<?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-6977673</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:24:06.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dumbcube</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</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>292</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-4199931601201189428</id><published>2007-04-09T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T13:59:27.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest Well Yiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's been a long time since I blogged. And this is a tribute to a dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Joyr0cKUlDU/RhpQanEAy0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/LiGlFmif0UQ/s1600-h/36571437535899l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051439823315848018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Joyr0cKUlDU/RhpRwXEAy1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zDXDTa7ZLlw/s320/36571437535899l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a long long time since we met, and I really wish we did. It was great knowing you, and the times in the past hanging out with you and the guys were really fun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You used to like to pinch me and call me "Dinosaur". I am starting to get used to that; alot of people call me that too! It must be the hair =D &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your pinch mark is still on my arm, even after these two years! I remember I'd tahan the pain until I can't take it anymore then I'll run far far away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now, I wish I can hear another "Dino" from you, or get another pinch from you. Because I know it never will happen till the day we meet in heaven again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye my dear friend. Here's to the times we spent and we are going to miss your beautiful smile, Yiting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rest in Peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Friendly Dinosaur&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-4199931601201189428?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/4199931601201189428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=4199931601201189428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/4199931601201189428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/4199931601201189428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2007/04/rest-well-yiting.html' title='Rest Well Yiting.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Joyr0cKUlDU/RhpRwXEAy1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/zDXDTa7ZLlw/s72-c/36571437535899l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-2842747822134808739</id><published>2007-02-17T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T09:55:50.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test</title><content type='html'>Bea do, Vince do, so I must also do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite accurate leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 155px; HEIGHT: 15px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(150,0,0) 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; WIDTH: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WHITE-SPACE: nowrap"&gt;Neuroticism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(150,0,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(255,100,100) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 1%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(150,0,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; MARGIN-TOP: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 10px; FLOAT: right; COLOR: white"&gt;1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,150) 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; WIDTH: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WHITE-SPACE: nowrap"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,0,150) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(100,100,255) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 93%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,0,150) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,255); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; MARGIN-TOP: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 10px; FLOAT: right; COLOR: white"&gt;93&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,90,0) 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; WIDTH: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WHITE-SPACE: nowrap"&gt;Openness To Experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(0,90,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(85,159,85) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 52%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(0,90,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,128,0); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; MARGIN-TOP: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 10px; FLOAT: right; COLOR: white"&gt;52&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(144,115,0) 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; WIDTH: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WHITE-SPACE: nowrap"&gt;Agreeableness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(144,115,0) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(255,241,170) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 79%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(144,115,0) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(251,212,0); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; MARGIN-TOP: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 10px; FLOAT: right; COLOR: white"&gt;79&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(80,0,80) 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; WIDTH: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; OVERFLOW: hidden; WHITE-SPACE: nowrap"&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(80,0,80) 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(149,99,151) 1px solid; FILTER: progid:DXImageTransform.Microsoft.Gradient(GradientType=0, StartColor=16777215, EndColor=2130706432); FLOAT: left; WIDTH: 60%; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(80,0,80) 1px solid; HEIGHT: 18px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(128,0,128); TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; MARGIN-TOP: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 10px; FLOAT: right; COLOR: white"&gt;60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 15px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You are sociable, outgoing, energetic, and lively. You prefer to be around people much of the time. You are calm and composed, reacting well to situations that most people would describe as stressful. A desire for tradition does not prevent you from trying new things. Your thinking is neither simple nor complex. To others you appear to be a well-educated person but not an intellectual. You have a strong interest in others' needs and well-being. You are pleasant, sympathetic, and cooperative. You are reasonably reliable, organized, and self-controlled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://pi.pulseware.com.au/mle.asp?pi=504985x335157); MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 5px" href="http://www.whooga.com" target="_blank"&gt;Test Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 5px" href="http://www.whooga.com/?ur=335157x226b73" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Compare Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-RIGHT: 5px" href="http://www.whooga.com/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;a=personality-tests&amp;amp;x=335157x226b73" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;View Full Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This report compares you to other men who are 20 or younger in Singapore. It analyses you based on each of the five broad personality domains of the Five-Factor Model (Goldberg, L R. 1999), and the six sub domains at each level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism explanation  back to top&lt;br /&gt;Overall Score 1&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety 1&lt;br /&gt;Anger 1&lt;br /&gt;Depression 4&lt;br /&gt;Self-Consciousness 0&lt;br /&gt;Immoderation 74&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a calm person who is considered almost fearless by some. You rarely get angry and it takes a lot to make you angry. You very rarely feel depressed and are usually in a good frame of mind. You do not feel nervous in social situations, and have a good impression of what others think of you. You feel strong cravings and urges that you have difficulty resisting. You tend to prefer short-term pleasures and rewards over long-term consequences. You are poised, confident, and clear-thinking when stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraversion explanation  back to top&lt;br /&gt;Overall Score 93&lt;br /&gt;Friendliness 96&lt;br /&gt;Gregariousness 92&lt;br /&gt;Assertiveness 59&lt;br /&gt;Activity Level 66&lt;br /&gt;Excitement-Seeking 73&lt;br /&gt;Cheerfulness 94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You genuinely like other people and openly demonstrate positive feelings toward others. You make friends quickly and it is easy for you to form close, intimate relationships. You find the company of others pleasantly stimulating and rewarding, and you enjoy the excitement that crowds provide. You are an active group participant but usually prefer to let someone else be the group leader. You lead a moderately paced life. You like some energetic activities, but also like to relax and take it easy. You love bright lights and hustle and bustle. You are likely to take risks and seek thrills. You experience a range of positive feelings, including happiness, enthusiasm, optimism, and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness To Experience explanation  back to top&lt;br /&gt;Overall Score 52&lt;br /&gt;Imagination 53&lt;br /&gt;Artistic Interests 45&lt;br /&gt;Emotionality 84&lt;br /&gt;Adventurousness 62&lt;br /&gt;Intellect 45&lt;br /&gt;Liberalism 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a moderately imaginative person who enjoys a good balance between the real world and fantasy. You are reasonably interested in the arts but are not totally absorbed by them. You have good access to and awareness of your own feelings. Familiar routines are good, but sometimes you like to spice up your life with a bit of adventure or activity. You enjoy a certain amount of debate or intellectual thought, but sometimes get bored with too much. You prefer the security and stability brought by conformity to tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness explanation  back to top&lt;br /&gt;Overall Score 79&lt;br /&gt;Trust 75&lt;br /&gt;Morality 88&lt;br /&gt;Altruism 78&lt;br /&gt;Cooperation 69&lt;br /&gt;Modesty 32&lt;br /&gt;Sympathy 80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You naturally assume that most people are fair, honest, and have good intentions. You see no need for pretense or manipulation when dealing with others and are therefore candid, frank and sincere. People find it relatively easy to relate to you. You find helping other people genuinely rewarding and are generally willing to assist those who are in need. You find that doing things for others is a form of self-fulfillment rather than self-sacrifice. You dislike confrontations and are perfectly willing to compromise or to deny your own needs in order to get along with others. You feel superior to those around you and sometimes tend to be seen as arrogant by other people. You are tenderhearted and compassionate, feeling the pain of others vicariously and are easily moved to pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness explanation  back to top&lt;br /&gt;Overall Score 60&lt;br /&gt;Self-Efficacy 72&lt;br /&gt;Orderliness 32&lt;br /&gt;Dutifulness 71&lt;br /&gt;Achievement-Striving 88&lt;br /&gt;Self-Discipline 77&lt;br /&gt;Cautiousness 16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that you have the intelligence, common sense, drive, and self-control necessary for achieving success. In general you tend to be disorganized and scattered. You have a strong sense of duty and obligation, and feel a moral obligation to do the right thing. You strive hard to achieve excellence. Your drive to be recognized as successful keeps you on track toward your lofty goals. You often have a strong sense of direction in life, but may sometimes be too single-minded and obsessed with your work. You have strong will-power and are able to overcome your reluctance to begin tasks. You are able to stay on track despite distractions. You often say or do the first thing that comes to mind without deliberating alternatives and the probable consequences of those alternatives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-2842747822134808739?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/2842747822134808739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=2842747822134808739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/2842747822134808739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/2842747822134808739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2007/02/personality-test.html' title='Personality Test'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-116628642227756318</id><published>2006-12-17T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T00:27:02.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OCS</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is a book-in day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sian. But OCS, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-116628642227756318?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/116628642227756318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=116628642227756318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/116628642227756318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/116628642227756318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/12/ocs.html' title='OCS'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-116601834087197157</id><published>2006-12-13T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:59:00.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing The Jockey</title><content type='html'>Just a funky picture of my POP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/406/320/410581/677122370l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, the sense of elation.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-116601834087197157?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/116601834087197157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=116601834087197157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/116601834087197157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/116601834087197157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/12/throwing-jockey.html' title='Throwing The Jockey'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-116581636755036275</id><published>2006-12-11T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:56:58.