decisions.. decision!! All at the wrong time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have decided to work for the upcoming IT fair. Then my boss for my weekend job said he might be sending me to another location for promotion during that period of time, increasing my pay from $6/hr to $7/hr excluding the 5% commission I'd take.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I thought.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Hmm.. just get days off for the IT Fair!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One of the telecom company here notices me and said I'm recruited through the school for this job that pays me $7/hr for the first 3 months and $9/hr for the 6months afterwards.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In addition, I get $600 if I complete the contract successfully..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So duh.. This job starts on the same DAY as the IT Fair and my current job.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Someone please tell me what to do..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-4547083784958787663?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4547083784958787663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/4547083784958787663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/10/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-6007231769754320490</id><published>2007-10-30T03:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T03:53:11.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe: EZ Healthy Pasta Mix!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The bad mood streak is still there I guess. The unwillingness, the bad feelings that just grows and spurts out of nowhere.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But I had a pretty good time in school today with the mates. We got chips up to the class again for a mini-party session and wanted to get to a talk during lunch-time but which turned out to be too crowed. I mean, just imagine people queuing up for hello-kitty multiply by.. two or three?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Horrible. We turned back the moment we saw the crowd which turned out to be a pretty good thing because we didn't finish our work&amp;nbsp;until the last minute. POOF! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Walked back with Suhaili and Blake to the interchange and a light dinner. Eh well, to be honest I had the kid's meal at McDonalds. For some reason, I'm addicted to the grilled chicken bun and its like the only thing that will make me eat a sliced tomato - raw. So I got them to help me get one without the toy of course! Came home, cooked&amp;nbsp;a really simple and healthy pasta dish for my brother who's busy playing his game.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;Chopped and peeled prawns (chop into 3 parts depending on how big your prawn is)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Diced carrots&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Chopped Cauliflower&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Marinated and sliced chicken.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Pasta sauce (I prefer Prego's fresh mushroom)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, my family members are the meat people. They like and wont be full if there's no meat in the meal. So there was lots of chicken in the refrigerator. But I love carrots, cauliflowers and thought we must add them in for that vitamin A and fibre. Typical F&amp;amp;N student, except that I failed them in secondary school years. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Method&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Get a big pan, throw in the carrots and cauliflower. Add in a little water and let the fire do the work. You don't have to add in too much water, maybe half covering your diced carrots. Reason being these vegetables they consists of high water content and after heating the pan up, they actually forces the water out of them. The idea is to soften the vegetables, not to make it so watery that it'll dilute your sauce later on.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After you're done, throw in the chicken first (you can still leave the vegetables inside, if your pan is big enough,&amp;nbsp;move it to the side) and then the prawns. Don't worry about overcooking, its kinda hard to..especially when there wasn't even one drop of oil added to the dish. Simply flip over for the chicken and prawn if they turns white and red on one side. (partially cooked)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="371" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2225/1799560245_84d81de04d_m.jpg" width="493"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mix in pasta sauce, shake in some italian herbs from the shaker. (you can get italian herbs from supermarket normally in a small glass bottle.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Viola! You should get this.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2313/1799560243_97e929fa7f.jpg?v=0"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You can also add in some water if you find the sauces too thick but personally i felt there wasn't a need too since there's still some liquid left in the pan used for the vegetable softening and cooking of the meat. Would love to add in mushrooms, as in big mushrooms sliced except that we have emptied our mushroom inventory. :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Serves with rice/spaghetti or even bread as fillings. &lt;strong&gt;Serves 3-4&lt;/strong&gt; for above picture that I've taken.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;You don't have to wait for the prawn and chicken to be fully cooked to flip them over. Overcooked chicken are tough and overcooked prawn taste powdery to me. To check if chicken's cooked, simply use something to poke through. If it can be easily poked (or a white liquid flows after poking), it is done. Prawn usually get cooked real fast so no worries there. A non-stain pan might be a good investment. I used tefal's, the one that has a red ring in the middle which indicate when the pan is hot. It's really good because it doesn't splatter things around, cooks evenly and hassle-free when it comes to cleaning. :D&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-6007231769754320490?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6007231769754320490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6007231769754320490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/10/recipe-ez-healthy-pasta-mix.html' title='Recipe: EZ Healthy Pasta Mix!