<?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-6116759</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:00:09.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><subtitle type='html'>Got Blog?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-3596495620889960846</id><published>2007-08-10T03:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T03:36:30.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/black.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, comfort and calm are very important.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-3596495620889960846?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/3596495620889960846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/3596495620889960846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-personality-profile-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-8891971757950483379</id><published>2007-08-10T03:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T03:34:57.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Personality Disorder Test Results &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;74%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#obsessive-compulsive"&gt; Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder.html"&gt; Take Free Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-8891971757950483379?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/8891971757950483379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/8891971757950483379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2007/08/personality-disorder-test-results.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-3740644463486875376</id><published>2007-08-10T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T03:26:50.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's an improvement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" style="border: 1px solid #333333; margin: 10px;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; font: bold 16px sans-serif; background: #ffddbb; color: #000000; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 18px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: 1px solid #333333; border-left: none; border-right: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelgrebar.gif" height="12" width="96" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 4.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" height="12" width="92" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 4.6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" height="12" width="134" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 6.7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/oryelbar.gif" height="12" width="70" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 3.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/oryelbar.gif" height="12" width="64" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 3.2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/redorbar.gif" height="12" width="28" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 1.4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="width: 85px; padding: 5px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; border-right: 1px solid #333333; background-image: none; background: #ffffcc; color: #000000;"&gt;Finance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="width: 240px; padding: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font: bold 12px sans-serif; text-align: left; border: none; vertical-align: middle; background-image: none; background: #ffffff; color: #000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" height="12" width="122" style="border: 1px solid #000000; border-left: none; vertical-align: middle; padding: 0px; margin: 0px;"&gt; 6.1&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: none; border-top: 1px solid #333333; font: bold 14px sans-serif; background: #ffeedd; padding: 5px; margin: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html" style="color: #0000ff;"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-3740644463486875376?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/3740644463486875376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/3740644463486875376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-my-life-rated-life-4.html' title='It&apos;s an improvement.'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-113415401663643162</id><published>2005-12-10T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T02:50:52.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 51, 51); margin: 10px;" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border: medium none ; margin: 0px; padding: 5px; background: rgb(255, 221, 187) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(51, 51, 51) rgb(51, 51, 51) rgb(51, 51, 51) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; padding: 5px; background: rgb(255, 255, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 85px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: solid none; border-color: rgb(51, 51, 51) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px medium; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 240px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 18px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" height="12" width="86" /&gt; 4.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none solid none none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color rgb(51, 51, 51) -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1px medium medium; padding: 5px; background: rgb(255, 255, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 85px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 240px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/oryelbar.gif" style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" height="12" width="68" /&gt; 3.4&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none solid none none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color rgb(51, 51, 51) -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1px medium medium; padding: 5px; background: rgb(255, 255, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 85px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 240px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" height="12" width="114" /&gt; 5.7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none solid none none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color rgb(51, 51, 51) -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1px medium medium; padding: 5px; background: rgb(255, 255, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 85px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 240px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/oryelbar.gif" style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" height="12" width="60" /&gt; 3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none solid none none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color rgb(51, 51, 51) -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1px medium medium; padding: 5px; background: rgb(255, 255, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 85px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 240px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/oryelbar.gif" style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" height="12" width="70" /&gt; 3.5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none solid none none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color rgb(51, 51, 51) -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1px medium medium; padding: 5px; background: rgb(255, 255, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 85px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 240px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/redbar.gif" style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" height="12" width="1" /&gt; 0&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-style: none solid none none; border-color: -moz-use-text-color rgb(51, 51, 51) -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color; border-width: medium 1px medium medium; padding: 5px; background: rgb(255, 255, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 85px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: medium none ; padding: 5px 5px 5px 0px; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; width: 240px; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: left; vertical-align: middle; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" style="border-style: solid solid solid none; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px 1px 1px medium; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" height="12" width="86" /&gt; 4.3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="border-style: solid none none; border-color: rgb(51, 51, 51) -moz-use-text-color -moz-use-text-color; border-width: 1px medium medium; margin: 0px; padding: 5px; background: rgb(255, 238, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; font-family: sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 14px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Your Life Analysis:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/advice-life.html"&gt;Life&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Your life rating is a score of the sum total of your life, and accounts for how satisfied, successful, balanced, capable, valuable, and happy you are. The quiz attempts to put a number on the summation of all of these things, based on your answers. Your life score is on the low end. Making key changes to different aspects of your life will bring you greater fulfillment. Do not be discouraged. Seek help outside yourself if need be. There is always time to change, and change will bring many rewards. (Read more on &lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/life.html"&gt;improving your life&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Mind:&lt;/b&gt; Your mind rating is a score of your mind's clarity, ability, and health. Higher scores indicate an advancement in knowledge, clear and capable thinking, high mental health, and pure thought free of interference. Your mind score is rather low, which means that your mental state is not in tune. Learn to filter out the noise of everyday life. Unplug, relax, read a good book. Take up a new area of study. Simplify and focus your mental energy and your mind function will improve. &lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/advice-mind.html"&gt;Read advice from other quiz-takers on improving the mind.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Body:&lt;/b&gt; Your body rating measures your body's health, fitness, and general wellness. A healthy body contributes to a happy life, however many of us are lacking in this area. Your body score is fairly average, which means there is room for improvement. Keep a focus on your physical health. Protect your body as it is your most valuable physical asset. Nutrition, stress reduction, and exercise are key. &lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/advice-body.html"&gt;Read advice from other quiz-takers on improving the body.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; Your spirit rating seeks to capture in a number that elusive quality which is found in your faith, your attitude, and your philosophy on life. A higher score indicates a greater sense of inner peace and balance. You seem to be lacking in spirit. Improve your score by refining your beliefs and searching for answers to philosophical questions. Consider new belief systems if your current beliefs are not rewarding you. &lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/advice-spirit.html"&gt;Read advice from other quiz-takers on improving the spirit.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;/b&gt; Your friends and family rating measures your relationships with those around you, and is based on how large, healthy, and dependable your social network is. Your friends and family score suffers, yet it does not need to be this way. Strengthen your social network by reaffirming old bonds. Seek out new friendships, and they will provide you the reward you need. Try using &lt;a href="http://www.kqzyfj.com/7l101biroiq57DAAFBE5769FC877" target="_top" onmouseover="window.status='http://www.meetup.com/';return true;" onmouseout="window.status=' ';return true;"&gt;MeetUp.com&lt;/a&gt; to find people near you who share your interests. &lt;img src="http://www.tqlkg.com/mj70r6Az42OQWTTYUXOQPSYVRQQ" border="0" height="4" width="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Love:&lt;/b&gt; Your love rating is a measure of your current romantic situation. Sharing your heart with another person is one of life's most glorious, terrifying, rewarding experiences. Your love score is very low, indicating trouble. There is love out there for you. Seek the advice of wise people on how to go about finding it. Do not lose hope. &lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/advice-love.html"&gt;Read advice from other quiz-takers on finding and maintaining love.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;Finance:&lt;/b&gt; Your finance rating is a score that rates your current financial health and stability. Your financial score indicates some trouble. Raise your score over time by making changes which will lead to greater prosperity in the future. Be sure to live within your means today. &lt;a href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/advice-mind.html"&gt;Read advice from other quiz-takers on improving your finances.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-113415401663643162?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/113415401663643162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/113415401663643162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-my-life-ratedlife-4.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-113415397819143433</id><published>2005-12-10T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T02:49:43.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Slip Out The Back"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know me, I used to get caught up in everyday life&lt;br /&gt;Tried to make it through my day so i could sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;Tried to figure out my way through the maze&lt;br /&gt;Of rights and wrongs, but like you used to say&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels like it's really worth it&lt;br /&gt;Forget perfect, i'm trying not to be worthless&lt;br /&gt;Since i last saw you i been lookin for a purpose&lt;br /&gt;Well i met this kid who thought like i did&lt;br /&gt;He had a weird way of lookin at it&lt;br /&gt;This is what he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slip out the back before they know you were there&lt;br /&gt;And at the worst you'll see nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;Cos you dont wana be around when it all goes down&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes know when to be scared&lt;br /&gt;Slip out the back before they know you were there&lt;br /&gt;And at the worst you'll see nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;Cos you dont wana be around when it all goes down&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes know when to be scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont remember where i met him or remember his name&lt;br /&gt;But he walked funny like he was too big for his frame&lt;br /&gt;Just over five foot but he weighed a buck fifty&lt;br /&gt;And what he said just seemed so right it stuck with me&lt;br /&gt;Listen its like poker you can play your best&lt;br /&gt;But you got to know when to fold your cards and take a rest&lt;br /&gt;And know when to hold your cards and hold your breath&lt;br /&gt;And hope that nobody else is stacking the deck because&lt;br /&gt;I dont need to tell you that life isnt fair, it doesnt care&lt;br /&gt;It arbitrarily cuts off your air, and like you i want someone to say its okay&lt;br /&gt;But in the truest parts of our hearts everybody's afraid&lt;br /&gt;But just underappreciated and overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;Fighting so hard to hide our fear that were scaring ourselves&lt;br /&gt;You understand when im saying that you always did&lt;br /&gt;But its different in the words of a cowardly kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slip out the back before they know you were there&lt;br /&gt;And at the worst you'll see nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;Cos you dont wana be around when it all goes down&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes know when to be scared&lt;br /&gt;Slip out the back before they know you were there&lt;br /&gt;And at the worst you'll see nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;Cos you dont wana be around when it all goes down&lt;br /&gt;Even heroes know when to be scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im no hero, you remember how i was, you know&lt;br /&gt;All i ever did was worry, feeling out of control&lt;br /&gt;To the point where everything was going end over end&lt;br /&gt;Im spinning around in circles again&lt;br /&gt;This is where you come in&lt;br /&gt;All of this to explain to you why&lt;br /&gt;I had to separate myself away from yesterday's life&lt;br /&gt;Please remember this isn't how i hoped it would be&lt;br /&gt;But i had to protect you from me&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i slipped out the back before you knew i was there&lt;br /&gt;I know you felt unprepared&lt;br /&gt;But every single time i was around i just bring you down&lt;br /&gt;And i could tell that it was time to be scared&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i slipped out the back before you knew i was there&lt;br /&gt;And i know the way i left wasnt fair&lt;br /&gt;I didnt want to be around just to bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Im not a hero but dont think i didnt care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-113415397819143433?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/113415397819143433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/113415397819143433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2005/12/slip-out-back-you-know-me-i-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-113372639585479170</id><published>2005-12-05T03:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T03:59:55.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Personality Disorder Test Results &lt;table style="background: rgb(221, 221, 221) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; color: black;" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;46%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;86%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;22%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder_info.html#obsessive-compulsive"&gt; Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt; ||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;14%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/personality_disorder.html"&gt; Take Free Personality Disorder Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Disorder Info&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;table bgcolor="white" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="100%"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;          &lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;           &lt;div align="center"&gt;            Eccentric Personality Disorders: Paranoid, Schizoid, Schizotypal&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt; Individuals with these disorders often appear odd or peculiar.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;Paranoid&lt;/b&gt; Personality Disorder - individual generally tends to interpret the actions of others as threatening.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Schizoid&lt;/b&gt; Personality Disorder - individual generally detached from social relationships, and shows a narrow range of emotional expression in various social settings.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/b&gt; Personality Disorder - individual is uncomfortable in close relationships, has thought or perceptual distortions, and peculiarities of behavior.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;div align="center"&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="white" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="100%"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;          &lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;           &lt;div align="center"&gt;            Dramatic Personality Disorders: Antisocial, Borderline, Histrionic, and Narcissistic&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;  Individuals with these disorders have intense, unstable emotions, distorted self-perception, and/or behavioral impulsiveness.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;Antisocial&lt;/b&gt; Personality Disorder - individual shows a pervasive disregard for, and violation of, the rights of others.