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B-DEC 30</title><content type='html'>I got a e-newsletter from Fender and it came with some interesting information of their new products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fender now has a new Bass Amplifier product that is rather innovative. Look, we have all heard of guitar amps with built-in effects, tuners, and metronomes. And bass amps are always the regular stuff, probably with an occassional Gainer button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fender now has something to make things more interesting for the much-neglected bassists: B-DEC 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/406/320/737970/B_DEC_30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something to get excited over at last, fellow bassists.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a beginner looking for something to hear your new bass with, this amp will be a good choice. It not only comes with multiple effects, it also comes with a drum machine coupled with a lesson book. The book explores different style from rock to reggae to disco and of course, funk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts from &lt;a href="http://www.bassplayer.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.bassplayer.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Teacher presets are designed to deliver the basics, with a guide bass track and a drum kit to keep you playing in time. Topics covered in these presets include: warm up exercises, scales, intervals, arpeggios, rhythm studies, slap-and-pop style bass playing exercises and more.&lt;/em&gt; " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Each preset inside the B-DEC™ 30 is represented in the method book. Along with a transcription of the bass line in both musical notation and tablature, the method book also provides insight for the player in regard to technique, music theory and the main objective for each piece of music. The player can learn the recorded bass track or mute the bass track and create their own part."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The B-DEC ™ 30 is a 30 Watt bass combo with a 10" speaker and high frequency piezo horn providing low-end thump and top-end clarity for both the bass and the programmed music backing tracks. It features front &amp;amp; rear instrument inputs for multiple players, a headphone output for silent practice, Line Out for recording or PA applications, an AUX input for use with a CD or MP3 device, and MIDI In and Out ports to send and receive MIDI songs, and to facilitate future software upgrades from Fender.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For more information check out &lt;a href="http://www.fender.com/products/bdec30/"&gt;http://www.fender.com/products/bdec30/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Add this to my new wishlist, matey! And no they did not pay me anything to blog about their new product. Fender is just good man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They &lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/strong&gt; invent the electric bass guitar, after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-116581636755036275?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/116581636755036275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=116581636755036275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/116581636755036275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/116581636755036275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/12/b-dec-30.html' title='B-DEC 30'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-116549541158346167</id><published>2006-12-07T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:43:31.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP lo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;POP LOH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am super happy now, not just because of POP, but because &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is coming! I still remember one of the days during my field camp in Tekong I was entertaining myself by humming Christmas carols. Okay, I am being random here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures from my Passing Out Parade (not fainting kind of passing out la neh neh):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/406/320/490239/05%2520dEc%252006%2520-%2520020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notice how everyone else is standing at attention while we are being photo whores.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/406/320/469422/05%2520dEc%252006%2520-%2520015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know who took this but I look like crap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Anyways, for those that don't, I may be signing on with the Air Force as a WSO C3 Officer. Er, a C3 navigates and controls the flight path of the planes, I think. I still have two more stages to go before I sign on: my medical review and a compass test (some test that simulates flying an aeroplane). I am not sure if I'd like like the job but it pays well and gives me a scholarship. A bond of 7 years (inclusive of NS) if bonded. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/406/320/151102/brevets-w3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This will be on my chest if I get through.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On top of that, I have decided not to go into the hospitality industry anymore, whether I sign on or not. I believe that it will affect my time with my family in the future. Anyone care to give me an opinion?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Back to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;M&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Please do tell me what you want for Christmas so it can make my shopping easier. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4940/406/320/732878/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't blame me if you got shit and you haven't told me what you wanted =/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And my wishlist of the year:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. PSP!&lt;br /&gt;2. Samsung K5&lt;br /&gt;3. Electro-Harmonix Bass Microsynth (click here for &lt;a onclick="_hbLink('ElectroHarmonixBassMicrosynthDemo','VidHorz');" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQGT19BrPZ4&amp;amp;search=electro%20harmonix%20ehx%20bass%20microsynth%20pedal%20synthesizer%20effects%20fender%20gibson"&gt;Demo&lt;/a&gt; so you know why it's so awesome)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay la, I am being too much haha. But honestly I'd love to have a nice Christmas dinner with a view and I'd be darn content! Anyone want to be my date?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;=D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-116549541158346167?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/116549541158346167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=116549541158346167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/116549541158346167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/116549541158346167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/12/pop-lo.html' title='POP lo!'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-116002267840256814</id><published>2006-10-05T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T12:34:15.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Civilian Day</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day as a civilian before I enter the day when every boy becomes a man. Feeling a little uncertain, uneasy, and perhaps stressed. Unspeakable feeling, but at the same time, there's a little eager beaver within me wanting to go in and make new friendships and relationships. Kinda wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I settled the packing of my room, bag and my beloved mini-bar. My display cupboards looks like I am showcasing and selling wines. Feels like everythings done, just a few more people to meet and off I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will take the ferry to Tekong as Matt Bellamy sings in &lt;em&gt;'Starlight'&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ship has taken me far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Far away from the memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of the people who care if I live or die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I see you guys again in three weeks with my spikey chicken head gone, here's 'Starlight' for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIUIoxS1kNA" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-116002267840256814?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/116002267840256814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=116002267840256814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/116002267840256814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/116002267840256814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-civilian-day.html' title='Last Civilian Day'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-115885741161499016</id><published>2006-09-22T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T19:23:11.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Tian</title><content type='html'>OH MY TIAN WHAT HAS MATT BELLAMY DONE?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/26j8hbIxHnM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAOSS Pad built into a guitar OH MY SON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-115885741161499016?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/115885741161499016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=115885741161499016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115885741161499016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115885741161499016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-my-tian.html' title='Oh My Tian'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-115885605702158841</id><published>2006-09-22T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T00:27:37.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooten-inspire</title><content type='html'>Absolutely inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QmsNpo5d4i0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, holy cow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-115885605702158841?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/115885605702158841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=115885605702158841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115885605702158841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115885605702158841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/09/wooten-inspire.html' title='Wooten-inspire'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-115842433134615524</id><published>2006-09-16T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T00:33:50.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best "Dang Ki"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just something extremely hilarious that happened at cell. And anyway, just an anecdote, so readers, please don't get offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith was talking about some things during cell and he mentioned something (for absolutely no reason) about Best Denki, the electronics store: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our friendly staff provide the best technical support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/1600/untitled.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which we in turn heard as Best 'Tang&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(3)&lt;/span&gt; ki&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(1)&lt;/span&gt;': &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.30.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiong kim wa wu ji eh kia ah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-115842433134615524?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/115842433134615524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=115842433134615524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115842433134615524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115842433134615524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/09/best-dang-ki.html' title='Best &quot;Dang Ki&quot;'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-115729710521009255</id><published>2006-09-03T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:25:58.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Direction</title><content type='html'>Recently, while waiting for army, I have been thinking alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like when you have too much time, you have nothing to do but think. Then, I contemplated my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have so many ambitions, and passion to do so many things: I always wanted to serve people, and to one day own my own restaurant/lodge. I always had dreams of my future; of how I want my life to be before I have 'accomplished' my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, recently as I think more and more about my ambitions, I concluded that I will not be happy even after owning my own place and serving people. Gradually, I slowly started to question all that I have done: the connections I established with the people in the industry, the diploma that I put so much effort in (okay la, NOT really that much but commendable okay!), and the experiences and skills I tried so hard to obtain by working and studying at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago, we were talking about priorities in life in cell. We discussed goals in life, and what is important to achieve our purposes in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, God reminded me of when I first became a Christian. I used to be so fired up for God and His ministry. That time, I strived and hoped to work full-time for God one day. He put this burden in me to serve Him wholeheartedly in my later years, as in my youthful days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went by, situation and myself seemed to have slowly neglected that calling and went ahead to develop my own ambitions that I think is best for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was that day at cell, that God reminded me of that God-centred ambition I used to have, and what I am meant to do. Then he further backed that calling again, as I attended AWE Worship at Toa Payoh Methodist the recent Saturday, Pastor Chua's testimony once again called out to me. Pastor Chua discussed his younger days serving in church , and how God as a result called him to full-time ministry. Eerily similar to what I had faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a flash, God was calling out to me again. Or to be honest, my ears finally willed itself to open up to God once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was profusely thanking God when I shared my experience with Vincent and he admitted to me that in the recent spate of events, he also got the same message as I have: to study Theology in TTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope as time passes by, the path before me that is quite scary and uncertain, God give me faith and support as we walk this path. And I pray that the day will come when we will achieve His purpose for our lives. It's quite frightening to think about it, but at least now God has put this peace in my heart. It feels good to know your purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN, QUITE FUNNY. IMAGINE YOU HAVE A TEACHER IN CHURCH LIKE ME HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-115729710521009255?