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2225/1799560245_84d81de04d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31696206.post-1662807862230752292</id><published>2007-10-29T00:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T00:21:43.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad mood streak</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am having a bad mood streak.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;During this period I behave like a mad cow, mad woman and mad bitch. I get angry at the slightest thing and felt like I've lost control. It was so bad that I screamed at my maternal uncle (screw the MCPs!!) while I was at work yesterday afternoon. I could have swore people heard me screaming on the phone at him and it didn't end there. In fact, I came home and screamed at my mom for letting him call me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I felt like a crazy creature. My chest felt so.. suffocated. I thought I felt my cholestrol level goes on a roller coaster ride!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Remember I blogged about not feeling like giving in? I felt all the more now.. In fact I felt so bad I couldn't resist a verbal lash at anyone who tries anything funny or try to provoke me. In short, I was a monster for the past couple of days.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I rejected to help my friend who is rushing their PP on the last minute. I wasn't in the mood for anything. I don't even feel like talking. I'm not going to be putting on a mask when I'm talking with people who have well, who knows how many masks behind their happy grins. It's pretentious and made me nauseous!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's the last week of school starting from tomorrow. Well, at least before school is back after the one week break, of which I'll be spending on another wisdom tooth op, nursing and deprived of food.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sigh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I suspect my bad mood streak has something to do with the people I'm been in contact with and the lack of sleep. The people I'm with.. they are either sterotyp-ers or made me felt like slapping them over and over again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On an additional note, I wish I didn't have much committments. I guess I'm not suited for long-time committments..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1662807862230752292?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1662807862230752292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1662807862230752292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/10/bad-mood-streak.html' title='Bad mood streak'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-8872590382337261246</id><published>2007-10-26T04:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T04:44:53.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The irony of life is when you have so much to do, so much to say and so much to make known but yet, you're powerless in letting it be known.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It hasn't been an exactly&amp;nbsp;great week, with gloomy clouds hovering over our heads. Somehow it just reminded me of Mdm Ong.. How we thought she was getting well and teaching again when suddenly.. in one flash, she's gone. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Regrets is something I'd always loathe and helpless about and somehow.. I'm thinking of people I'm not supposed to miss.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To my best movie kaki &amp;amp; book&amp;nbsp;buddy:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm helpless because I know whatever can be said wouldn't bring back the one you love. It's a difficult time and I know there are things you wanna say, to make up for and everything. But&amp;nbsp;I believe he'd want the people he loves to be happy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm bad with words, really. But I prayed for time to heal the wounds, for god to bless your daddy and everyone who's going through a difficult time now..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't know what I can do, but I hope whatever little can be done will helps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-8872590382337261246?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8872590382337261246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8872590382337261246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/10/gloomy-week.html' title='Gloomy week'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-5169215884795507882</id><published>2007-10-25T01:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T01:55:49.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WANTED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Saw this from Weishi's blog. It's so funny and cute! :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="366" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YlqZyyN0jF0/RxcfdPkF52I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ZJumwIBhsRU/s320/pic_onion.gif" width="274"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are word to be said, to be out of the system but somehow they never&amp;nbsp;seems to get&amp;nbsp;beyond the fence of&amp;nbsp;pride and ego.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-5169215884795507882?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5169215884795507882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/5169215884795507882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/10/wanted.html' title='WANTED!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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://bp2.blogger.com/_YlqZyyN0jF0/RxcfdPkF52I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ZJumwIBhsRU/s72-c/pic_onion.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31696206.post-8170896194672996202</id><published>2007-10-23T01:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T01:44:07.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Random Random!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have no idea why my lower jaw is giving me the numbing pain now instead of the upper jaw which I have just extracted the tooth from. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and.. I don't wish to survive on painkillers!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Charmaine, it seems that you are&amp;nbsp;and must go for the third wisdom tooth removal. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-8170896194672996202?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8170896194672996202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/8170896194672996202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-random-random.html' title='Random Random Random!'