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;Borderline&lt;/b&gt; Personality Disorder - individual shows a generalized pattern of instability in interpersonal relationships, self-image, and observable emotions, and significant impulsiveness.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;Histrionic&lt;/b&gt; Personality Disorder - individual often displays excessive emotionality and attention seeking in various contexts. They tend to overreact to other people, and are often perceived as shallow and self-centered.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/b&gt; Personality Disorder - individual has a grandiose view of themselves, a need for admiration, and a lack of empathy that begins by early adulthood and is present in various situations. These individuals are very demanding in their relationships.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;div align="center"&gt;        &lt;table bgcolor="white" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="100%"&gt;         &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;          &lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;           &lt;div align="center"&gt;            Anxious Personality Disorders: Avoidant, Dependent, Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/td&gt;         &lt;/tr&gt;        &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;Individuals with these disorders often appear anxious or fearful.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;Avoidant&lt;/b&gt; Personality Disorder - individual is socially inhibited, feels inadequate, and is oversensitive to criticism&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;Dependent&lt;/b&gt; Personality Disorder - individual shows an extreme need to be taken care of that leads to fears of separation, and passive and clinging behavior.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/b&gt; Personality Disorder - individual is preoccupied with orderliness, perfectionism, and control at the expense of flexibility, openness, and efficiency.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-113372639585479170?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/113372639585479170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/113372639585479170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2005/12/personality-disorder-test-results.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-113068077898699569</id><published>2005-10-30T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:59:38.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPO</title><content type='html'>As you can see (whoever you are.), i've decided to take this blog public on blogshares. &lt;br /&gt;buy my shares! link to me! whatever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-113068077898699569?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/113068077898699569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/113068077898699569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2005/10/ipo.html' title='IPO'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-112014837188521171</id><published>2005-07-01T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T00:19:31.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/shortestpersonalitytest/black.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, comfort and calm are very important.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-112014837188521171?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/112014837188521171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/112014837188521171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-are-elegant-withdrawn-and.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-110424552102033181</id><published>2004-12-28T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T22:52:01.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v383/Decarn/9.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v383/Decarn/7.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v383/Decarn/5.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v383/Decarn/3.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v383/Decarn/1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-110424552102033181?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/110424552102033181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/110424552102033181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-110407732482659577</id><published>2004-12-27T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T00:08:44.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah Humbug</title><content type='html'>merry xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-110407732482659577?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/110407732482659577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/110407732482659577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/12/bah-humbug.html' title='Bah Humbug'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-110364509344318874</id><published>2004-12-22T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T00:04:53.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's the time of the year again. when everyone's merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-110364509344318874?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/110364509344318874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/110364509344318874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-110303892083098614</id><published>2004-12-14T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T23:42:15.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Prophets - Hello Again</title><content type='html'>Hello again, why so old?,&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't time your friend? I must be told&lt;br /&gt;Hello again, it seems to long&lt;br /&gt;Since we last met, how has it gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't accept the blame, I would, I would not complain,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause i'm sure it wasn't your own fault&lt;br /&gt;That you never made it out your vault&lt;br /&gt;Just lock the door, and find some time to scream&lt;br /&gt;To scream again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say "when" and you'll stop the pain of your life,&lt;br /&gt;Bring it to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Just say "when" and you could make amends&lt;br /&gt;Just say hello, say hello again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again, it's not that hard.&lt;br /&gt;No dead ends, even with the scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't accept the blame, I would, I would not complain,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm sure it wasn't your own fault&lt;br /&gt;That you never made it out your vault&lt;br /&gt;Just lock the door, and find some time to scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say "when" and you'll stop the pain of your life,&lt;br /&gt;Bring it to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Just say "when" and you could make amends&lt;br /&gt;Just say hello, say hello again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no home, you lost your throne, where has it gone?,&lt;br /&gt;Well it could all come back,&lt;br /&gt;But you're being led by the walking dead,&lt;br /&gt;You stumble and you cracked the ground,&lt;br /&gt;You're pinned down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Say "when" you could stop the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Just Say "when", and you could make amends&lt;br /&gt;Just say hello, say hello again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello again, hello again, hello again, hello again, hello again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end if you just say hello again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-110303892083098614?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/110303892083098614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/110303892083098614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/12/lost-prophets-hello-again.html' title='Lost Prophets - Hello Again'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-110052105863609377</id><published>2004-11-15T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T20:17:38.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The meaning of life is…&lt;br /&gt;Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;longer version&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All life exists to recreate itself. Blast an island to dust with a&lt;br /&gt;volcano and within a few years stuff is growing all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because it MUST. Follow the chain up from RNA and you get&lt;br /&gt;replicating organisms. Why are we here? To reproduce. We eat so&lt;br /&gt;we're strong enough to have sex. All else is justification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug Finner&lt;br /&gt;Alexandria, NH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From : &lt;a href="http://life.shutterline.com/responses.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-110052105863609377?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/110052105863609377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/110052105863609377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/11/meaning-of-life-is-life.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-110001197275815657</id><published>2004-11-09T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T22:52:52.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minor updates done. nothin much to say, cept i'm kinda busy nowadays, what with money woes (as usual) and my dad being in hospital for a heart attack on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson of the day, heart attacks are expensive shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-110001197275815657?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/110001197275815657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/110001197275815657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/11/minor-updates-done.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-109906252109295194</id><published>2004-10-29T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T23:08:41.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediacorp Radio Subaru WRX Challenge 2004</title><content type='html'>Well, i'm going to take part in the above-mentioned competition tommorrow morning. It's supposed to be a 5 day event, til wednesday evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the details &lt;a href="http://www.mediacorpradio.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Come support me if you're free. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-109906252109295194?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109906252109295194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109906252109295194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/10/mediacorp-radio-subaru-wrx-challenge.html' title='Mediacorp Radio Subaru WRX Challenge 2004'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-109846884000521150</id><published>2004-10-23T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T02:14:00.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Take the quiz: &lt;a href="http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=1988"&gt;"What does your birth month reveal about you?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;November&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Has lots of extraordinary ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinkforward. Unique. brilliant. Sharp thinking. Fine, strong clairvoyance. make good doctors. Dynamic. Secretive. Inquisitive. Know how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative. amiable. Brave. generous. Patient. Stubborn. hardhearted. Determined. Never quit. Hardly become angry unless provoked. Love to be alone. Think differently. Sharp-minded. Motivate self. Dont appreciate praises. Highspirited. Well-built, tough. Deep love, emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest. Keepsecrets. Cant control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-109846884000521150?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109846884000521150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109846884000521150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/10/take-quiz-what-does-your-birth-month.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-109509143815586927</id><published>2004-09-14T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T00:03:58.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Page In The Universe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://maddox.xmission.com/"&gt;The Best Page In The Universe.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect no less. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-109509143815586927?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://maddox.xmission.com/' title='The Best Page In The Universe.'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109509143815586927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109509143815586927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/09/best-page-in-universe.html' title='The Best Page In The Universe.'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-109458350790119802</id><published>2004-09-08T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T03:03:05.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just finished watching American Beauty by Sam Mendes. don't know if it's just me, but i was pretty much laughing throughout. in a dark comedy sorta way. especially the final encounter between the lead and the colonel. so who's really normal in this world? btw i need to get a digital video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah i know it's an old movie, but i don't really like watching new releases. better to have someone else rate the movie for me i say. plus it's cheaper that way. plus i get to go on pee breaks and for refills, in my own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, the reason why i'm posting this at this time is cause it's my off days. since last saturday til wednesday, so i'll be goin back to camp on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-109458350790119802?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109458350790119802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109458350790119802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-finished-watching-american-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-109457464865239476</id><published>2004-09-08T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T03:01:23.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=11952391"&gt;Friendster - ichigothirteen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out, she's pretty cute. though i wonder if she's really has that many friends. 13 X 500 = 6500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-109457464865239476?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=11952391' title=''/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109457464865239476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109457464865239476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/09/friendster-ichigothirteen-check-this.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-109453030183630093</id><published>2004-09-07T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T12:11:41.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just woke up. had a dream about her just now. was talking to her... it felt so normal and casual, like nothing was wrong, until i woke up and was brushin my teeth, when it really hit me bad. it's been a year? maybe it was because i was thinking about her last nigh, albeit fleetingly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-109453030183630093?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109453030183630093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109453030183630093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/09/just-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-109436087081307143</id><published>2004-09-05T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T13:07:50.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got gmail!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-109436087081307143?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109436087081307143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109436087081307143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-got-gmail.html' title='i got gmail!'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-109371649515334396</id><published>2004-08-29T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T02:08:15.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>consolidated report for the past 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>in a blogging mood today, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was attached to the National Shooting Club for their Singapore Shooting Festival since last saturday for 6 days. which meant working through the weekend. Was with isa, ryan, cedric, yazid, iswan, ismail, chew, eugene and louie (who was in-charge). christopher and geoffrey were there for only the weekend. got paid $30 cash per day. faisal was there too as a storekeeper. we had to take the feeder transport at boon lay every morning by 7.15, so there was severe lack of sleep for ryan and me. the rest happned to stay in the west side, so no problem for them i suppose. the clubhouse was a good 20 min walk from the nearest bus stop, so we have to hitch hike out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa and i did nothing the first 2 days, were supposed to be score-sheet runners, but it seems that the score-taker was with the shooters all the while so we didn't need to do shit. On monday, we took over geoffrey's and chris' post as helpers at the trap. time passed way faster when you're doin stuff. managed to get some expended shotgun shells as souvenirs. also on our last day were got to choose from a range of collectibles they had left over. the t-shirt and the cap looked bad, lanyard was useless, so most of us took the water bottle. what happened to the $180? i spent it on transport, Maximum Tune and food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was also fixing comps during the evenings. sunday was uncle's, monday was eddy's, tuesday was ryan's, wednesday was michelle's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got paid $20 for ryan's and michelle's. but since i owed ryan $10 in the first place, i only got $10. but heck it was the easiest by far, only had to install XP. on top of that i got to borrow some of his comics and also his gameboy flashcard. Went to Gelare's at siglap after that, met up with tim, mel, eddy, chong, tessa (chong's friend), marcus and karen. had the waffles, then went down to tim's place to help fix up marcus' new old car, bought from a friend of marcus who had totally beng-ified the damn thing with decals. the car was in a bad shape too, too many problems to list. got home at 0130.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with mel at michelle's place. got a free dinner, homemade bread, victoria secret's catalogues (better than porn!), a ride home and $20 cash! for eddy's, i got a free dinner (prawn noodles at bukit timah,) and a ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched ahbeng vs paikia (Alien VS Predator) on thursday evening with isa, ryan, tim, syarif. fell asleep during the last 10 minutes. it's that bad. tim was late as he went to johor with marcus and eddy to fix up the new old car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went back to camp on friday, was told there was some big-shot general who wanted to shoot on saturday, so was asked to come back the next day, with promise of an offday. got my rank sewed on, had an haircut, had a streetsoccer game. the shooters had already left for indonesia on thursday, so there was nothing to do. used my "july's best employee" offday on monday, which meant a long weekened for me. "picked up" nab's phone just before lunch, was reading his mushy smses from his gf. it's not my fault he left it lying around. just before we left we were told the bigshot couldn't make it for the shoot, so the weekend got extended to 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met tim for a trip down to borders in marcus' car today, was supposed to gate crash WOMAD, but chong played us out (as usual) and tim's friends didn't seem like the sort to go, so got canceled. so no free Henekiens from mel. Went to boon keng to pick up tim's friend. i was on my way home from the, just got into the MRT station when tim call, saying he couldn't start the car, asking me to help him jump start it. No can do, so we called marcus to come down. came down with his mom, did some pushing, all is well and got a ride home from marcus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 2.10 now, been typing for 50 mins. gonna help eddy's friend set up his router tommorrow, so gonna catch zs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-109371649515334396?