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/115729710521009255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=115729710521009255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115729710521009255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115729710521009255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-direction.html' title='A New Direction'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-115635265797301750</id><published>2006-08-24T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T01:04:17.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coin Tricks</title><content type='html'>This is damn unglam and lame, BUT MAN THE POWER OF CONTAGIOUS LAUGHTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nLKjgvVBtkQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-115635265797301750?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/115635265797301750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=115635265797301750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115635265797301750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115635265797301750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/08/coin-tricks.html' title='Coin Tricks'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-115496045897372131</id><published>2006-08-07T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T09:31:55.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Rattling</title><content type='html'>I figured I haven't blogged for quite sometime even though I was quite free I decided to do my blog some justice today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Nothing much to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing perhaps, except I was mostly in church doing stuff. And I was allowed to lead worship! It was quite a good experience, though I got pretty nervous about what songs to choose and their significance days before the session. But thank God things went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway one message during church service really hit me hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastor asked something like:"Should we do something wrong to achieve something right? Should we buy 4D and pray for God to let us win, and use the money to pay for the church funds? It is correct?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/decision01.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wah, sibei ironic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There are times where we do things like that right? For example, the term "White Lie":&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Adam &lt;strong&gt;lied&lt;/strong&gt; to his mother that he needed money to pay for his tutorial notes because he wanted to help financially-strapped Eve pay her school fees.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Adam &lt;strong&gt;lied&lt;/strong&gt; to the obese Eve that she looked slim in her new dress in order not to hurt her feelings'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;His motives were good, but we cannot overlook the fact that Adam lied.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, just something to ponder about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-115496045897372131?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/115496045897372131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=115496045897372131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115496045897372131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115496045897372131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-rattling.html' title='Just Rattling'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-115380505940247274</id><published>2006-07-25T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T13:32:08.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love In New Wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9LBexGIRXOQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song by Electrico. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's called "Love In New Wave".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And of course, I love Amanda Ling. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-115380505940247274?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/115380505940247274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=115380505940247274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115380505940247274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115380505940247274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-in-new-wave.html' title='Love In New Wave'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-115308353240703615</id><published>2006-07-17T04:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T05:03:24.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baybeats 2006</title><content type='html'>Today rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't start well though: I feel so darn stupid. I set my alarm to ring at 8PM instead of 8AM so I woke up late and missed service. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, after that Sunday School went pretty well. And it was my first session with the church Jamming Team! It's always cool to play with new people, and to play with any people at all. Playing in a band beats playing alone anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jamming we headed to Dhoby Ghaut for Carl's Junior before I left for BayBeats 2006. ELECTRICO STILL ROCK MY SOX LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so darn happy to see Amanda Ling again. Okay okay I sound like some dumb freak la; but everytime I see her on stage, it makes me dizzy. Okay now I sound like some stupid schoolgirl in puppy love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But heck la, I bought their CD and let them sign it, ALONG WITH MY BASS! So my bass has Electrico's endorsement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am so not going to sell my bass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And guess what, Amanda wrote "-Feel The Bass-" I feel like my bass skils increased tenfold. Anyway, their new album really rocks, so please support local music!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another angle of my newly decorated wife.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A couple of good songs to mention on their new album include 'Walk' and 'Stay Away'. Amanda's riffs enhanced the songs tremendously, and I am not just saying this because I am so in love with her. My band incidentally has a song with the title 'Stay Away' too. I think all songs named that will sound good. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/Photo_0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I forgot my camera so had to make do with my O2 crappy 2 megapixels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I think I want to marry Amanda and her keys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-115308353240703615?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/115308353240703615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=115308353240703615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115308353240703615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115308353240703615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/07/baybeats-2006.html' title='Baybeats 2006'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-115298554359476000</id><published>2006-07-16T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T01:45:43.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Quit.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I QUIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am jobless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I start a new job at The Wine Company at Dempsey Road with Rene! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Back to the beverage industry&lt;br /&gt;2. No more waiting for the irritating bus 156 every morning at 8am&lt;br /&gt;3. Having time for my family, friends and God&lt;br /&gt;4. No more irritating menopausal woman calling every morning, afternoon and night to bug me&lt;br /&gt;5. MOVIES MOVIES MOVIES&lt;br /&gt;6. Baybeats is back!&lt;br /&gt;7. Decisions can be made without being accused of being arrogant, 'geh-kiang' and irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;8. Able to do things the professional way; not the kuku-you-think-hotel-people-don't-know-their-job-well-enough-meh way&lt;br /&gt;9. Taking instructions without fear of taking the blame when problems happen&lt;br /&gt;10. Not taking instructions without fear of taking the blame when problems happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel like a human again. Anyone wanna go Baybeats with me? Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-115298554359476000?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/115298554359476000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=115298554359476000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115298554359476000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115298554359476000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-quit_16.html' title='I Quit.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-115150892801338959</id><published>2006-06-28T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:35:28.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>I am so bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Work&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- Work&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- Work&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- Work&lt;br /&gt;Friday- Work&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-Work&lt;br /&gt;Sunday- Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can imagine how much I look forward to church la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, YAY I gonna get a new bass and some pedals this weekend: Swee Lee is having a 50% off annual sale this Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone gonna join me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-115150892801338959?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/115150892801338959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=115150892801338959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115150892801338959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115150892801338959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/06/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-115073851472794805</id><published>2006-06-20T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T01:35:14.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Podcast</title><content type='html'>Fagan just highlighted a podcast that featured our band: Democracy For Listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rampageontheairwaves.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rampageontheairwaves.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda funky to find someone playing our songs on a podcast, though his podcast sounded quite noobish. I know I shouldn't complain about free publicity, but aiya. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, go check it out la. We got another podcast done by some TP media students that's really good; can anyone teach me how to host sound files? I'd like to publicise that more HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;The guy mentioned that we are 17-18 years old BUT HELL NO WE ARE 20 YEARS OLD LA. And we are not really new la, 3 years old liao leh. OKOK I WILL STOP COMPLAINING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-115073851472794805?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/115073851472794805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=115073851472794805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115073851472794805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115073851472794805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/06/podcast.html' title='Podcast'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-115047639068323918</id><published>2006-06-17T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:47:43.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy Crawlies</title><content type='html'>I think the creppy crawlies got something against me these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back home just to see a cockroach crawling all over my bed! Then never mind, I rushed to the kitchen to fetch the insecticide, only to see the cockroach still there staring back at me from my pillow. I think it was feeling smug and thinking "neh nee neh nee poo poo you don't have the guts to spray onto your own bed, wuss!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I chase chase chase the roach to the floor and sprayed at it. THEN IT RAN TO SOME CORNER AND RELAG LA. Then it struggled for abit before concussing. Then I took my dustpan and swept it out, BUT IT'S STILL ALIVE LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did something evil: I sprayed at its face at point blank till it was swimming in a pool of insecticide MUAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I flushed it down the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay very drama, quite cute, can peng san.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-115047639068323918?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/115047639068323918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=115047639068323918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115047639068323918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115047639068323918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/06/creepy-crawlies.html' title='Creepy Crawlies'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-115037944469177132</id><published>2006-06-15T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:28:27.