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-727675679206465588</id><published>2007-10-22T16:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T16:13:48.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>容祖儿　－　别说爱我</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="width: 403px; height: 329px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OTOJzENLfNk" width="403" height="329" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Another of Joey Yung's MV. 别说爱我　；）&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sorry but I've been a lil' lazy in blogging and uploading pictures and stuffs. But am thinking of getting to taiwan in Feb 08, so anyone interested msg me. I mean, year 3 gonna be a busy year and then off we're in the society or in uni, working and mugging our arse off. Where got time right?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-727675679206465588?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/727675679206465588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/727675679206465588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_22.html' title='容祖儿　－　别说爱我'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-6026759449979033900</id><published>2007-10-20T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T00:21:38.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom tooth woe &amp; the strained ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;**warning: long entry ahead*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's really ironic that the person you thought you can place your trust in turns out to be the one who deceives you the most. I'm always a sucker at believing in the right people i guess! Or maybe, I'm just too forgiving in human nature and lies.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Arrg! The irony..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway I've been cooping up myself in my room or either that I'm out working, studying or galivanting around the town. It feels good not to be conversing at home really. Although I know for a fact why that is so.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Because I don't feel like forgiving anymore. I don't feel like giving in anymore. I just feel like doing things I like, my rights and saying things to hurt people just like the way they hurt me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Am I self-fish?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In school I'm still the happy-go-lucky, occasionally skiving only to be rushing and stressing through the completion of the day's project and finally heave a sigh of relief when the presentation is over. Still jokes with my mates, still talk and you know, just get the day over with. I'm enjoying day-out-and-away-from-home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I had a consultation with the dentist yesterday evening. Went with my classmate who had a infection at her wisdom tooth site (sigh, i knew it only too well when she described her symptoms) and although I know I'm for sure to have to remove my wisdom tooth at the left lower jaw too; it just didn't occurs to me that I have to take 2 x-rays and get 2 wisdom tooth removed, the other being the left upper jaw.. Ok, so here it comes. One bad news and one good news.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The bad news is, I've got to get to a specialist for my lower jaw wisdom tooth. Apparantly it was too big, too deep and too near my nerve system that it could be dangerous if the dentist do it for me. So I've got to spend&amp;nbsp;a whoopin' 700 bucks on a specialist. The good news? The upper jaw just need a mere extraction at 80 bucks, a save of $320 if I&amp;nbsp;need a surgery for that!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I've got to spend near to $900 to get these tooths&amp;nbsp;off before they mess up everything in my mouth. The money is a concern, but so is the pain! I can't imagine myself getting yakked out later at the dental clinic, nor can I imagine myself not eating as much as I usually do. My mood probably gets into a roller coaster ride from all these depressing thoughts of not being able to eat my favorite food or as much as I do...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-6026759449979033900?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6026759449979033900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/6026759449979033900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/10/wisdom-tooth-woe-strained-ones.html' title='wisdom tooth woe &amp;amp; the strained ones'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-3254225510456285246</id><published>2007-10-19T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T01:11:52.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>心淡 - 容祖儿</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 379px; height: 318px" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ReBvXnQyUs" width="379" height="318" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;心淡 by Joey Yeung (容祖儿)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All I can say is, it's a really nice song.. Especially on lonely nights. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-3254225510456285246?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3254225510456285246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/3254225510456285246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_19.html' title='心淡 - 容祖儿'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-1962530243715522648</id><published>2007-10-18T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T23:23:14.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malu Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The sun rose from the west this morning. Apparantly.. blah blah blah messaged me on msn and asked if we could have dinner together on saturday night. Thinking it's my ex-classmate who worked in the same location as me have been transferred again, I told him that I've changed location.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The debate went on for some time until I realized. OPPS! Wrong person.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Throw face until Canada already! :S&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nothing much to update actually since my life is rather.. mundane. Lol..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1962530243715522648?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1962530243715522648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1962530243715522648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/10/malu-again.html' title='Malu Again'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-1595834382418909632</id><published>2007-10-17T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:22:18.