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109371649515334396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109371649515334396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/08/consolidated-report-for-past-2-weeks.html' title='consolidated report for the past 2 weeks'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-109258528673787028</id><published>2004-08-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T23:54:46.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>been a long time since last had an entry. i'm still alive kids, so no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a bbq the day after ndp at tim's place. didn't want to go initially, but marcus "pesuaded" me. as usual we went wild. i finished off 1/2 a bottle of red wine on my own, nabs brought his shishah. the tobbacco he bought was orange-flavoured, totally tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to watch racing, barely stepped out of the car, lit up a cig, before the police came. of course we ran. the rest of the night was pretty educational. went to kent ridge park, some ulu part of marina south and changi village to visit some gender-benders, and also old changi hospital.  i would have gone into more details, but what we did at those places we pretty much erm illegal. suffice to say we had an exploding time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to have range on today, but it got canceled last minute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-109258528673787028?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109258528673787028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109258528673787028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/08/been-long-time-since-last-had-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-109072694085058157</id><published>2004-07-25T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T11:42:52.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/truly-dippy/1060277732_CWINDOWSDesktoplazy.jpg" border="0" alt="Sloth" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Sloth!Lazy huh ?? You're a bit slow in getting going - &lt;br /&gt;and tend not to do anything unless it is&lt;br /&gt;absolutely necessary. You'd rather sit around,&lt;br /&gt;watch TV/Sleep then go out and about with&lt;br /&gt;friends, or take part in a sporting event. On&lt;br /&gt;the positive side, you tend to be quite smart,&lt;br /&gt;as you spend a lot of time watching the News&lt;br /&gt;(!!) or on the computer, Also by conserving&lt;br /&gt;your energy, it's right there waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;when it's vitally important to get going.Consider possibly moving out of the room once in a&lt;br /&gt;while - and perhaps once a week trade watching&lt;br /&gt;TV for half an hour with a walk - and you'll be&lt;br /&gt;back on track.However, Congratulations on being the most&lt;br /&gt;intelligent of the 7 deadly sins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/truly-dippy/quizzes/%3F%3F%20Which%20Of%20The%20Seven%20Deadly%20Sins%20Are%20You%20%3F%3F/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;?? Which Of The Seven Deadly Sins Are You ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:-3;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-109072694085058157?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109072694085058157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/109072694085058157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/07/you-are-slothlazy-huh-youre-bit-slow.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108963844236843706</id><published>2004-07-12T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T21:20:42.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks</title><content type='html'>of no internet usage. that's me. bills bills bills. didn't pay them and got cut. even my mobile got momentarily cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paid on sat, just got everything back. email account had 1300+ people trying to sell me porn, herbal penile enlargers and whatnots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been thinking alot this 2 weeks, went through some depressed periods. questioning life and the world in general. what i wanted from life, what am i going to do in life, etc etc. decided to work on my dream to play golf with adrian by 55, which means i have to start doing business asap. brainstormed some ideas with mel and the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna start staying in camp next monday, to cut down on expenses and also to spend more time on my own, thinking, reading and reflecting. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108963844236843706?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108963844236843706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108963844236843706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/07/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108826527709370906</id><published>2004-06-26T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T23:54:37.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.straightacting.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.straightacting.com/images/jqlevels/level1.jpg alt='How does your job rate?'&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like the quintessential man's man of do-it-yourself home improvement, your job is right up there with lumberjacks and slaughterhouse grunts! The accident reports at your job aren't displayed in numbers but phrases like 'who cares' and 'we didn't like that bastard anyway'! No self respecting fruitcake would ever dream of even applying for your position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, this is about ns. at least, my version of ns life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108826527709370906?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108826527709370906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108826527709370906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/06/like-quintessential-mans-man-of-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108826485267230647</id><published>2004-06-26T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T23:47:32.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>i guess many people who blog have definitely asked themselves this question before, "What is the reason for blogging?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;is it to validate one's existence ("i blog, therefore i am."), a cry out for attention, to keep a log of one's mental and pyschological growth, to vent their feelings in a safe environment? might it be like taking pictures, to remind yourself of happier times, to capture that one moment in your life that might be forgotten the next? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine? i have no idea whatsoever. i guess my reasons change as time goes by. or maybe, my reasons could be all of the above i mentioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i've gotten the phone from tim, i've started to take an interest in photography. to be able capture that moment or feeling that might never be relived again, even through pictures, is something that really appeals to me. sort of a god complex at work i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard that my july saturdays will be burnt, due to ranges. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.straightacting.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://www.straightacting.com/numbers/level1.gif alt='How Do You Rate?'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEVEL 1 -- EXTREMELY STRAIGHT ACTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would expect you as being gay because your actions never show even a hint of femininity. You carry yourself in a macho, masculine manner at all times. You're hung up on 'guy things' and if you dance at a club your feet and hands barely move. Your idea of a good time is probably watching WCW wrestling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108826485267230647?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108826485267230647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108826485267230647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/06/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108792376454431801</id><published>2004-06-23T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T01:02:44.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock On Forever. No back's gonna take me down, not even you, bitch!</title><content type='html'>went to the linkin park concert. luckily mel got friends who queued up at noon so we pretty early and got good spots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the opening act started at 8.10, was some band from korea. damn they were fucking good. reminded me of mushroomhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to wait for another 45 mins before linkin park started. performed some songs that were not in any of their concerts, like step up and it's going down. but by then i was feeling weak from lack of lunch and water. mel and i wanted to go off after their first set, when i decided to go body surfing. some caucasians gave me a lift and i was off. and then i hit the floor. repeated that twice with similiar results. now my back's so bad i can't sit. gonna take MC tommorrow. after the 3rd surfing attempt i got out as i thought the show had ended, went to get some drinks. free hotdogs with the drinks (lack of buyers and they didn't want the food to go to waste). bought a $35 t-shirt (cum towel) on an impulse. then the encore started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pissed at the fact that the inner circle were made up of rich kids who were making noise over moshing and pushing, who covered their ears when people were screaming to the music. damn if they can't take the heat of a rock concert then they shouldn't be there in the first place. some fat ugly short bespectacled girl was constantly in my way try to get places for good pictures. c'mon concerts are not for taking your silly little pictures. i'm alright with a couple of pics but not excessively. fucking bitches were so in my way i couldn't even put down my arms for fear of elbowing them on the head and causing death/permanent paralyis. shit, mel estimated i almost killed/maimed/injured 15 girls due to the bodysurfing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock concerts are about fun and music. if you can't take it, get out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self: bring bottled water and eat something before a concert.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108792376454431801?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108792376454431801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108792376454431801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/06/rock-on-forever-no-backs-gonna-take-me.html' title='Rock On Forever. No back&apos;s gonna take me down, not even you, bitch!'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108721867927335348</id><published>2004-06-14T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T21:19:45.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hel-lo laydeeees</title><content type='html'>hi kiddies, been some time since i last had a post , so here's a small update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim found a siemens mc60, knew i had/am having probs with my n3310, so he loaned it to me, for a small small price of $26 (cost of charger). which means i now have polyphonic/mms/java enabled phone, with a spiffy lil cam. works fine. unfortunately i found out that the damn thing stores smses in the phone's memory instead of the sim card. oh well i'll just have to suck it up i guess, since it's free (sorta). ain't got a data transfer cable (yet?), so you kiddies have to wait for those nice pics i've taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unit's moving to mandai hill camp this week. which means no range. which also means packing and moving stuff. physically. which also means destruction of property, if it's us doing the work. today's monday, and i felt like i've done a week's worth of work in one (say that 10 times quick!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro got platoon best. was at his passing out parade last last weekend (whoo that's real long ago) he left for ocs this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the godfather part 1, bowling for columbine, and some parts of bend it like beckham yesterday. haven't watched so many movies in one day since.... ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linkin park concert next tues, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daron's birthday party this saturday. broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soya bean is good. dnirk mroe syoa baen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;added some links. edited the wishlist (since i got the phone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah i've been wanting to write something about, to quote myself (how can i quote myself?) "mind degeneration due to national service". might actually do that. someday. i hope. if i'm lucky. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108721867927335348?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108721867927335348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108721867927335348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/06/hel-lo-laydeeees.html' title='hel-lo laydeeees'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108687886038664407</id><published>2004-06-10T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T22:47:40.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>off tomolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tired&lt;br /&gt;sleep&lt;br /&gt;nites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108687886038664407?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108687886038664407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108687886038664407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/06/off-tomolo-tired-sleep-nites.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108619107005469150</id><published>2004-06-02T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T23:44:30.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway&lt;br /&gt;Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing&lt;br /&gt;It brings me down, but I won't let them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I seem bleak&lt;br /&gt;Well you'd be correct&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't speak&lt;br /&gt;It's cause I can't disconnect&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be burned up by the reflection&lt;br /&gt;Of the fire in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;As you're staring at the sun (X5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;When I ran I didn't feel like a runaway&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;There's more to living than only surviving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you hear me&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that you relate &lt;br /&gt;My will is something&lt;br /&gt;That you can't confiscate&lt;br /&gt;So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated&lt;br /&gt;By destruction in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;As you're staring at the sun (X2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;When I ran I didn't feel like a runaway&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;There's more to living than only surviving&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though you hear me&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that you relate &lt;br /&gt;My will is something&lt;br /&gt;That you can't confiscate&lt;br /&gt;So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated&lt;br /&gt;By destruction in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;As you're staring at the sun (X2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe life is like a ride on a freeway&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing&lt;br /&gt;It brings me down, but I won't let them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I seem bleak&lt;br /&gt;Well you'd be correct&lt;br /&gt;And if I don't speak&lt;br /&gt;It's cause I can't disconnect&lt;br /&gt;But I won't be burned up by the reflection&lt;br /&gt;Of the fire in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;As you're staring at the sun (X5)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108619107005469150?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108619107005469150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108619107005469150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/06/maybe-life-is-like-ride-on-freeway.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108601519674605170</id><published>2004-05-31T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T22:53:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been in the blogging mood recently. no idea why. might be due to lack of bandwidth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm still alive and kicking. Still doing crazy shit with the guys. Unit's moving to Mandai Hill Camp soon. In case you don't know where it is, it's fucking in the middle of nowhere. Been packing up stuff and moving them. which means work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro's got Platoon Best in BMT. Will most likely be going to OCS. Which means i might have to salute him someday. Heh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108601519674605170?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108601519674605170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108601519674605170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/05/havent-been-in-blogging-mood-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108583280457118350</id><published>2004-05-29T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T20:14:07.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #eeeeee" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Advanced Big 30 Personality Test Results&lt;br&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #dddddd"border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sociability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Aggressiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Assertiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Activity Level&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;22%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Excitement-Seeking&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;74%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Enthusiasm&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Extroversion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;53%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Trust&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Morality&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Altruism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Cooperation&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Modesty&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;38%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Sympathy&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friendliness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;47%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Confidence&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Neatness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;26%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Dutifulness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Achievement&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;34%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Self-Discipline&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Cautiousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;42%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;42%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Anxiety&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Volatility&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Depression&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Self-Consciousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;74%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Impulsiveness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;58%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Vulnerability&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Emotional Stability&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;42%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Imagination&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;62%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Artistic Interests&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;66%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Introspection&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;70%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Adventurousness&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;54%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Intellect&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;||||||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;78%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;Liberalism&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50"&gt;|||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30"&gt;50%&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Openmindedness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="50" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;|||||||||||||||||||||&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="30" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;b&gt;63%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/big30.html"&gt;Take Free Advanced Big 30 Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108583280457118350?