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World Cup Fever</title><content type='html'>Bah okay so now it's the World Cup. And to those that know me, I KNOW NUTS ABOUT SOCCER EXCEPT A FEW BLOODY PLAYERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my guy friends NEVER talk soccer-language to me, at all. BUT BUT BUT, I think I got influenced by darling Lita from the previous Euros 2 years ago. I still remember we used to hang out at Paulaner's, Zee10 and other places telecasting the Euros, and spend the whole night there. I still remember once we stood outside Wisma like idiots under a drizzling rain and watching the match between Argentina and don't-know-who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the Euros, Spain has become my favourite team: prolly 'cause of Casillas, Raul and Morientes, who are superb players. Oh ya, I love the German team too, 'cause of Oliver Kahn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HECK TWO OF MY FOUR NAMED PLAYERS ARE NOT IN WORLD CUP LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind, Spain is gonna win this World Cup I can just feel it. EAT DIRT UKRAINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to something funny. I was walking along this stretch of road, on my way home from office. And this stretch always has some buggers flying here and there, as well as some goons hanging from threads from the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/69the_fly.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yea buggers like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I was walking, and I think my nose was stuck or something. So I breathed with my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I was walking and breathing like this. Maybe I was yawning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yea, open mouth + damn buggers flying/hanging about= bugger in mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled1.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My breath smells like fly now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think it was a fly. Or maybe a spider. Or a dangling caterpillar. Or maybe all at once. I don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/Mouthdsfs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is how a happy family looks like.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So ya, it/they got in and never showed itself again. Maybe the next time I see it/them they'll be pretty brown. But that's not the freaky part, this is: It didn't go straight down my throat. Rather, it/they kinda struggled abit before getting stuck IN my throat. And it/they stayed there all the way while I took a bus ride from Braddell to Seng Kang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nice hor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-115037944469177132?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/115037944469177132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=115037944469177132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115037944469177132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/115037944469177132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup-fever.html' title='World Cup Fever'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114987763646024082</id><published>2006-06-10T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T02:27:16.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduated</title><content type='html'>WA LAO EH. DAMN ANGRY. I blogged about and posted pictures of my Graduation Ceremony but when I published the post, GOT ERROR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got error = all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All gone = retype&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retype = ANGRY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4673.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yee Ping is damn good at phototaking la. Chop half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So yes, I graduated and am officially an alumni of Temasek Polytechnic. It's a happy thing because the three years of &lt;s&gt;skipping lectures and skiving&lt;/s&gt; working hard at projects and exams finally paid off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4685.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Redbull gives you wings. SQ give you orh bah kak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Everybody holds a job now, or at least MOST of us. Everybody found their direction in life, or again MOST of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4704.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful Shiya is currently a cosmetics agent at Scotts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sigh. Somehow I miss the good old days in school more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THEN.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Where you from ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, Tampines Secondary School lor. You?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOW.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Where you from ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; I am currently working at Meritus Mandarin as the Catering Sales Manager. Here's my namecard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4690.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NEH! THIS ONE LOR. GO MERITUS SELL WEDDING PACKAGE. KUKU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have a feeling I am going to miss school. BIG TIME. To take that piece of paper with my name on it is like to sign a divorce letter with your carefree life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4722.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir, to take this document is to acknowledge that you will be divorced from a carefree life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But I have to say, not as a propaganda or whatever, that Temasek Polytechnic had given me the best time of my life. It is the best spent 3 years since my birth so far, and I never regretted any relationships built over these years. Most of the people have become part of me, my second family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4689.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My darling bandboys (Tash is a good boy) that gave life more spice and everything nice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have a feeling I am gonna miss all you guys so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114987763646024082?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114987763646024082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114987763646024082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114987763646024082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114987763646024082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/06/graduated.html' title='Graduated'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114960761855928174</id><published>2006-06-06T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:26:58.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my graduation ceremony. DON'T HAVE TO WORK YIPPEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sigh, it also marks the OFFICIAL end of my life as a Tertiary Student. No more orientation camps; no more skipping lectures; no more deciding which canteen to eat in; no more meeting at 'mushroom'; no more mad-rushes to the canteen to buy snacks for lecture; and most of all, no more saying hello to my friends in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/temasek_poly_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Legendary Mushroom of TP in the background.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least not as often anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I guess Stacie Katrina was right. She said:"If we don't lose things, memories will not be precious things at all" or something like that. I guess sometimes its better to have had than to keep on holding onto something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="58" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/temasek_poly_002.0.jpg" width="113" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the path we walk, or BRISK walk, before we are going to be marked late.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can stay forever frozen in time, but people have to move on, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114960761855928174?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114960761855928174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114960761855928174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114960761855928174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114960761855928174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114951925188593622</id><published>2006-06-05T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:54:11.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes it's hard to know if what you believe in is right anymore, and that you can see truth in peoples' eyes (or words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God I know He is always right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114951925188593622?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114951925188593622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114951925188593622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114951925188593622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114951925188593622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/06/believe.html' title='Believe.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114865094544227531</id><published>2006-05-26T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:47:48.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>XDA2 Atom Pure</title><content type='html'>YAY I got my dream phone at last. THE XDA O2 ATOM PURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/30414785.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pure joy at my fingertips.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The original Atom Black was what I wanted, but since the Pure is the limited edition, I decided to buy that instead. I heard only 1000 pieces of the Pure model is released in Australia, though I am not sure if it's the same case in Singapore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's always funky to be able to access your mail, MSN and listen to mp3s all at the same time even though you are on the bus. And not mentioning watching videos, without a lap top.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/216_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lose your stylus, you pay $30 for one and three others you may never ever use.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It also has a 2 megapixel camera/ video cam with flash, powerpoint/word/excel and reminds you of when, where, and who to meet later. Absolute beauty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Let's add a new love to the previous blogpost. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114865094544227531?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114865094544227531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114865094544227531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114865094544227531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114865094544227531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/05/xda2-atom-pure.html' title='XDA2 Atom Pure'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114848035585171958</id><published>2006-05-24T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:39:07.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are so many things I love in life. I just can't put all of them down, but when I am obsessed, I AM OBSESSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/paulaner.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bier. Prost!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;First and foremost, I love food and beverage. I like any well-cooked food, and I am a fan of authentic German-brewed beers. Beers can make me smile ANYTIME. I remember there was once I was in such a bad mood that Tash couldn't cheer me up, but when we got ourselves some cuttlefish and Korean beer, I smiled. I couldn't help it. I just love the first gulp of fizzy alcoholic goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4509.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cows are cute, not stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Secondly, I love silly cows. Cows make me smile while walking alone to work; laugh when I think about their silly ways; or simply just brighten up my whole day by a simple encouragement. It no longer matters whether cows like me, because sometimes to love is a greater privilege.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Service in progress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thirdly, I love to serve (though not NS). The feeling of meeting people from all over the world and letting them miss your country when they go home is the best. Even better, when they show signs of appreciation with cards, or even dinner treats, you feel so good about what you have done. I serve not because I want to get a good pay or benefits. I serve because I love people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/Kai%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pluck, slap, pop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fourth, I love music. Music is not a hobby, nor a job. It is a passion, especially if you are a bassist. The bassist hears beyond melodies and tunes: we listen to a deeper, more sensual aspect of groove and rhythm. We are the backbone of music, and the keepers of time. We are music's best kept secret. Bass is my life. And life is bass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_6245.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Four stringed splendour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fifth, of course, if my darling wife, Samick Cobra the bass guitar. She is my first and I will never sell her for any amount. As much as I have grown in technique, so has she grown in the number of scratches. But that only serves as a reminder of how we are partners in the world of notes and rhythm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/DSC00354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DFL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Six, I love my band: Democracy For Listeners. This is the band that Tash and I founded. This is my first band, and the reason that led me to the passion of bass. I was a drummer, and I jammed pretty often with Tash. Until I met Fagan, who was an obviously better drummer, I decided to learn bass. This band is the band that led me to what I am, and the band that let me see my true friends. Friends that I know I can keep in my heart, mind and soul forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/26%20fEb%2005%20-%20%2830%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Childhood friends are best of friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Seventh, I love my secondary school buddies Wilmer and Vincent. These are the people that shared my life: the process of maturing and growing up. They see all aspects of me, good and bad, but bear no judgements against my character. Similarly, I do not judge them. The only aspects we see in each other is that, we are connected by experiences and time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HUH?!?! SIMI LAI EH?