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piggies' K-box Trip! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Had a great time singing(ok, screaming) at k-box with jing, lean and mm. Initially wanted to get them to this ktv that my colleague at work recommended.. but wth lor. damn old songs can. We can't run out of that place fast enough. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Especially when the lady serving us look like she have a parang hidden somewhere..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway! We spent only $10/pax on the k-box due to this 5 year anniversary promotion la. Sing until my throat sounds like wubai now and we had tze cha at chinatown. Food was okay, just don't try the satay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Instead of being bbq over the charcoal, they are deep-fried. When the satay have enough lard on it already.. Eww..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;and someone almost cried because the dinner was meant to celebrate her birthday..(aiya, we couldn't find the cake she likes! so..) and the funny thing is the someone held back on her tears when one of us say "actually the dinner treat is random one.. we just treat you lor.. not for your birthday ok!" ahahahah which is obviously a joke la. But so evil lor! :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tabao-ed my favorite egg pudding back from china town. Heh! :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;**Mood is not very good now for some reason.&amp;nbsp;My mood is so&amp;nbsp;easily influenced lor! But I think the adult is such a big turn-off and asshole... Not noble act noble. Turns out to be such a lowdown dirty slut. I know its wrong to say that but how to put it across otherwise? I am careful about who reads this though. So don't worry..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-1595834382418909632?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1595834382418909632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/1595834382418909632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/10/piggies-k-box-trip-d.html' title='Piggies&amp;#39; K-box Trip! :D'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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-31696206.post-2863663759728978891</id><published>2007-10-15T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T15:10:37.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tale of Misfortunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Story telling time is here! Today it is about&amp;nbsp;the tale of misfortunes that I am destined to meet yesterday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I woke up early, wore my favorite old reebok&amp;nbsp;sneakers to work which is by the way, &amp;gt;5years old. I love this shoe so much I just refused to throw it away even after the sole got detached.I bought a very expensive glue.. just to glue it back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The glue works well. Really well! Except that I didn't realize that the bottom were all wore out and it just became.. 'friction-less' and turn into a superb skating sneaker instead.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aiyo.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I ended up flying my way there to my workplace. I skated my way through&amp;nbsp;everywhere. Really!..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So what happen is I couldn't take it anymore and went to get a new shoe at royal sporting house. Heng ar! Got 20% off, whatsmore it was the last day on offer. So ok lor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's only after I got the shoe then I realized.. I have only a few dollars to my name for lunch and dinner, plus I didn't bring the card with money out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;All&amp;nbsp; I had with me is a pathetic POSB go! card with $6.92 inside. I...&amp;nbsp;sadded! :(&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then I thought of phoning mom to get her to deposit money for me but guess what?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"NO! I am not going... I am going gai gai"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"huh! why like that!! mama please? *trying to sound eh. pleading. cute. innocent.*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"hahahah.. NO. :D" - i heard her grinnings from over the phone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now tell me people.. WHERE IS THE LOVE!?!?!??!?! ;((((&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;**** &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Went home and cooked pizza for myself. At least mom was humane enough this time&amp;nbsp;to help me with the marinating of the chicken.. hahahah. I substitute prata base for pizza, added&amp;nbsp;shredded crab meat and marinated peppery chicken to my pizza. My brother took a look at my finished product and said:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"Eat le will die not?!" to which my mom reply and say&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"you don see her food ugly like dabian(shit) but sometimes it taste reallyy goood!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't&amp;nbsp; know to smile or to be angry at her leh.. for saying my food looks like shit!?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But anyway, brother took a bite and then asked for a second helping after that and is convinced of my "cut-throw-mix-bake" cooking skill. Heh. I is lihai okay! :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So I decided.. I will cook again. Maybe later la. Since I haven't got anything to eat since morning. Except for one bao and one hot milo. Sigh. SQL driving me crazy sometimes. OH! And I seldom add cheese in my pizza now. Reason being I can't find the cheese that I like. The Danish cheese or something.. or either that I'm too lazy to shred /cut it. Hah! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Time for test in a while. WTFFFF.. People just wish me best of luck okay? :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;**I took pictures of my very pretty pizza except that I misplaced my wires and now I can't get it into my laptop. Nice one Charmaine, seriously.. :S**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31696206-2863663759728978891?l=rant-guru.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/2863663759728978891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31696206/posts/default/2863663759728978891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rant-guru.blogspot.com/2007/10/tale-of-misfortunes.html' title='Tale of Misfortunes'/><author><name>Ignorant one</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>