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108583280457118350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108583280457118350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/05/advanced-big-30-personality-test.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108454994717635669</id><published>2004-05-14T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:52:27.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This goes out to those stupid/blind people out there. Yeah including those who make noise over the beheading of Nick Berg. Nothing personal against him, but I'll like to tell those American bigots, "What goes around, comes around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Disturbed - Liberate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberate your mind&lt;br /&gt;You motherfucker, you're so narrow-minded&lt;br /&gt;So narrow-minded&lt;br /&gt;Liberate your mind&lt;br /&gt;Now motherfucker, will you liberate your mind&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;Don't limit your mind&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that the pace&lt;br /&gt;Has fallen behind&lt;br /&gt;All the hate in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Will be leaving you blind&lt;br /&gt;So bold motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;Don't you limit your mind&lt;br /&gt;This time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, for your modern messiah&lt;br /&gt;To take away all the hatred&lt;br /&gt;That darkens the light in your eye&lt;br /&gt;Still awaiting. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Out of Zion shall come forth a law&lt;br /&gt;And the word of the Lord from Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;Nation shall not raise sword against nation&lt;br /&gt;And they shall not learn war anymore&lt;br /&gt;For the mouth of the Lord hath spoken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting, for your modern messiah&lt;br /&gt;To take away all the hatred&lt;br /&gt;That darkens the light in your eye&lt;br /&gt;Still awaiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is not a crime. Stupidity is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108454994717635669?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108454994717635669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108454994717635669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/05/this-goes-out-to-those-stupidblind.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-1084378671793074</id><published>2004-05-13T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T00:17:51.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another tiring day today. fucked up weather. &lt;br /&gt;weighed myself yesterday. put on 5 kg since I last weighed myself. I'm getting fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room is a terrible mess. need to tidy up but no time (excuse). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-1084378671793074?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/1084378671793074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/1084378671793074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/05/another-tiring-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108428916247802250</id><published>2004-05-11T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T23:26:02.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as usual, pretty much slept through the weekend. was supposed to stay in in camp last night, as we had to report by 6am this morning. Decided to go crash at tim's place, played wrestling on his PS2, watch the linkin park:live at texas dvd. woke up at 5, took a cab to nearby macdonald's to get breakfast, then to camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;linkin park is coming to singapoe !!!! i'm going to get front row mosh pit ticks, with melvin, tim, louie, and some others. once in a life time experience. might be going to blackeyed peas too, if there are free tickets available. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108428916247802250?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108428916247802250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108428916247802250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/05/as-usual-pretty-much-slept-through.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108411302033192861</id><published>2004-05-09T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T22:34:50.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoobastank - The Reason</title><content type='html'>I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;As many things I wish I didn't do&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;br /&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;br /&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;br /&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i need you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is You [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;br /&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;br /&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;br /&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;br /&gt;And the reason is you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108411302033192861?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108411302033192861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108411302033192861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/05/hoobastank-reason.html' title='Hoobastank - The Reason'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108375340521873494</id><published>2004-05-05T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T18:41:10.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sun Newspaper Online - UK's biggest selling newspaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2002390000-2004200943,00.html"&gt;The Sun Newspaper Online - UK's biggest selling newspaper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108375340521873494?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2002390000-2004200943,00.html' title='The Sun Newspaper Online - UK&apos;s biggest selling newspaper'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108375340521873494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108375340521873494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/05/sun-newspaper-online-uks-biggest.html' title='The Sun Newspaper Online - UK&apos;s biggest selling newspaper'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-1083753320057048</id><published>2004-05-05T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T18:39:44.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KoreaTimes : Korean Scientists Create Medicine-Embedded Pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://times.hankooki.com/lpage/200405/kt2004050316591510230.htm"&gt;KoreaTimes : Korean Scientists Create Medicine-Embedded Pigs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-1083753320057048?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://times.hankooki.com/lpage/200405/kt2004050316591510230.htm' title='KoreaTimes : Korean Scientists Create Medicine-Embedded Pigs'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/1083753320057048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/1083753320057048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/05/koreatimes-korean-scientists-create.html' title='KoreaTimes : Korean Scientists Create Medicine-Embedded Pigs'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108375243947341229</id><published>2004-05-05T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T18:25:04.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longhorn to Steal Limelight at WinHEC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft-watch.com/article2/0,1995,1581842,00.asp"&gt;Longhorn to Steal Limelight at WinHEC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108375243947341229?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.microsoft-watch.com/article2/0,1995,1581842,00.asp' title='Longhorn to Steal Limelight at WinHEC'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108375243947341229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108375243947341229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/05/longhorn-to-steal-limelight-at-winhec.html' title='Longhorn to Steal Limelight at WinHEC'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108368558586471363</id><published>2004-05-04T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T23:52:17.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;FONT Face="verdana,sans-serif" Size="1"&gt;&lt;B&gt;I am 63% evil.&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a HREF="http://www.hilowitz.com/john/test/evil.html" Target="_"&gt;&lt;!-- Image here! --&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT Face="verdana,sans-serif" Size="1"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting there. I haven't done all the damage I could do but I've done quite a bit. I'm just over the border into the Evil Zone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;FONT Face="verdana,sans-serif" Size="1"&gt;&lt;a HREF="http://www.hilowitz.com/john/test/evil.html" Target="_"&gt;Are you evil?&lt;/A&gt; find out at &lt;a HREF="http://www.hilowitz.com" Target="_"&gt;Hilowitz.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my haircut. Hair looks really bad. Running low on cigs and money. Ankle feels better. Muster Parade tommorrow. Sleep. Nite. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108368558586471363?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108368558586471363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108368558586471363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-am-63-evil.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108351623904549784</id><published>2004-05-03T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T00:48:19.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did nothing much, same as yesterday. Woke up at 10+, played abit of D2 till lunch, watched NOIR, Naruto. Gotta catch up on my movies/animes. There's a huge pile waiting for me. Mostly old movies though. Had a 4 hour nap in the afternoon. Dinner. More NOIR / Naruto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master Parade on Wed. Which means haircut soon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108351623904549784?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108351623904549784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108351623904549784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/05/did-nothing-much-same-as-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108342671272839158</id><published>2004-05-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T23:56:12.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at noon today, pretty much did nothing. Had lunch, took the damn medicine. The swelling on the palm has gone down quite a bit, my ankle's still the same old though. There's a line of bruising along the side of the ankle, must be due to the ankle support. Played some D2, my level 26 necro got PKed. Bastard. Took a nap around 3 woke up at 10. Yeah getting more and more like a pig. Had a piece of red bean paste kueh for dinner, watched Irreversible at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall not comment about the film too much. There's this part in the movie where Alex, the female lead, talks about everything is foreordained, hence the prophetic dreams we all have. I've spoken to friends about this before. Scary isn't it? There have been some times when I would be doing something, and get hit by a sense of deja vu. It's like "I've seen this before, felt this before, lived this before." Everything looks so familiar, yet so detached. It's only then I realise that it's a part of my dream I had forgotten about. Over the years, the feeling has repeated itself so many times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking about blogging, why I blog and why do others' blogs seem much more interesting. Are they leading more interesting lives (I'm a boring loser) or are they more articulate in their description of daily happenings and feelings (I suck at expressing myself)? Either way, it doesn't matter. I much prefer to read about others' lives anyway. Must be the subconscious voyeur overpowering the exhibitionist in me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108342671272839158?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108342671272839158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108342671272839158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/05/woke-up-at-noon-today-pretty-much-did.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108334625193722308</id><published>2004-05-01T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T01:40:37.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my left ankle's still swollen, now my right palm and index finger is too. got bitten by some damned insect at range. it's swollen to twice it's previous size... itches like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to johor last night with marcus karen and tim. eddy was supposed to join us, but couldn't make it at the last minute. went to shop at Giant hypermart, bought an ankle support (which turned out to be slightly too small), a rattan fan (those type they use to fan the flames at a bbq?), pair of slippers (RM1.99!!). went to eat and wash car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overslept on the busride to camp this morning, was late. dodged by goin to report sick for my palm. got an appointment for dental as well, on the goddamed 2nd of July. got 4 types of medicine. 2 antibiotics, 1 each for pain and swelling. the damned medicine made me sleepy and moody all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went with seet to the XBOX live singapore launch. lotsa babes (AKA the xbox babes.) show was pretty boring. spoke briefly with one of the crew members, didn't have the balls to ask for her number. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108334625193722308?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108334625193722308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108334625193722308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-left-ankles-still-swollen-now-my.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108316962139610907</id><published>2004-04-29T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T00:31:17.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothin much today, weather was terrible. wanted to go to marcus' place to soak in jacuzzi, but upon arrival the rain started.. played X-Box with tim till we left. they asked me to go johor again, but i was pretty beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came back played d2 with the ssc d2 gang, chong died again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might sound dead. i am. dead tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='html'>long day. dead tired. ankle better. shower. sleep. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108307973505361949?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108307973505361949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108307973505361949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/04/long-day.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108299787042470998</id><published>2004-04-27T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T00:48:43.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>didn't go to camp today, couldn't walk at all. called in to tell them i'm reporting sick. went to polyclinic at 11.30, reached at 12. was told i could only see the doctor at 2. how's that for efficient public medical service. registered and then hobbled my way to a nearby kopitiam for lunch, coffee and papers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the doctor, got 1 day MC. came back, sat in front of the comp the whole day. rested the ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played d2. helped syarif and chong complete softcore so that we could all play HC together. chong kept on dying. he's gonna have hell in hardcore. in other news, i'm level 74 in HC. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised that no one's reading my posts. no matter, i don't have much friends, much less friends who know about this blog. i'll take it as a typing exercise cum diary. if you happen to read this, then thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108299787042470998?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108299787042470998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108299787042470998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/04/didnt-go-to-camp-today-couldnt-walk-at.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108290284224774560</id><published>2004-04-25T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T22:38:31.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have&lt;br /&gt;- 2 strained biceps&lt;br /&gt;- 2 fucked up knees&lt;br /&gt;- 1 sprained left ankle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might not be going to camp tommorow. see how the ankle holds up. swelling's pretty bad. walking is hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, didn't go to johor in the end. eddy our driver couldn't make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kontrabandcontent.co.uk/graphics/pics/killer_biscuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kontrabandcontent.co.uk/graphics/pics/buffalo_theory.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108290284224774560?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108290284224774560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108290284224774560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-have-2-strained-biceps-2-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108288685349460615</id><published>2004-04-25T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T17:58:25.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Men's Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women, learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not considered by us to be opportunities to see if we can find the perfect present . . . . again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we are not thinking about you. Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday = sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cut your hair. Ever. Long hair is always more attractive than short hair. One of the big reasons guys fear getting married is that married women always cut their hair, and by then you're stuck with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask for what you want. Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't remember dates. . . .Period!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most guys own three pairs of shoes - tops. What makes you think we'd be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look good with your dress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you won't dress like the Victoria's Secret girls, don't expect us to act like soap opera guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. We've been tricked before!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us ogle. We are going to look anyway; it's genetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher Columbus did not need directions, and neither do we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship is never going to be like it was the first two months we were going out. Get over it. And quit whining to your girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not mind readers and we never will be. Our lack of mind-reading ability is not proof of how little we care about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as navel lint, the shotgun formation, or monster trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreign films are best left to foreigners. (Unless it's Bruce Lee or some war flick where it doesn't really matter what they're saying anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEER is as exciting for us as handbags are for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108288685349460615?