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Last and most importantly, this represents God. He played a bigger part than anything else in the world, and I love Him like heck. Though I never saw him (explaining the nothingness above), I know how He looks like in my heart. I know what He is like in person and how much love He contains. It's infinite and neverending through eternity. He is someone whom I truly cannot describe: you can only feel and experience Him by yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So people, what and who do you love?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114848035585171958?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114848035585171958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114848035585171958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114848035585171958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114848035585171958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love.html' title='I Love.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114822298811402317</id><published>2006-05-21T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T00:29:39.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamming</title><content type='html'>Did some jamming yesterday. Recorded a few originals, though I still think we could have done better. Vocals were abit screwed, and a few minor cock-ups on instrus. I TINK I MADE THE MOST MISTAKES LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_6260.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drummer Faggyboy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But seriously I still appreciate the little 3-hour session at Soundmix Productions, 'cause it could be the last time that DFL is coming together for a jam. Marc's going to the army, and so are the rest of the guys. Who knows if we'll carry on, or the band might have a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(WARNING AH BENG TERM COMING UP)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;silent-break.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_6245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My darling wife.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But still, whether we are carrying on or not in our passion for music, mates from DFL, I'd like to say a big thank you to you beautiful people. You all have made my musical dreams come true, and you have been the best friends through my tertiary education. We had our rough patches, our puny quarrels and our unhappiness, but still we stuck through them all and became what we are today. We fused our different influences and passions in music and gave birth to our own. I'd like to say I love you people and I'll never forget you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/Band.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DFL will always live forever, in my heart or in reality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's live our dreams to the fullest, DFL. We will always be Democracy For Listeners.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/400/Group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Democracy For Listeners Forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114822298811402317?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114822298811402317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114822298811402317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114822298811402317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114822298811402317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/05/jamming.html' title='Jamming'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114804610826480230</id><published>2006-05-19T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:52:31.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Vinci Code</title><content type='html'>Caught Da Vinci Code at the premieres with Beatrice yesterday. It was screened at the new Cathay Cineplex near Dhoby Ghaut Station, and the place was kinda cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because they put the aircon very cold. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paint's low class, low res painting makes things look so stupid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay not funny. Anyway, I am quite a fan of Dan Brown as I find his style very intriguing and novel. Not many people can think of controversies to write about, good ones especially. While his research is definately not well-done enough (many of his controversy theories were weak, e.g Jesus was married), but I have to say he's damn good at making twists and turns as the plot builds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/The_Da_Vinci_Code.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A good religious controversy makes a good book. Welcome to the world where Jesus, The Mona Lisa and its frame can become relatives.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The movie, however, DOES THE BOOK NO JUSTICE. The details were removed; some were changed; but what made it so disgusting compared to the book is because the characters (so wonderfully built in the book) were not built on enough. Maybe not enough time or something, but I feel that the characters were not portrayed to their full extent (especially Silas).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.19.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the theatre, I kept screaming: "HIS EYES SHOULD BE RED! REDDDDDDDDD!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIYA OKAY LA ENOUGH I BET MOST OF YOU DON'T READ THE BOOK ALSO WASTE MY TIME. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show had a quick bite with Bea, then met Wei Jie and gang for abit. It's abit late to do it now but heck:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4661.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEI JIE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114804610826480230?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114804610826480230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114804610826480230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114804610826480230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114804610826480230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code.html' title='Da Vinci Code'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114770213793287861</id><published>2006-05-15T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:17:21.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time.</title><content type='html'>Helped out at Tash's uncle's seminar today, and met Jasmine Png for awhile to collect her shoes for exchange. Treat me like dog again! Haha, okay joking. But it's always nice to see her when we are always so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bumped into Vincent, Guang, Bea and Eugene while waiting for a bus to go home. Had a quick dinner with them then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, whenever I hear of their tales at school, I somewhat feel that I am missing out on alot of the fun. I wish my work wouldn't sap up time with my friends. Ah, which brings us to the topic of Money VS Loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need money to sustain ourselves, especially when you don't want to rely on your parents too much (or it's a bloody long holiday and your parents refuse to grant you any allowance). But work takes time off your days, and during this time, your friends can be meeting up outside and having a heck of a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I can have more time with my friends. Especially when the thought of NS pops up: I am definately not going to be able to meet up frequently with anyone at all. I think I will work less after this VOC project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to invest more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you people hardly see a pessimist in me, but hey I am still human right? Sigh, and we know that time brings people closer (or further). No chance Kai, no chance at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Okay this is bloody random but I love Xiaxue's new hair man. *smooch*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114770213793287861?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114770213793287861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114770213793287861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114770213793287861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114770213793287861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/05/time.html' title='Time.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114752226517395352</id><published>2006-05-13T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:06:19.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>I so love this song la. *SPAM SONG SPAM SONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Forever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Hillsongs Australia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Worship at Your Throne&lt;br /&gt;Whisper my own love song&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart I'll sing&lt;br /&gt;For You my Dad and King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll live for all my days&lt;br /&gt;To Put a smile on Your face&lt;br /&gt;And when we finally meet&lt;br /&gt;It'll be for eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Oh how wide You open up Your arms&lt;br /&gt;When I need Your love&lt;br /&gt;And how far You would come&lt;br /&gt;If ever I was lost&lt;br /&gt;And You said that all You feel for me&lt;br /&gt;Is undying love&lt;br /&gt;That You showed me through the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll worship You my God&lt;br /&gt;I'll worship You my God&lt;br /&gt;I love You&lt;br /&gt;I love You&lt;br /&gt;Forever I will sing&lt;br /&gt;Forever I will be with You&lt;br /&gt;Be with You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114752226517395352?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114752226517395352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114752226517395352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114752226517395352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114752226517395352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/05/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114738216666519962</id><published>2006-05-12T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T05:18:04.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we move on so fast in life, that we forget to remember the people that impacted our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking through my old friendster testimonials, and realised that so many close relationships are almost lost. People that used to be part of my inner circle of friends: Vicki, Laine, Ting, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people that come and go are inevitable in our life. New strangers become your best friends, and old best friends fade away to become a figment of your memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we just forget about the people that did so much for you; the people that cheered you up when you were down; the people that shared your 'first times'; people that made your eyes well up with tears from being touched; people that lent their shoulders to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me: I want to remember the people of today, ten, twenty, thirty, or even fifty years down the road of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/Pix%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It goes a long way back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;On one hand, I thank God for those that are still here: precious people like Vincent (especially him), Wilmer, Yang Fei, Minnie Baby, Naidu, and a few others. On another hand, I miss those that had drifted further, and yet played a major part in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/26%20fEb%2005%20-%20%2833%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 years and counting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While God says:"Never look back, I have prepared a bright future in front of you", I just want to thank those people from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; the champions of my life. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114738216666519962?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114738216666519962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114738216666519962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114738216666519962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114738216666519962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/05/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114719185296982023</id><published>2006-05-10T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T00:25:30.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violet Oon</title><content type='html'>Seriously God is good man. Recently got a new project with Singapore's famous F&amp;B ambassador Violet Oon, thanks to Nixon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.18.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's abit of Ms Oon for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Her kitchen's so gorgeous with artistic mosiacs, bright red walls, and a MAGNIFICENT kitchen view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4557.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cooking with a view: Mac Ritchie Reservoir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We are currently helping a hotel chain do up their recipes, so we got like 40 over recipes to cook PER WEEK. It is approximately 7 dishes everyday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4578.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cooking with a view, also.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Although it sounds tiring, it's actually a whole couscous of fun! She has so many ingredients to work with, and the equipments to deliver! It almost doesn't feel like work at all. Yes I meant what I said, AT ALL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4595.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe 'cause Nixon is doing most of the work. lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The pay is quite high, almost 2k per month (doing the math), and she's a really good boss. Just like my mentality during project works: "As long as the work is done, I do not care what you do and how long you spend. Just make sure the work is done."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work in progress.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We, other than cooking, order supplies and all. Also, she included us as her team for several upcoming events, such as the IMF (International Monetary Fund). Definately an eye-opener, and definately LOTS TO LEARN.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this is how a celebrity chef looks like...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so loving my new job. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114719185296982023?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114719185296982023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114719185296982023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114719185296982023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114719185296982023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/05/violet-oon.html' title='Violet Oon'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114685619956447363</id><published>2006-05-06T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T03:09:59.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raven Again.</title><content type='html'>The raven is happy when it sees a new nest on the tree stump, though it's not its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the raven is happy, because each time it flies by this other tree, it smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it know this may be its next home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/fly%20by%20night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is normal to hope and dream for a prayer come true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114685619956447363?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114685619956447363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114685619956447363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114685619956447363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114685619956447363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/05/raven-again.html' title='Raven Again.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114677008792730918</id><published>2006-05-05T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T03:15:51.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jasmine!</title><content type='html'>Today is Jasmine Png's 21st birthday, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy 21st Birthday Ah Png!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/d9e0.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for the birthdays you shared with me. So here's to yours!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114677008792730918?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114677008792730918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114677008792730918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114677008792730918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114677008792730918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-birthday-jasmine.html' title='Happy Birthday Jasmine!'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114646480458407744</id><published>2006-05-01T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T03:30:20.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YM's 21st and Shawn's 18th</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a few birthdays for the past days, two to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_4999.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I broke Andrew's jaw 'cause too many birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First up was Yao Ming, or affectionately known as B.F.G Yaoda's birthday. It was huge. Quoting from kennysia.com. Not the cute cute hello kitty kind of HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/20060225-4.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello I am huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the big big mega mega KING KONG kind of HUGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/20060225-6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;KING KONG HUGE LEH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think we almost got a hundred people in the chalet lor. We started the night by playing some kuku mahjong that we cannot 'hu' without two 'tais'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_5006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guang about to flip the table 'cause he don't have two 'tais'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The boy is really lucky man. Got a bloody happening 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_5048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The hunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got the guys to celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_5054.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_5098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mean just look at how packed the place is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_5101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A cup B cup go away, C cup D cup come my way, E cup F cup WA LAO EH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And a busty me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously good life he has; I wish my 21st can be as happening. But then my 21st is on a Monday, and I am botak by the time I am 21. Everyone's gonna either be working or serving the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, on to the next birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 18th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our dear Shawnie Freshie had just turned 18!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seconds before disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He had a pretty cool chocolate cake facial. THE CAKE WAS NICE LOR BUT THEY FRICKEN SICK PEOPLE SMASHED HIS FACE INTO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It goes something like "wham bam thank you 'mam!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But it made him look like he split his head open or something. Shawn was a good sport. Haha. Met a celebrity called Deedeemarini (she proclaimed herself a celebrity yesterday). And yes yes, deedeemarini is a nice girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's my Ms Sophie-look-alike.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossiped abit and Bernard had a make-up session. Sick people in a sick world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4513.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hollywood gone wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the world is coming to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114646480458407744?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114646480458407744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114646480458407744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114646480458407744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114646480458407744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/05/yms-21st-and-shawns-18th.html' title='YM&apos;s 21st and Shawn&apos;s 18th'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114612974228171319</id><published>2006-04-27T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T17:23:47.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outing.</title><content type='html'>Went out with Bea yesterday. We were fooling around at Plaza Singapura's Yamaha until Selene came. We caught Ice Age 2 and it was pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was telling Bea, "Who says no cameras and phototaking in the cinema?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4291.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay Mr Police, please don't fine me if you see this picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after that Selene left to meet the Beenox people. Bea and me headed to Far East to get her earrings and I persuaded her to get gold BIG-ASS ones. Thereafter, we went to Level One for some oooooooooh oooooooooooooh ohhhhhhhhhh, OH-AH-MEE-SUA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4306.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AHHHH AHHHH AHHHHHH, AHH BAH JI BUA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat down at the smoothie shop beside Shih Lin because the storekeeper was Bea's friend. Bloody funny girl, so we spent the next hour crapping and drinking smoothies before we headed off to Starbucks at Wheelock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4310.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bloody photowhores...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, I sent her home before proceeding to supper with my Dad at Punggol Park Block 401.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4320.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And to Guang's place for mahjong. I don't know why we are so bo liao. We just play with money chips. No money involved (not that I like to play with money also, waste resources). Basket play until want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4322.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After tonight I am never going to play mahjong at night. Day mahjongs only please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114612974228171319?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114612974228171319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114612974228171319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114612974228171319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114612974228171319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/04/outing.html' title='Outing.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114538503948457283</id><published>2006-04-19T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T03:01:55.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beenox Gathering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Monday's tea party pissed me off quite abit. Apparently, me and Jason was asked by a programmer to "hype up the SLs". So having no original cheers for SLs yet, we brought in an echo cheer from FOC/FOW. Then you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were told not to bring in things from FOC/FOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nice thing to say when people helping to liven things up. I said that the main aim for cheering is to get morale up, so why bother about the origins? The response: but the people at the back not don't know what you are cheering and are not cheering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To that someone- It's not my fault that your SLs are passive so please don't blame people for bringing FOC/FOW stuff in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Otherwise, it was pleasant to see some old and new friends around, and camwhore for abit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I look old beside her. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A giraffe and a dory never looked so good together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, we left early from the tea party to attend a Beenox gathering. Andrew drove us to Marina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/1600/KIF_4100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4100.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basket, Beenox gathering why I drive? I AM A-N-T-O-R ANTOR ANTOR!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then, along the expressway, we had the craziest idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Qi shi Selene shi bu cuo de. Ming zong dai sai er yi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We decided to play Ti-too-tiu in the car, including Andrew, who's driving. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4103.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TI TI TI TI TI...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4104.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;TU TU TU TU TU...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then we thought that we can ti-too-tiu these people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4108.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey billy bangla, hey bangla!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then, we asked Andrew to do hand signing on the highway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4112.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dashin' thru the snow, GL, GL, GL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We had dinner with the FOW people at Marina Square, then left for Suntec to meet the FOC people. We had some drinks at Olio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4121.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guang was trying to cover Hannah's face, but too slow. LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then after that, we did some sissy catwalk thingy along the walkway of Suntec. Crazy stuff. And I love the people from Beenox.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4122.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you see a bee ah, SIAM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am so gonna miss TP life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114538503948457283?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114538503948457283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114538503948457283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114538503948457283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114538503948457283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/04/beenox-gathering_19.html' title='Beenox Gathering'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114520526684395137</id><published>2006-04-16T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T00:34:27.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOC/FOW 06/07</title><content type='html'>I lost my voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was well worth it! Came back from FOW/FOC 06/07 yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Empire Beenox: Team Beekoo FOW&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Beenox brought the house down with our third consecutive victory in Final Clash and coming from last position in OTC to 1st in FOW! We got 2nd for FOC but heck, we still won our Final Clash. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beenox-tong's GLs eating and thinking of gang cheers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Met lots of people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can your name don't be so long. People have to reduce font size to squeeze your name in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;With long names.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He loves Bush. Not. Good luck CMM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;From different backgrounds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_3792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bucket over the head works fine too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And girls with potential.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;This will be my last bit for TPSU in my 3 years of TP life. The memories will stay with me forever, and I pray that the friendships forged will remain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_4071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You people will remain as treasures in my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well done, Team Temaskah. Thank you, and good bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114520526684395137?