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108288685349460615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108288685349460615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/04/mens-rules-women-learn-to-work-toilet.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108273935317095480</id><published>2004-04-24T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T01:00:01.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was supposed to have IPPT today, but i got 2 mths excuse ippt from the MO last week, so didn't have to participate. MUAHAHAHA. Slept the whole morning away in bunk, woke up around 2 feeling hungry. Went to gym for awhile, came home. Didn't take lunch due to 1) no money, 2) need to lose weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to johor tommorrow with tim, marcus mykell et all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108273935317095480?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108273935317095480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108273935317095480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/04/was-supposed-to-have-ippt-today-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108264898795063486</id><published>2004-04-22T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T23:53:55.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven't been posting lately. actually plenty of tihngs have happened, just that i have been too tired / busy to post them. hopefully i can start posting regularly again. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108264898795063486?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108264898795063486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108264898795063486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/04/havent-been-posting-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108229497363664354</id><published>2004-04-18T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T21:33:35.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About past lives ... Uniontown WW II flyer's memories in Louisiana boy - PittsburghLIVE.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pittsburghlive.com/x/dailycourier/news/s_189477.html"&gt;About past lives ... Uniontown WW II flyer's memories in Louisiana boy - PittsburghLIVE.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108229497363664354?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pittsburghlive.com/x/dailycourier/news/s_189477.html' title='About past lives ... Uniontown WW II flyer&apos;s memories in Louisiana boy - PittsburghLIVE.com'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108229497363664354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108229497363664354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/04/about-past-lives-uniontown-ww-ii.html' title='About past lives ... Uniontown WW II flyer&apos;s memories in Louisiana boy - PittsburghLIVE.com'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108193915861297967</id><published>2004-04-14T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T18:43:14.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Men Commandments</title><content type='html'>Argument with these rules instantly revokes your identity as a man. You’re no longer a man and you’re out of the man club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) It is ok for a Man to cry under the following circumstances: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                - When a heroic dog dies to save its master. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                - The moment Angelina Jolie starts unbuttoning her blouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                - After wrecking your boss' car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                - One hour, 12 minutes, 37 seconds into "The Crying Game". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                - When she is using her teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Any Man who brings a camera to a bachelor party may be legally killed and eaten by his friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Unless he murdered someone in your family, you must bail a friend out of jail within 12 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) If you've known a Man for more than 24 hours, his sister is off limits forever, unless you actually marry her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Moaning about the brand of free beer in a friend's fridge is forbidden. Complain at will if the temperature is unsuitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) No Man shall ever be required to buy a birthday present for another Man. In fact, even remembering your friend's birthday is strictly optional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) On a road trip, the strongest bladder determines pit stops, not the weakest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) When stumbling upon other men watching a sporting event, you may ask the score of the game in progress, but you may never ask who's playing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) It is permissible to drink a fruity alcopop drink only when you're sunning on a tropical beach... and it's delivered by a topless supermodel...and it's free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Only in situations of moral and/or physical peril are you allowed to kick another Man in the nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Unless you're in prison, never fight naked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) Friends don't let friends wear Speedos. Ever. Issue closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) If a Man's fly is down, that's his problem, you didn't see anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) Women who claim they "love to watch sports" must be treated as spies until they demonstrate knowledge of the game and the ability to drink as much as the other sports watchers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) A Man in the company of a hot, suggestively dressed woman must remain sober enough to fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Never hesitate to reach for the last beer or the last slice of pizza, but not both - that's just mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) If you compliment a Man on his six-pack, you'd better be talking about his choice of beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Never join your girlfriend or wife in discussing a friend of yours, except if she's withholding sex pending your response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) Phrases that may NOT be uttered to another Man while lifting weights: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                - Yeah, Baby, Push it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                - C'mon, give me one more! Harder! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                - Another set and we can hit the showers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) Never talk to a Man in a bathroom unless you are on equal footing: i.e. Both urinating, both waiting in line, etc. For all other situations, an almost imperceptible nod is all the conversation you need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) Never allow a telephone conversation with a woman to go on longer than you are able to have sex with her. Keep a stopwatch by the phone. Hang up if necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) The morning after you and a girl who was formerly "just a friend" have carnal drunken monkey sex, the fact that you're feeling weird and guilty is no reason not to nail her again before the discussion about what a big mistake it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) There is no reason for guys to watch Ice Skating or Mens Gymnastics. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) When you are queried by a buddy's wife, girlfriend, mother, father, priest, shrink, dentist, accountant, or dog walker,  you need not and should not provide any useful information whatsoever as to his whereabouts. You are permitted to deny his very existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) You may exaggerate any anecdote told in a bar by 50 percent without recrimination; beyond that, anyone within earshot is allowed to call 'BULLSHIT'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Exception: When trying to pick up a girl, the allowable exaggeration rate rises to 400 percent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) The minimum amount of time you have to wait for another guy who's running late is 5 minutes. For a girl, you are required to wait 10 minutes for every point of hotness she scores on the classic 1-10 babe scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) Agreeing to distract the ugly friend of a hot babe that your buddy is trying to hook up with is your legal duty. Should you get carried away with your good deed and end up having sex with the beast, your pal is forbidden to speak of it, even at your bachelor party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.) Before dating a buddy's "ex", you are required to ask his permission and he in return is required to grant it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.) The universal compensation for buddies who help you move is beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.) A Man must never own a cat or like his girlfriend's cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.) When your girlfriend/wife expresses a desire to fix her whiney friend up with your pal, you may give her the go-ahead only if you'll be able to warn your buddy and give him time to prepare excuses about joining the priesthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.) If a buddy is out-numbered, out-Manned, or too drunk to fight, you must jump into the fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Exception: If within the last 24 hours his actions have caused you to think, "What this guy needs is a good ass-whoopin", then you may sit back and enjoy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.) If a buddy is already singing along to a song in the car, you may not join him...too gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.) Under no circumstances may two men share an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.) When a buddy is trying to hook up, you may sabotage him only in a manner that gives you no chance of hooking up either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.) Before allowing a drunken friend to cheat on his girl, you must attempt one intervention. If he is able to get on his feet, look you in the eye, and deliver a "FUCK OFF!" You are absolved of your of responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108193915861297967?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://home.earthlink.net/~tgibson78/data/' title='The Men Commandments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108193915861297967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108193915861297967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/04/men-commandments.html' title='The Men Commandments'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108193909968223388</id><published>2004-04-14T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T18:42:15.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.oldeenglish.org/puppy.html"&gt;Dead Puppies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108193909968223388?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.oldeenglish.org/puppy.html' title='Dead Puppies'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108193909968223388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108193909968223388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/04/dead-puppies.html' title='Dead Puppies'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108187273950309646</id><published>2004-04-14T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T00:16:14.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was watching WWE Wrestlemania XX just now. borrowed the 4 VCD set from Timothy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat these days are getting to me. not just me. in fact the whole butt is feeling under the weather. where's rain when u need it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108187273950309646?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108187273950309646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108187273950309646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/04/was-watching-wwe-wrestlemania-xx-just.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108178305078808621</id><published>2004-04-12T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T23:21:24.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL YE LADIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF=http://www.kidzworld.com&gt;&lt;IMG SRC=http://www.kidzworld.com/img/upload/quiz/qs11039552930078.gif ALT="Take the Boyfriend Quiz at www.kidzworld.com!"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a lot of fun to hang out with and all the ladies can see that. You've got your priorities straight and can juggle both the GF and the buds. Stick to the smooth moves and you'll continue to be a guy that's in high demand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that was true. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108178305078808621?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108178305078808621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108178305078808621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/04/all-ye-ladies.html' title='ALL YE LADIES'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108162707895464309</id><published>2004-04-11T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T04:01:49.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time</title><content type='html'>... since i last blogged. I've been down with a rather acute case of lazyness, plagarism and lack of life. Went to sign up for my final theory today. Went to SLS to buy CDRs, bought a(nother) gamepad, then met Raider and Kailun at Shaw Tower for coffee and LAN. Junhua joined us shortly after, followed by JJ. Went for dinner. Went for drinks and watched Man Utd come back from 0-1 down at half time to beat Brimingham 2-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bed by the time you read this shit. Happy Easter you bunnies. (Mmmmm, playboy bunnies....)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108162707895464309?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108162707895464309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108162707895464309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108109402129147136</id><published>2004-04-04T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T23:57:23.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't know why. i think you can see that my posts are getting less often. i'm getting lazier? anyway nothing much to post about. always have these thoughts i want to post when i'm outside, but can't seem to recall them when i'm home. Signs of alzheimer's? Getting old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might be going out with Lin Le and gang tommorrow, meeting up for dinner. Kinda broke though. Sigh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108109402129147136?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108109402129147136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108109402129147136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/04/dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108092130408918288</id><published>2004-04-02T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T23:58:44.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tokyo.cool.ne.jp/collinyea/1.swf"&gt;Escape!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my timing was 30 mins, no cheats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to tekong today to see my brother off into NS. &lt;br /&gt;archived a lot of my files to CDs, managed to free up 7gigs! &lt;br /&gt;been playing Winning Eleven 7 International (PC). nice game, the requirements are a bit high though. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108092130408918288?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108092130408918288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108092130408918288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/04/escape-my-timing-was-30-mins-no-cheats.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108057581116698532</id><published>2004-03-29T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T00:00:25.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been watching Band Of Brothers these past few days, makes you think about the current state of our own army. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a haircut today, before thursday's muster.&lt;br /&gt;bro's doin his ns on fri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108057581116698532?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108057581116698532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108057581116698532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/been-watching-band-of-brothers-these.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108049030207208110</id><published>2004-03-29T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T00:15:15.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i leave you with &lt;a href="http://mirrored.flabber.nl/lotr.gif/lotr.gif"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108049030207208110?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108049030207208110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108049030207208110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-leave-you-with-this-link.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108043505246581289</id><published>2004-03-28T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T08:54:24.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning!</title><content type='html'>Went to camp yesterday, pretty rare for a saturday. Was late, played soccer, booked out. Was supposed to go to zouk, but couldn't find any kakis to go with me. Felix asked me to join him for zouk, to celebrate his birthday, but didn't feel like joining his friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, slept til now. Yes people, &lt;B&gt;18&lt;/B&gt; hours of sleep! Whole body aching, especially the hamstring area. didn't warm up properly before soccer. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108043505246581289?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108043505246581289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108043505246581289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/good-morning.html' title='Good morning!'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-108013243275933165</id><published>2004-03-24T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T20:50:39.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sagittarius treats love like any other adventure in their lives and embraces the opportunities to discover new plateaus in the experience of love, lust and passion. They are funny, charming, gregarious and usually highly intelligent begins who make genuinely enjoyable company and are captivating in their sparkling personalities.  &lt;br /&gt;They have big dreams and far reaching goals and they easily share what their minds are experiencing often forgetting that for some words are meant to become reality. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius is not always capable of bringing reality to their words and such is the way it is mea nt to be. They infuse us with inspiration and allow us to see all the possibilities in the world around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In close personal relationships that can often cause troubles as they promise more than they can deliver....or....have changes of emotions that put them into completely different mind sets from one day to another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are active and vibrant and expect their loved ones to enjoy the same kind of physical adventures. They are appearance conscious and their wit is one of their greatest assets and they enjoy the attention of others. This makes them the natural flirts of the zodiac and most of it isharmless and meaningless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius Sexuality&lt;br /&gt;Like the other fire signs Sagittarius has a definite sense of passion and a love of physical connections but for them it becomes almost a spiritual experience...or another occasion to have 'fun'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more exotic the local or the setting the more inspired a Sagittarian is and an inspired Sagittarian is the consummate lover. There's the sense of a dare devil in them and they love walking on the risqué side...playing with rules and regulations usually just nudging the line rather than crossing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are attracted to far away places and intriguing sexual imagery and fantasy is an important component as Sagittarius needs to be inspired to inspire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Long Term Story&lt;br /&gt;Feeling trusted and free to pursue their adventures is a pre-requisite to a long term encounter with a Sagittarian. T hey use words as both weapons and tools and can be either supportive and uplifting or remarkably sarcastic and cutting and sometimes both in the same breath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are naturally flirtatious but usually bottom line loyal and the more they feel 'understood' the more they focus on the benefits of the relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a stay at home Sagittarius will enjoy adventures through the mind and if they are not physically taking on life challenges for adrenalin rushes they are arm chair quarterbacks or avid game players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their sense of competition is acute and it is also one of the things that keeps them moving forward in life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positive Traits in Love&lt;br /&gt;Joyful, playful, spontaneous, generous, captivating, enchanting, supportive, good-natured.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negative Traits&lt;br /&gt;Unreliable, fickle, sarcastic, temperamental, unable to commit, freedom loving to the extreme, self centered, vain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Sagittarius Likes&lt;br /&gt;A sense of adventure, Honesty, Freedom, Intellectual compatibility, Taking risks, Flirting, Socializing, Feeling trusted, Active partner, Daydreaming  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Sagittarius Dislikes&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy, Possessiveness, Routine, Being doubted, Having to explain self, Control, Being forced to make promises. Apathy/laziness  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius Love Keywords&lt;br /&gt;Exuberant, charming, funny, far sighted, adventuress, adoring, non-possessive, flighty, sarcastic, unreliable, self centered, dogmatic, judgmental.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-108013243275933165?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108013243275933165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/108013243275933165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/sagittarius-treats-love-like-any-other.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107997776726626854</id><published>2004-03-23T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T01:52:51.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woke up late today (again). had range at nee soon, set up the target boards at 9, waited til 10 before we were informed the group would be shooting only after lunch. walked back to the training shed, slept / played gameboy. after lunch we were told it was not necessary for us to be at the butt, so we stayed at the training shed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marcus sold his nissan s14 today, getting his integra soon. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107997776726626854?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107997776726626854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107997776726626854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/woke-up-late-today-again.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107988775671646987</id><published>2004-03-22T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T00:52:39.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched the eye2 with JJ just now. not a really good/scary movie, almost boring for me. got some buddhism stuff on reincarnation and what-nots. by some i meant 10 mins(?) of the whole film. was jointly produced by mediacorp so expect to see some mediacorp artistes as well. funniest part of the show was when the first ghost appeared, some guy in the back rows screamed out really loud. Cracked up the whole theatre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking of getting a new phone, my 3210 cannot make it already. no money for a swanky one.  might be signing up a starhub line and getting a cheapo fone. JJ says singtel has a cheaper plan for NSF, alvin says NSF got discount for starhub. will be doin the math tommorrow. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107988775671646987?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107988775671646987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107988775671646987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/watched-eye2-with-jj-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107984630562774317</id><published>2004-03-21T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T13:21:48.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>slept at 6.30pm yesterday, woke up at 10.30 today. hell yeah 16 hrs of non-stop sleeping for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent her a msg via forum PM yesterday, wishing her best in her new relationship. hope she doesn't think i'm stalking her or anything. just want things to be normal between us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to catch a movie with JJ later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107984630562774317?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107984630562774317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107984630562774317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/slept-at-6.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107971623444361169</id><published>2004-03-20T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T01:13:55.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>at alvin's place, typing on his laptop. fixing his laptop for him, he's sleeping behind me. can't smoke here. zzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the specialist today, was in the office for less than 10 mins. told me to continue with the physio therapy, gave me an open appointment. damn the bastard. might have to take IPPT, not too good. thinking of switching specialist, but got shitload of debts. dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder if i should use the laptop thru the night. seems like it's getting hot. heat desemination doesn't seem to be any good. plus i'm sleepy after that jack and coke he gave me. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107971623444361169?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107971623444361169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107971623444361169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/at-alvins-place-typing-on-his-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107962707350807639</id><published>2004-03-19T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T00:27:52.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again!</title><content type='html'>was away from home the past 2 nights, had to stay in camp as there was a major course at SIW, had to leave for PLC at 0615 to help out as butt party, which made it impossible for us to stay out. was supposed to stay in today, but i have a specialist appointment tommorrow, so i'm excused from tommorrow lessons. missed by no one as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know why i've been listening to jay zhou so much. there's something about his melancholic songs... that reflects my feelings now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the week - Jay Zhou Jie Lun - Ba Du Kong Jian - 08 - Hui Dao Guo Qu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回到过去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一盏黄黄旧旧的灯 时间在旁闷不吭声 &lt;br /&gt;寂寞下手毫无分寸 不懂得轻重之分 &lt;br /&gt;沉默支撑跃过陌生 静静看着凌晨黄昏 &lt;br /&gt;你的身影 失去平衡 慢慢下沉 &lt;br /&gt;黑暗已在空中盘旋 该往哪我看不见 &lt;br /&gt;也许爱在梦的另一端 无法存活在真实的空间 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想回到过去 试着抱你在怀里 &lt;br /&gt;羞怯的脸带有一点稚气&lt;br /&gt;想看你的看的世界 想在你梦的画面&lt;br /&gt;只要靠在一起就能感觉甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想回到过去 试着让故事继续&lt;br /&gt;至少不再让你离我而去&lt;br /&gt;分散时间的注意 这次会抱得更紧&lt;br /&gt;这样挽留不知还来不来得及 想回到过去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;思绪不断阻挡着回忆播放 盲目的追寻仍然空空荡荡&lt;br /&gt;灰濛濛的夜晚睡意又不知躲到哪去 一转身孤单已躺在身旁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想回到过去 试着抱你在怀里 &lt;br /&gt;羞怯的脸带有一点稚气&lt;br /&gt;想看你的看的世界 想在你梦的画面&lt;br /&gt;只要靠在一起就能感觉甜蜜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想回到过去 试着让故事继续&lt;br /&gt;至少不再让你离我而去&lt;br /&gt;分散时间的注意 这次会抱得更紧&lt;br /&gt;这样挽留不知还来不来得及 想回到过去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沉默支撑跃过陌生 静静看着凌晨黄昏 &lt;br /&gt;你的身影 失去平衡 慢慢下沉 想回到过去 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been trying not to think about her. being with the SSC guys make it easier, but when i'm alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/76005/1/.html"&gt;Massive manhunt on Pulau Tekong for 3 armed robbers fleeing Johor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107962707350807639?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107962707350807639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107962707350807639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/home-again.html' title='Home again!'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107936719661881089</id><published>2004-03-16T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T00:16:31.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was goin to post something, but i'm too tired to think. Can't really remember what i wanted to post again. Oh well. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107936719661881089?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107936719661881089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107936719661881089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/was-goin-to-post-something-but-im-too.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107930504766043738</id><published>2004-03-15T06:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T07:00:41.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aches and Pains</title><content type='html'>Just found out that she's got a new guy already. &lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to REALLY move on.&lt;br /&gt;going to camp, taking a cab. late. seeya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107930504766043738?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107930504766043738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107930504766043738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/aches-and-pains.html' title='Aches and Pains'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107928287929636859</id><published>2004-03-15T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T01:09:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/punkandbarbies/1077859872_IZbipolar2.jpg" border="0" alt="you have... Bipolar Type II"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/superbean/1078641204_earthshine.jpg" border="0" alt="moon"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a moon shadow. With the moon as your source you are a being of great mystery. Constantly drifting, you descend into darkness to conceal your brokenness.  You have come to believe that you are the only one you can rely upon for constancy and safety that you need.  But those who know how to see you find enchanting beauty in your wistfulness and fragility.  It is to them that you should flee, for their arms are an open haven where your true light can finally thrive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/superbean/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Shadow%20Are%20You%3F%20(with%20gorgeous%20pics)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Shadow Are You? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.idealpartner.org.uk/ipbi/WhatJob.asp&gt;Strangely true. (For me at least)&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5.30pm today. slept for 12 hrs straight. watched the last samurai today. nice show. feeling sleepy now. hitting the sack. nites kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the week : 东风破 by jay zhou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107928287929636859?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107928287929636859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107928287929636859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-are-moon-shadow.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107921204448097441</id><published>2004-03-14T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T05:10:37.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night i went to substation with marcus and timothy, marcus was meeting his driving friends. by driving i meant Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VI those kinda cars. Fast and furious kinda cars. Wemt with them to International Business Park area to see them drifting. Edwin joined in slightly later, started raining, tim marcus and me went to look for Felix. He was with friends from some MLM company. Not good. Anyway, we went to Macdonald's at East Coast Park for early breakfast, went to tim's and then mine to pick up our uniforms. Went to marcus' place to change and went to camp. Last day of SAGE today (WOO!) just to do some survey. Frickin waste of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to celebrate Chee Yang's birthday at some KTV. Got caught in the Goddamned rain. We were supposed to go China Black. He has guard duty tommorow, was supposed to book in tonight, but he sort of arranged with the guys to sign in for him. Heard rumours of the IDS might check on them, so he decided to book in tonight just in case. Me and JJ went by ourselves, Welly was inside already. Just missed the 10pm no-entry-fee deadline. Had to pay 18 bucks. Chee yang's female friends were with us, so we had to take care of them. Not that they needed any protection, but watching out for them in any case. Welly already drank 5 mugs of beer in the first hour. Went out to buy cigs. Bad mistake. Turns out reentry into the club was an hour queue again. Found out my brother was inside as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beer was cheap ($3 till midnight). Music was terrible. Played some RnB and techno/trance. boring. I like RnB, but not to dance to. Decided to leave at 3.30 to beat the crowd. It was just as we were leaving the music started to get better. Damn. Went to the Mac's outside Lido for supper, then came back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107921204448097441?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107921204448097441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107921204448097441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/tired.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107893550432578349</id><published>2004-03-11T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T00:21:32.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src='http://images.quizilla.com/G/ghettokitty/1047300968_uizgoodbye.jpg' border='0' alt='goodbye'&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a goodbye kiss- much passion and longing,&lt;br&gt;but never lasting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizilla.com/users/ghettokitty/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20kiss%20are%20you%3F/'&gt; &lt;font size='-1'&gt;What kind of kiss are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size='-3'&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href='http://quizilla.com'&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;payday today, got a shock when i realised that my pay was only $180, instead of $350.&lt;br /&gt;there goes my GBA flash rom... I've completed Golden Sun 1 already, so it means my GB will be useless for sometime... Also won't be able to get the $200 15" Philips LCD monitor Tim mentioned to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why i've been thinking alot about her recently, more so then ever... Eveything i see reminds me of her. My bed, the bus, places. Need some sort of distraction. Thinking about hitting the gym, need a nice looking chest, if possible 6 pecs as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supply Assistant (General Equipment) course is fricking boring, to say the least. Sigh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107893550432578349?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107893550432578349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107893550432578349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-have-goodbye-kiss-much-passion-and.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107850066628783171</id><published>2004-03-05T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T23:54:12.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah i know i haven't been blogging recently, playing alot of soRO. yes another "flava" of RO, private server. the experience rates is much higher, plus it doesn't lag. i'm already a level 82 knight. bad thing is, the server is pretty fugged, due to whiners. People who whine and whine, about exp rates too low, about characters being rolled back, about server wipes. People who ask the GM to tank for them, people who ask for money. whatever happened to hard work? i would get people scolding me just because i refuse to tank them or give them money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm due to go to sembawang camp for SAGE (supply assistant something something) course, together with tim, chong, marcus and edwin, next monday. the damned course is 1 week, which means my specialist appointment for next friday will have to be pushed back -_-" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Long weekend again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much else to report. and yeah i need lots of moolah too. donations of any sorts welcome. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107850066628783171?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107850066628783171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107850066628783171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/yeah-i-know-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107807487311912469</id><published>2004-03-01T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T01:17:27.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just another sunday, wanted to start taking photos for my sale thread in HWZ, but realised the fans were dusty. which means I'll have to dust them. gave up on that account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept the afternoon away, probably won't be sleeping tonight. Have to get up very early anyway. OC master parade tommorrow, will be folding my smart 4 later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msged her today, asking her about her results. Gave the same short noncommital answers she always give to people who she doesn't want to talk to. Sigh. Well i guess i deserve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right side of the body is fucked up. I have more pimples on the right side of my face, more scars. It's highly visible, look like 2-face from batman. My right knee's pain is worse than the pain on the left knee. Even my right eye's more myopic than the left. Only saving grace is i found 2 brown patches on my left shoulder. Never saw them before. Remnants from the sunburn? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107807487311912469?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107807487311912469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107807487311912469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/03/just-another-sunday-wanted-to-start.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107799957598627883</id><published>2004-02-29T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T04:25:29.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna post any more of those demotivational posters anymore. Found out they were from &lt;a href="www.despair.com"&gt;Despair.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well didn't do much this few days, slept the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, Edwin brought us to a pub, called Las Vegas, somewhere at Tanjong Pagar. Turns out it was an Karaoke Pub. The waitresses were pretty good looking, though there was one that was really hot. Hot chick, who happened to be the lead actress for the "show" we were planning. Hot chick was a guy. WAS. Sheesh if Edwin didn't tell us no one could tell. The plan was to introduce despo chong to the hot chick, see what turns out. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, prices of cigs have gone up yet again. Sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally downloaded a copy of iRO that isn't corrupted, started playing. Might give up mRO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched this episode of friends, Ross and Rachel are starting to reminiscing about their time together, reminds me a lot about me and her. Sometimes I think about old times, between me and her. Think about why did things turn out the way they did, why did I turn out to be the way i did. How i wish i was back to those times. We really were... compatible, to say the least. I don't know when or why, things started to change. I've changed. I know. That doesn't stop me from thinking these thoughts though. I know that there's no way we can get back together. Still, one can hope right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illusions or delusions? More like delusions. Things will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my pessimistic self talking again. People might say, if you don't give it a try how would you know? That's the advice I would give my friends. If you give up now, then the "prophecy will be fulfilled". It's just like the time just before we broke up. I was pretty sure then we were gonna break up, even before she said she wanted to. I don't know, was it maybe we weren't speaking already? I tried to talk to her. I remember I kept on telling her, we're going to break up already, why don't you just do it and make it less painful for both of us? I give up too easily. She hung on to the end, and i disappointed her. Have i learnt from this mistake? I don't think so. What have i done to change myself? Nothing. I'm still me, albeit worse. Irresponsible, lazy, arrogant, selfish, insensitive, devil-may-care attitude, smoker, drinker, wanker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like there's nothin worth living for anymore. Yeah i remember there was once my computer broke down, and i just got dumped out of school. I mentioned that I have "no computer, no money, no school, no life." Big mistake, she was beside me. Although i tried to recover from it asap, followed up with a "Luckily I still have you", it was something that she remembered from then on. Same situation now, I've nothing except my PC and my family. Nothing to look forward to, everyday is the same as the day before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless life. I look around, and see everyone else having a purpose in life. Like Weiren. Studying in U, yet working at the same time. Jinny, at least she's got fusion to think about now. Seet, Joel and Alvin, pursuing their studies in U. Winnie, at least she has a kid and husband. Teresa's working. Some camp mates have started their business ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so dysfunctional. Like I'm neither your average studious S'porean kid, nor am i a standard ah beng. I don't hang out with friends at some cheap lameass shopping center. I don't even like to go out much. i stay at home with my computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no life. Will i change? I kinda like my lifestyle now, though i feel so alone. Bah i'm going OOP again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107799957598627883?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107799957598627883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107799957598627883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-not-gonna-post-any-more-of-those.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107763723034423088</id><published>2004-02-24T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T23:46:29.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421444090/13.jpg" alt="mediocrity"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up day today.&lt;br /&gt;First off i woke up late, felt like shit, called in sick (again), went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Got a call sometime later, can't really remember the time. They said i have to go back and endorse my MC.&lt;br /&gt;went back to sleep. woke up went to the polyclinic, unfortunately it's a male doctor. Damn ass won't give me an extra day's MC. so it's only 1 day. arrived at camp at 2, went to the medical centre to endorse the damn MC, left the medical centre at 3.30. reached home at 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complete waste of time. what were they thinking? 1 day's MC need to go back and endorse? even the medics and the Medical Officer said 1 day's MC just give to the company clerk will do. what if i fainted on the way to camp due to sickness? is it illegal to fall sick already? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107763723034423088?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107763723034423088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107763723034423088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/fucked-up-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107747130248638417</id><published>2004-02-23T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T20:50:37.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421444090/12.jpg" alt="Losing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://orangeday.net/kakashi/quiz/2343/sasuke.gif" width="250" height="150" alt="I am Sasuke!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Console" size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://orangeday.net/kakashi/quiz/" target="_blank"&gt;Which Naruto Character are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;quiz by &lt;a href="http://orangeday.net"&gt;orangeday.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out this morning for soccer with bro and friends, tried to even out my tan lines by playing topless, but don't seem to work. Kelvin ballooned the ball and broke a bonsai. The owner wasn't home, so the neighbour lent us a broom to sweep up the mess, and paper to leave a note for the owner. Before leaving i noticed the neighbour hung his birdcages along the corridor as well. Some people never learn from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, had lunch. Played RO the whole day. Man oh man, seems like malaysian players are the most fucked up mmorpg players on earth. They kill steal (KS) you and then come and use vulgarities on you. I mean, woah, that's like biting you and saying your hand is bitter. WTF?! Stupid m'sians. No wonder they're still in 3rd world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a msg around 8.30pm from Weiren. Told me winnie was getting married tonight, and asked me if i liked to go for the dinner at Marriott. I was stunned to say the least. 1stly, WOAH~ SHE? Getting married? 2ndly, no money for ang pao. 3rdly, it's like pretty late already and on short notice. After much persuasion from Weiren, i said ok. Changed immediately and rushed down. Was at Boon Keng station around 9.15 when Weiren said he has arrived, asked me to take a cab down. Did so, cab fare was $5 exactly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i arrived, there were 2 makciks asking Weiren whether he had $2 to spare them for a bus ride home to Bukit Panjang. Was late (obviously) so I just gave them the $2 and went into the hotel. The ballroom was like PWOR!!!!!! The dinner was easily $50k. WR paid for my share of the angpao, had to borrow a pen from the staff who gave us a black face. Bloody hell, can't even provide service with a smile in such a fancy hotel. We were seated together with a family we didn't know. In fact we didn'tknow anyone at the whole dinner. Very uncomfortable to say the least. Red wine and abalone made me slightly more comfirtable. Was in time for the customary yam seng and photo taking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's that then. Time for bed. 4 hrs left to sleep. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107747130248638417?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107747130248638417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107747130248638417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/which-naruto-character-are-youquiz-by.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107739474188318724</id><published>2004-02-22T04:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T04:23:38.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421444090/11.jpg" alt="Ineptitude"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've almost completed my Golden Sun. Was sort of stuck and i checked out the FAQs... then i realised i'm already at the final boss area. Appareatly there're some side quests undone as yet so i think i'll concentrate on those and leveling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not touched D2 for some time, due to mRO. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAFISAM is finally over, which means no more butt party for a while. Unfortunately, gotta go back to the range to clear up on monday and tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being sunburnt for so long, my skin is finally starting to peel. Sheesh, talk about retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed. Slept in the afternoon but still tired. Don't know why. Might be playing footie with bro later, see if I'm alive at 9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107739474188318724?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107739474188318724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107739474188318724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/ive-almost-completed-my-golden-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107712258775402451</id><published>2004-02-19T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T00:47:20.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MC DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421444090/10.jpg" alt="Idiocy"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late, not feeling 50%, decided to call in sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hougang Mall riding the new feeder bus. No more Service 321, now it's 113. nice number. They took out 111 and now we have 112. Can't they make nicer numbers? sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway went to HG Mall, had hotcakes for breakfast, went to the Popular Bookstore to look for mRO cd. That's right kiddies! Malaysian Ragnarok Online! Free! (Other than the cost of the CD of course.) The games section there was a mess. Gave up, went to top up ez-link card. No more money liao. Went to the polyclinic after that, got 1 day MC. Took 113 back to Kovan Mall, went to the Popular to look for mRO cd. Fucking malaysians priced the behasa melayu version at $1.70, the english version at $2. Came home and installed, and played and played and played the whole day away. Damn. Supposed to clear up room (not done) and clear up hdd (partially done). Oh well, here's to my &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of stupid malaysians, there was this guy who kept on following me around, using me as a tank, stealing my drops. Found of he was a M'sian. No fucking ettiquette. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news for me, don't have to report at 7. Tim informed me to report way later! woohoo. so now it's 8 instead =.="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitting the sack. Banzai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421444090/17.jpg" alt="Say Cheese!"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107712258775402451?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107712258775402451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107712258775402451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/mc-day.html' title='MC DAY'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107703419183002631</id><published>2004-02-18T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T00:13:14.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421444090/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself sunburnt again today, was wearing the official SAF singlet for the past 2 days at work.&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got the "bra-strap" look, hurts like hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applied some cream, goin to hit the sack. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107703419183002631?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107703419183002631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107703419183002631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/got-myself-sunburnt-again-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107694341653896416</id><published>2004-02-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T22:59:32.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Offspring - Americana - 03 - Staring At The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421444090/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to hit the sack, same old same old day today, range ended early, but had to stay until 4.30.&lt;br /&gt;didn't sleep much yesterday, must be slept too much on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;getting addicted to golden sun already, think i played too much today. &lt;br /&gt;eyes hurting&lt;br /&gt;off to bed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107694341653896416?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107694341653896416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107694341653896416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/offspring-americana-03-staring-at-sun.html' title='Offspring - Americana - 03 - Staring At The Sun'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107686041227381328</id><published>2004-02-15T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T23:56:07.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421444090/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept for 12 hrs straight yesterday, now i'm sleepy already. It's a sign of old age I guess. &lt;br /&gt;Did nothing much today, played some golden sun, need for speed underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bascially played the whole day away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to camp again tommorrow. nites!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107686041227381328?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107686041227381328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107686041227381328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/slept-for-12-hrs-straight-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107678717759137887</id><published>2004-02-15T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T03:36:51.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421444090/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V day has come and gone, and I'm still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off the day by reaching the camp 10 minutes late. Went up to bunk, sat around for 10 minutes or so before realising I didn't sign in. Of course I put the time as 0730. Went back up, watch them play carrom until around 8, did half an hour of area cleaning, then a 2LT came to inspect. 2LT Chew report sick. =_=" After the casual inspection, some guy asked when can we book out. The 2LT said 1000. We played more carroms.  There was a team match and the losers had to go to the canteen to buy breakfast on our behalf. Whilst they were gone we played Big2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast was consumed and we played more big2. This time we had a point system. Guy with the most cards at the end of the round would get 1 point, most points would have to do a forfeit. Within 4 rounds it was a 2-way fight. By 0955, Fernandez lost / won the forfeit. He had to unfurl the firehose by gripping the head and running in a direction, shouting "AHHHHHH" at the same time, and then roll it back again. Final score was 4-3-1-1, I was one of those who had 1 point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booking out i shared a cab with Timothy, Frenendez, and Theng to Raffles Place, then i set off to Chinatown to look for a GBA SP. Walked around to compare prices, then went to SLS to ask around. SLS' GBA were generally more expensive by $20-$30. Had lunch at BK at Burlington Square, waited to Takuyazz to pass me the USB gamepad. Went back to Pearl Center, bought a black GBA SP and a RPG game called Golden Sun. Heard it's quite good, even spawning a sequel. Graphics were quite good, comparable to the SNES of yesteryear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back home, rest a while, received a call from JJ to meet for dinner at orchard. after dinner i had planned to go to the esplanade, but i had a friend celebrating his bithday early, so we went to "The Chevrons" to drink. Got slightly drunk, went to geylang for supper with the guys, then i had a ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring day, eyes are shutting down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107678717759137887?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107678717759137887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107678717759137887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/v-day.html' title='V Day'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107668586765108376</id><published>2004-02-13T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T23:30:36.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421444090/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today's February Fri the 13th, eve of Valentine's Day. Spending this year's Valentine's with myself I guess... Might be going out with Chee Yang, Kailun and gang. See how first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do butt party today (that sounds quite weird), was sentry, ended range activity around 1300hrs. Expected to get early book out + long weekend, but was not to be. Initial instructions from the warrant officer was to fall out and return on monday after reaching company line, but the 2LT saw us and asked us to return tommorrow for area cleaning, said he didn't get anything regarding a long weekend. All of us got pissed and waited for the warrant to return to talk to the 2LT. Waited till 1630, only to hear the warrant tell us to follow the 2LT instructions. Few of them got super pissed off, applied for half day's leave immediately. Me, Tim and Fernendez decided to suck thumb and just go back. Complete waste of time and transport fees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard of an offer for GBA SP selling cheap at Pearl Centre, might drop by tommorrow after work. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107668586765108376?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107668586765108376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107668586765108376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107660100106478859</id><published>2004-02-12T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T23:31:12.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421444090/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to mention this. Had a competition yesterday, where the shooters had to "buy" the rounds to be put into the pot. He'll get 70% of the pot if they hit the bullseye, and the butt party gets 30%. If not one gets it, the butt party gets to keep all. Yesterday we got $20 for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgot all about it when I ordered breakfast with the permstaff. Got 2 breakfast(s?) in the end, nasi lemak and wanton mee. Kept the nasi lemak for lunch. Today's takings was $12 i think... Might be enough for coffee only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being butt party is not all fun and games though, since we're under the sun. My nose is peeling, and my forehead is starting to as well, due to sunburn. Dehydrated all the time. Face and arms are tanned now, body is still white, think I'll most likely get skin cancer some time this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today seemed to be "no batt" day. My mobile was on low batt, my MD ran out of batteries, batteries borrowed from Tim also ran out... seemed like my Friday the 13th came early. Also found out why my MD recording always seem to be undone, turns out that there's power loss in the middle of the night, will try again tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of getting either a Gameboy Advance SP with Flashrom or a PS2. The GB would be good for camp usage, though i would much prefer to play a PS2. Both cost are about the same... So much expenditure, with the driving lessons and the consoles... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Delta Road to get speakers after work today. "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.3dsoundsurge.com/reviews/LCS2514/LCS2514.html"&gt;Labtec 4.1&lt;/a&gt; for $25. A bit old and slightly yellow, but worth the $25. Now stuck with a set of 2.1 speakers. might keep it for my next comp or sell it off, though most likely i won't get much for them. Been meaning to give away some parts salvaged off old computers taking up space in my room, but haven't got the time to take pictures of them. Ok, so it's more like I'm lazy. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adayinthelife.org/"&gt;Picture Blog.&lt;/a&gt; Innovative, might do it but no decent cameras. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107660100106478859?