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114520526684395137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114520526684395137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114520526684395137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114520526684395137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/04/focfow-0607.html' title='FOC/FOW 06/07'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114434825537709132</id><published>2006-04-07T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T02:32:25.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TPSU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay here's the promise of a blog post about TPSU D'n'D. On top of that, I shall also throw in the recent SL camp's happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All for not one hundred dollars, not two hundred, but only $1599.96!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, the TPSU D'n'D was good. I guess it was a success compared to last year. The food is definately better since it's Pan Pacific's Hai Tien Lo, and many kept to the dress code of the theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/400/DSC00110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Many except me and vince and drew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The performances were pretty cool, and there was an English comedian who was like a jack of all trades. He did everything from juggling, to uni-cycling, to miming and lip synching. Sounds boring, but he's really quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/DSC00064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, it's not him. He can do everything but English.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The lucky draws were fantastic, including prizes like PSP, iPods, Creative MP3 Players, and a whooping X-box 360! I really wanted the iPod but hell I wasn't lucky enough. The night ended with us proceeding to Boat Quay for supper and home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/DSC00093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This feels like a high-class Hooters.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So now moving on to the SL Camp. BLOODY FUN LA. Considering the last days of my life in TP, it was really fulfilling to spend time serving in the SL Camp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_3405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dish washing workshop.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We do interesting things like washing mastins while speaking like a Hong Kong(er).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_3432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It says "Chickadee"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Drawing pirated Le Coq De Sportif logos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/DSC00131.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The next moment you'll see us at the countryside, and the next in the meadows. Always happens.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Learning Bollywood dancing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/DSC00137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drew has itchy hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Violating mannequins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/DSC00134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a mannequin!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Trying to be mannequins. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/DSC00107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAHA CAUGHT YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sleeping through lectures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/DSC00139.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a safe journey.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Praying for centipedes we kill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_3316.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHIT GOT CAUGHT IN THE ACT.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And digging nose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Damn fun. Damn fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114434825537709132?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114434825537709132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114434825537709132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114434825537709132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114434825537709132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/04/tpsu.html' title='TPSU'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114374816293628054</id><published>2006-03-31T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T03:49:22.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TPSU D'n'D</title><content type='html'>This year's TPSU D'n'D was good, better than last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this year I was there not as a performer; rather, as a participant. Lots of pictures, and quite a number of funny incidents. Will update soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114374816293628054?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114374816293628054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114374816293628054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114374816293628054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114374816293628054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/03/tpsu-dnd.html' title='TPSU D&apos;n&apos;D'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114310236706209642</id><published>2006-03-23T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T16:27:45.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;For now it's work work work and work. Oh, anyway, for those that don't know, I am now working at Nihonshu along Mohammed Sultan Road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/400/800px-Singapore-ClarkeQuay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope you can see the map lol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's a new experience: small F&amp;B establishment, Japanese cuisine and wine, etc. A big difference from the bigger bars and lounges I worked in, and a whole lot of new stuff to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/400/mushroom_pop.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now the tables are turned WHAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114310236706209642?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114310236706209642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114310236706209642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114310236706209642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114310236706209642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/03/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114301461071155683</id><published>2006-03-22T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T16:03:30.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo</title><content type='html'>You know, in some people's blog, you discover that they just post lyrics from a song and they didn't even write the song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you will expect me to criticise them and start making all the crap comments. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Photo by Ryan Cabrera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo can say a thousand things&lt;br /&gt;But it can't say the million things I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;A photo can capture the way we were&lt;br /&gt;But it can't capture the way we are&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're far away&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Were those just words&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;and I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;You and me will have one more shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timing lost minutes and moments&lt;br /&gt;And I might be lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not afraidIn a second&lt;br /&gt;It all comes right back to me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's forgotten now&lt;br /&gt;Yeah everything's saved&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to touch you&lt;br /&gt;What it's like to know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Were those just words&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;and I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;You and me will have one more shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my life&lt;br /&gt;you were my faith&lt;br /&gt;You gave me hope every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Were those just words&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me you don't need me&lt;br /&gt;and I know that hurts&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm looking at your picture&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's all I've got&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;You and me will have one more shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful lyrics. And I love to conform to the ways of lyrics posting. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114301461071155683?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114301461071155683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114301461071155683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114301461071155683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114301461071155683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/03/photo.html' title='Photo'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114278075865951414</id><published>2006-03-19T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T02:20:40.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is Risk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*DISCLAIMER*&lt;br /&gt;Oops, sorry guys, forgot to put a disclaimer this time. Yeap, religious stuff ahead so definately not for the faint hearted. The below post is not meant to insult, like, who insults his own religion?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday in church, the preacher said "authentic love involves risks". So yea, throughout human history, risks are taken pretty much. So when we risk stuff, things can go pretty wrong. I mean like, imagine the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, God told Abraham to sacrifice his son Isaac to Him (which was just a test, God wasn't too serious about it =D). Both of them took a pretty huge risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/abraham_and_isaac_zoom.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now son, biology involves dissecting, so first you take the knife, then you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And what if Moses went up to collect the Ten Commandments drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/moses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LIM BEI SAY THOU SHALL TIO HOOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And what if God was sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/and_god_created_woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wah God damn sexy! Wait, you mean God's not the one below?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just imagine. Just imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114278075865951414?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114278075865951414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114278075865951414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114278075865951414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114278075865951414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-is-risk.html' title='Love is Risk.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114259170710837730</id><published>2006-03-17T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T18:36:38.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maple Tree.</title><content type='html'>This will be one of the few posts that will include no pictures, but alot of words representing my inner thoughts. There are rare occassions that I reflect alot, and think alot. These are once-in-a-blue-moon-times when I am dead serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came up with a story while reflecting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a raven a long time ago. When it was a chick, it dreamt of the day when it could fly. The raven was dead sick of its nest, which was built out of straw and twigs upon a feeble, dying tree. The raven thought its nest was not good enough; the nest it ate in, slept in, 'shat' in'. It was far from the perfect nest the raven had in mind. While growing up, the raven looked forward to flying, the time when it could fly far away from this dreadful home, and search for its true, perfect home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this raven thought of the perfect nest, that it will truly be content with. It dreamt of this perfect hole in a gigantic maple tree; where it can awaken to the sweet scent of maple sap every morning; where it can awaken to many other colourful birds chirping; where it can finally settle down and live the rest of its life in. So one day, the raven grew up and flew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It flew west, and west it flew. Along its way, the raven found near perfect homes, and settled in each time. And each time, it was not satisfied with the nests, thinking, "&lt;em&gt;nothing except my maple tree can be my perfect home&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one day, the raven flew to this perfect land full of green grass, lush trees and warm sun. And in the middle of this luxuriant field of grass stood this one single maple tree. It was the biggest tree the raven had ever seen, and it was beautiful. The raven flew nearer to the tree, and just like the many dreams it had before, there was an unoccupied hole in the tree. The raven had found its perfect home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so it thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raven gathered all it needed to furnish its new-found home, and every morning he awakened to the sweet scent of maple sap and the music of birds chirping. It was supposed to be happy, but it was far from happy. Something was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one night, the raven dreamt of its first nest. It was the boring nest where it ate in, slept in, and 'shat' in. But it was also the nest where it spent it chickhood, the place where its happiest memories belonged to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was its real, perfect home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raven flew east, and east it flew, back towards of its real home. Months passed, yet the raven flew through lightning, thunder, rain and wind without stopping. When it finally reached home, all the raven saw was horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that was left of its chickhood was a rotting tree stump in the ground. Its perfect home was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What you want to have could already have been there all this while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114259170710837730?