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107660100106478859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107660100106478859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/labtec-4.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107651219574221537</id><published>2004-02-11T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T23:12:47.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got off work pretty early today, finished the range around 2.30, had to stay in bunk (yes I do have a bunk in camp) till the rest came back. Was dismissed around 4, not before losing at carem (?) and having to buy stuff on behalf of the guys from the canteen as forfeit. Fear not! I will have my revenge! *shakes fist in anger + maniacal laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a bit of D2 today, trying to play Ice Socceress, kept on dying before Lv 10. Got pissed, switched to CS. Think it's something about me not being a ladies' man. Never could understand them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went through the different brochures of the driving schools with Tim... CDC apparently doesn't give 2 hoots whether you already have basic and / or final driving theory certifications, you have to pay for the damn lessons. Fucks to them, I say. So it's either SSDC or private coaching. Pretty much decided on SSDC, untl we returned from range and spoke to 2LT Chew, who reccomended a private coach. Much cheaper compared to SSDC, highly tempted... Also heard that the coach has a high number of students with first-time passes, which would save me lots in a long run. Was gonna talk to mum about subsidising the lessons, but i guess she's pretty hard up right now. Might ask her tommorrow evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421444090/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107651219574221537?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107651219574221537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107651219574221537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/got-off-work-pretty-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107642669903230180</id><published>2004-02-10T23:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T23:15:34.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't play diablo ii today. Just finished watching American Pie 3 : American Wedding. Funny show, especially how the male lead always got himself into really fucked up situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another normal day at work, butt party as usual. Cough's getting bad. Went with Tim to SSDC and CFC to check out the difference between the 2 centres, as we're both gonna learn driving. Learning to drive in singapore is EXPENSIVE. Still considering which one is better. SSDC is closer to our camp, but CFC is closer to our place. CFC is slightly more expensive though, and they're not as flexible as SSDC... Decisions, decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to sleep now, gotta rush to work tommorow. Bargh. &lt;br /&gt;Recording my MD now, so i turned off any proggies that might make sounds (E.G ICQ, MSN)&lt;br /&gt;It's not so good to have "uh-oh!" in the middle of the music. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421444090/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107642669903230180?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107642669903230180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107642669903230180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/didnt-play-diablo-ii-today.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107634024597545806</id><published>2004-02-09T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T23:34:38.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get The (Butt) Party Started</title><content type='html'>My Level 58 Hardcore Barb just died. oh well at least it's a new record =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out I'm not a storeman at SSC after all, I'm now known as the Permanent Butt Party. Don't be an ass about butt jokes please, and I don't intend to be the butt of any jokes. Don't ask me what that means, I have no idea what it means. All I know is that I'm in charge of the target boards at the range till 30th November. Not too good I would say, staying in the hot sun the whole day, especially now that the rainy season is over. I've got sunburn today. Tommorrow more butt duty, doing it with Timothy. Told him to bring some sunblock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was late today. Was supposed to reach SSC by 0715, reached there at 0740 instead. Miscalculated the travelling time. Will set off 15 minutes earlier tommorow and see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually thought of something deep to post whilst I was at the range. Can't really remember what already. Don't you just hate it when that happens? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to sign up for driving lessons tommorow after work. Might as well, don't wanna waste my time during this 2 years. Got my basic theory already, just have to go on to advanced and practicals. Hopefully can get my liscense by end of the year =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting today I'll be posting a Demotivational picture. That's right, as opposed to those Motivational posters you find in bookstores nowadays. Got these from some powerpoint, took screen shots. Kinda funny really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://www2.freepichosting.com/Images/421444090/1.jpg&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107634024597545806?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107634024597545806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107634024597545806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/lets-get-butt-party-started.html' title='Let&apos;s Get The (Butt) Party Started'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107625631761643162</id><published>2004-02-08T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T00:07:43.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't do much today, spent the whole day playing diablo ii. &lt;br /&gt;Broke my own record, now my barbarian is level 54, thanks to 30+ baal runs today. &lt;br /&gt;started another barbarian, using the berserker set (short of the helm though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for bed, got work later. =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107625631761643162?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107625631761643162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107625631761643162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/didnt-do-much-today-spent-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107617643878321927</id><published>2004-02-08T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T01:56:23.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick </title><content type='html'>Didn't update the blog yesterday. Was feeling ill, bad cough + fever. Apologies to all my fans out there (grand population of erm ... 1 now). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quick update on what happened on friday. Woke up late, called in sick. Asked Tim to pass the message for me as i didn't have the company line number. Not so good for the first day of slavery. Coy line called up at 8+, asked me to endorse MC after seeing the doctor. Damn bastards them. Went back to sleep, saw the doctor around 10.30. Got the 2 days MC at 12, called back to coy line, asked them whether need to go back, they said I'm free to go home and rest. Came back, slept till dinner. Yada yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fruitful day. Cleaned up my room and casing fan filters. Threw out some old casings. will be doing more tommorrow, I guess. Cough getting worse, gotta stop smoking. Feel like drinking, but I'm flat broke. Oh well. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107617643878321927?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107617643878321927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107617643878321927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/sick.html' title='Sick '/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107599437112182757</id><published>2004-02-05T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T23:22:55.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck</title><content type='html'>My Level 52 Hardcore Summonancer just died. May he rest in peace. Amen. Hooah. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm officially a SSC (Safsa Shooting Club) Storeman. As of tommorow, I report to Nee Soon Camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did i do today?&lt;br /&gt;0745 - Report to Manpower Branch, Infantry HQ&lt;br /&gt;0800 - Installed in Reading Room.&lt;br /&gt;0801 - Sleep&lt;br /&gt;1200 - Lunch&lt;br /&gt;1245 - Haircut (YAY!)&lt;br /&gt;1300 - Return to Reading Room&lt;br /&gt;1630 - Was ready to book out &lt;br /&gt;1632 - Told to get ready to go to School Of Infantry Weapons (!) at Pasir Laba Camp, Boon Lay  (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), to fill up particulars for new unit&lt;br /&gt;1700 - Fastcraft out of tekong&lt;br /&gt;1730 - Last minute changes, going to Nee Soon Camp immediately instead (phew!)&lt;br /&gt;1800 - Arrived at new unit, SSC, told to go home.&lt;br /&gt;1900 - Home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 0530 again. Going to sleep soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/evil/index.shtml"&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/spacefem/1061734470_evil6.gif" border=0&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107599437112182757?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107599437112182757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107599437112182757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/fuck.html' title='Fuck'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107598612100721621</id><published>2004-02-05T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T01:58:59.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AKA Puke-green</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#2E8B57" border=1 width="50%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;big&gt;you are seagreen&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br&gt;#2E8B57&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font color="#FFFFFF" size=-1&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your dominant hues are cyan and green. Although you definately strive to be logical you care about people and know there's a time and place for thinking emotionally. Your head rules most things but your heart rules others, and getting them to meet in the middle takes a lot of your energy some days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your saturation level is higher than average - You know what you want, but sometimes know not to tell everyone. You value accomplishments and know you can get the job done, so don't be afraid to run out and make things happen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your outlook on life can be bright or dark, depending on the situation. You are flexible and see things objectively.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/colorquiz"&gt;the spacefem.com html color quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn accurate, this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107598612100721621?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107598612100721621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107598612100721621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/aka-puke-green.html' title='AKA Puke-green'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107590860387816983</id><published>2004-02-04T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T23:32:23.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Utterly Tiring Day of Doing Nothing</title><content type='html'>Tired. Got my new vocation - Supply assistant (Infantry HQ). No OETI. Oh well. Moved &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; my stuff from SISPEC HQ to Infantry HQ, then told to bring everything back home. Need to cut my hair, everyone's saying it's long, but I'm flat broke. Have to wake up early again tommorrow, going back to Infantry HQ for my unit to, I quote, "pick me up". Heard it might be SCC (whatever that is) @ Nee Soon Camp. Nights all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.com.au/common/story_page/0,4057,8579692^13762,00.html"&gt; "Fuck A Dog" - Blink 182 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107590860387816983?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107590860387816983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107590860387816983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/another-utterly-tiring-day-of-doing.html' title='Another Utterly Tiring Day of Doing Nothing'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107582095275320581</id><published>2004-02-03T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T23:16:50.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my post out day</title><content type='html'>"Today is my post out day&lt;br /&gt;Hooah!&lt;br /&gt;Hooah!&lt;br /&gt;Today is my post out day&lt;br /&gt;Hooah Hooah Ay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more SOC&lt;br /&gt;No more SFT&lt;br /&gt;No more sergeant TEKAN me&lt;br /&gt;Hooah Hooah Ay~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- me, "Today is my post out day" single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 5.30 later, going back to SISPEC HQ before going to my new unit. Hopefully it's OETI or CMPB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://customwire.ap.org/dynamic/stories/B/BABY_VERSION_20?SITE=FLTAM&amp;SECTION=ENTERTAINMENT"&gt;Techie Names First Son Version 2.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107582095275320581?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107582095275320581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107582095275320581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/today-is-my-post-out-day.html' title='Today is my post out day'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107562490156061848</id><published>2004-02-02T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T05:31:01.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my book in day. </title><content type='html'>Just came back from adam's place, after supper with James, Adam, Andy and Gaynor. Was supposed to meet at Athar, but it turned out to be closed due to Hari Raya Haji. Freaking bastards made me go all the way down there for nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booking in tonight. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ananova.com/news/story/sm_376025.html"&gt; Why you shouldn't pee on an electric frence &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://artport.whitney.org/gatepages/artists/galloway/index2.html"&gt;Controller Tabs for Super Mario&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107562490156061848?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107562490156061848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107562490156061848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/today-is-my-book-in-day.html' title='Today is my book in day. '/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107560071982143508</id><published>2004-02-01T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T10:39:11.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm home</title><content type='html'>Booked out this morning at 8. Was at section live firing exercise whole day, doing fatigue duty. Actually, not really the whole day, seems they forgot about some of us, me included, and we slept in bunk till noon. We "reminded" them about us only after we got hungry and decided to look for lunch. Lunch was not found, called the sergeant-major, told to wait for someone to collect us. Lunch was un-promptly delivered to us at 2pm, ate at PLC, then waited for 4.30pm so that we could collect dinner from the cookhouse. Dinner delivered, ate with the guys, then went back to collect night snack, kaya pau and tuna pie (?). Exercise ended at 11.30pm, packed up, finally set off for tekong at 1.30am (!!!). Slept on the 3-tonner all the way back to company line. Arrived at 3.30am, unloaded stores, lights off at 4.15am. Woke up at 6, had breakfast, then booked out. Hitched a ride with Kenneths's dad, dropped me off at a busstop en route to his home, took a bus back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was told on Friday by one of my fellow OOCs that instead of being attached to SISPEC HQ on Tuesday, I'm getting my external external posting on wed. Details not known. Hopefully it's 8-5. Dead sleepy now, going to hit the sack, will write more later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/business/technology/articles/2004/01/30/comcast_targets_internet_abusers_but_wont_reveal_limits/"&gt;Proof that there are not such thing as "unlimited" other than stupidity and greed in the US &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof that you don't have to be rich to get a credit card in the US, &lt;a href="http://www.nbcsandiego.com/money/2800173/detail.html"&gt;just a dog will do.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107560071982143508?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107560071982143508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107560071982143508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m home'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107542699771554944</id><published>2004-01-30T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T09:45:29.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>overslept, just woke up. *scratches balls* &lt;br /&gt;late to hell, plus sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gone. seeyall on sunday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107542699771554944?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107542699771554944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107542699771554944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/01/zzzzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzzzzz'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107540913425682847</id><published>2004-01-30T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T04:53:41.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We interrupt your scheduled program for this announcement</title><content type='html'>I've moved everything to blogspot. Didn't complete the layout, some places still raw.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye cruel world~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107540913425682847?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107540913425682847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107540913425682847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/01/we-interrupt-your-scheduled-program.html' title='We interrupt your scheduled program for this announcement'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6116759.post-107540763839811021</id><published>2004-01-30T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T04:53:00.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you look at the time?!</title><content type='html'>WTF?! it's almost 4 now. somehow I've found my password for &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com" target="_blank"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt; so I'm preparing to move back. &lt;a href="www.livejournal.com" target="_blank"&gt;LJ&lt;/a&gt; sucks. Can't customise for shit. Spent the last 4 hours looking for nice templates and setting up the layout. Stole some ideas from &lt;a href="http://pinkstraw.blogspot.com/"&gt;jinny&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://evilprawn.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;perlin&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway in other news, I'll be going back to sispec later today (Fri). won't be coming out till Sunday morning, then might be rushing off to tiong bahru to collect speakers. Saturday sees Echo Elite Hooah Company going to PLC. Going to be sentry there then. think we're moving off tomorrow evening, which means after the cremation we'll be rushing back to company line. have to wake up by 8 later. meeting them at 10 at Admiralty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to take off my contacts and sleep liao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what I've decided to do.&lt;a href="http://pinkstraw.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6116759-107540763839811021?l=zeng0d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107540763839811021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6116759/posts/default/107540763839811021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zeng0d.blogspot.com/2004/01/will-you-look-at-time.html' title='Will you look at the time?!'/><author><name>zeng0d</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04575138873077183372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