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114259170710837730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114259170710837730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114259170710837730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114259170710837730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/03/maple-tree.html' title='Maple Tree.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114201676675317447</id><published>2006-03-11T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T02:52:46.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nursery Rhymes</title><content type='html'>This post will be one of the most bo liao posts ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*DISCLAIMER*&lt;br /&gt;The following might contain sensitive topics. Please proceed only if you deem yourself as an open-minded, crazy, kuku-fied person. And if you happen to be one, you are most probably one of my friends. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished work and met up with Lita to go to the I.T Fair. Then during dinner, we SOMEHOW got to talk about nursery rhymes and how illogical they can be. So being the Einstein and Newton, Lita and myself decided to change the lyrics to some rhymes to make more logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/Science.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;E=MC2 &amp;6$^$&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;*^%*&amp;$&amp;amp;$%#%^&amp;$#%$#^*&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now children, SING-A-LONG! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hickory Dickory Dock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hickory Dickory Dock,&lt;br /&gt;The kuku bird in the clock,&lt;br /&gt;The clock struck twelve,&lt;br /&gt;The kuku bird came out,&lt;br /&gt;Hickory Dickory Dock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*DING*DONG* "KUKU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muthu Had A Mama Shop&lt;br /&gt;(Sing to tune of Ol' Mac Donald Had A Farm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Muthu had a mama shop,&lt;br /&gt;Eee yai ee yai yooo.&lt;br /&gt;Muthu shop got sell Mentos,&lt;br /&gt;Eee yai ee yai yooo.&lt;br /&gt;Freshmaker here,&lt;br /&gt;Freshmaker there,&lt;br /&gt;Here fresh, there fresh everywhere fresh fresh!&lt;br /&gt;Eee yai ee yai yoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muthu, the freshmaker.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The funniest, however, is not the above few. It's one about a Christmas song. Ask me if you want to know how Lita insisted that one of the Christmas carols is actually anti-Christ. Clue in the following picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I know why it's "Hark the herald angels sing".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy guessing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114201676675317447?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114201676675317447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114201676675317447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114201676675317447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114201676675317447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/03/nursery-rhymes.html' title='Nursery Rhymes'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114175318245368321</id><published>2006-03-08T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T01:43:56.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Womb Raider</title><content type='html'>Remember I talked about this DVD I came across in Hong Kong that had the most ridiculous title? The one that I saw while looking for a proper movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK &lt;strong&gt;WOMB RAIDER&lt;/strong&gt; YOU REMEMBER NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/400/Tomb_raider.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lim bei will raid your womb.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This porn spoof of the legendary tomb raider, as mentioned in a previous post, IS IN SINGAPORE'S THEATRE! So anyway, I am an avid reader of blogger Xiaxue's blog (that was a mouthful). So in her most recent post, she was talking about herself going to Yangtze cinema (yes, it's in Singapore not Beijing) and attempting to watch it. (un)Fortunately, the tickets ran out so she had to watch something else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SEE! TICKETS SOLD OUT!?!?! BLOCKBUSTER LEH! HIT LEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, the next hit might be Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Balls! (I heard from my lecturer that Harry Potter already have it's own range of porn spoof. *shurgs* The world's dead, like seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/400/Tomb_raider.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harry Potter just became a fantasy cum horror flick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hmmmm, nice...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114175318245368321?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114175318245368321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114175318245368321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114175318245368321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114175318245368321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/03/womb-raider.html' title='Womb Raider'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114156203110820145</id><published>2006-03-05T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T20:37:26.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grow mushroom.</title><content type='html'>Life is super sian now lor. I want to work but don't know when I am enlisting for NS. Then, no work no income. So want to go out also scared overspend. Then never go out at home also rotting. SO I NEED SOMETHING TO DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have lobang for jobs with flexi-hours and allows for any-time-will-kena-letter-to-go-pulau-tekong-cheong pre-enlistees, please inform me. Or just donate some money to me. Arbo I will grow mushroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/400/mushroom_pop.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mushroom papa is going to love me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114156203110820145?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114156203110820145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114156203110820145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114156203110820145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114156203110820145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/03/grow-mushroom.html' title='Grow mushroom.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114114792707976532</id><published>2006-03-01T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T23:07:06.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steven Lim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Emelia has a new admirer and this post is dedicated to the HOTTEST stuff in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emelia-no-enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, fake you all one. Not Henry Thia la. He hair-no-enough liao how to like Emelia? The new admirer is actually the well-known Singapore Idol-wanabe, who had donned yellow trunks and bicycle-armor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/troysteven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pluck eyebrow, leg hair, armpit hair, kuku hair and kar chng hair all for SGD$10!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I know this post abit slow since Singapore Idol passed eons ago, but this is inspired by Emelia Yip. &lt;s&gt;Her mother is Jean Yip.&lt;/s&gt; Apparently, according to her, she was winked at and waved at by the above rhino famous as a 'Yellow Trunks &lt;strong&gt;"She Bangs"&lt;/strong&gt; Stripper'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/swimwear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why your kar chng so yellow?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The more I see him, the more I pity Spongebob, again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/swimwear.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spongebob tamade suay, everybody also look like him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Most of us know that he stands outside Marriott regularly and offers eyebrow, &lt;s&gt;leg hair, armpit hair, kuku hair and kar chng hair plucking all for SGD$10.&lt;/s&gt; Then, according to Emelia again, she say when he pluck your hair, HIS ARMPIT WILL FRICKING LEAN AGAINST YOUR FACE. I don't know if it's true, but that's hairy stuff. Imagine this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Davidoff, BOSS, Bodyshop or Limbeigotsmellyarmpit perfume, confirm know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Therefore, I present to you the ultimate quote of the day, compliments of Emelia Yip &lt;s&gt;whose mother is Jean Yip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;emelia rebekah - www.slick99moves.blogdrive.com returns WHAT THE HELL said:&lt;br /&gt;HE THINKS HES DAMN HOT LOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;emelia rebekah - www.slick99moves.blogdrive.com returns WHAT THE HELL said:&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER LOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;emelia rebekah - www.slick99moves.blogdrive.com returns WHAT THE HELL said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;suck my toes can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eme, I am sure he'll be glad to do that and show you his armpit hair. =D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And finally, the finale of today's post!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lim bei am BANANA!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114114792707976532?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114114792707976532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114114792707976532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114114792707976532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114114792707976532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/03/steven-lim.html' title='Steven Lim'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114063983023392764</id><published>2006-02-23T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T04:26:10.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omnipotent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;YAY! I finished my exams liao! FREEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chirp chirp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Disclaimer* The following would be highly religious (Christian), so read on if you are open-minded to religious debate. If not, it is recommended for you to stop reading and wait for my next more bo liao post. WEEEEEEE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, just a random thought. Xiaxue once mentioned, "Can God create a boulder so heavy that He Himself cannot carry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The point of argument seemed perfect. If He can make the boulder, then there is one thing He can't do (a.k.a carry the boulder), so He's not omnipotent afterall. And if He can't make the boulder, then He can't make the boulder (duh), a.k.a not omnipotent again! ARGHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;God: WAH PIANG OIE! Too big la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am Christian, so I should be baffled and go "err... actually hor... uhmm... we are mere humans we will never know one la!" and be satisfied with this hanging-from-out-of-nowhere answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got the answer during a conversation with a non-believer about life after death. I was talking about the free-will that God gave us when he created Adam and Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;OIE! Laugh simi! I am your lao peh and lao bu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See, it is already evident that he can create things that He cannot control! He cannot force us to love Him, if not the whole world would be filled with us Christians already! So theoritically, He can create that boulder. And just like our free-will, while He cannot control our decisions, He can affect our decisions! For example, before Moses fled Egypt with the Israelites, God hardened the heart of the Pharoah so that His will can be fulfilled (Exodus10:1).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, while He can create the boulder, if He needs to lift it, He will affect the surroundings of the boulder, or the boulder itself, so that He can achieve the task!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.9.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EH! PLAY CHEAT ONE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But first things first, WHICH GOD WILL BE THAT BO LIAO?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114063983023392764?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114063983023392764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114063983023392764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114063983023392764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114063983023392764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/02/omnipotent.html' title='Omnipotent'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-114045972150899457</id><published>2006-02-21T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T12:45:50.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johari Window</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about Johari's window today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Johari Window thing is cool. Read about it somewhere before. I think from Organisation Management or some related module in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, we all have some impression/idea of ourselves. And people would also have their own impression/ideas of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, this is how Esther thinks of herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oie, buy lim bei book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And this is how disgusted I am with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.6.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEVEN-UP! (Who's eye shadow can be more swollen than this?!?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEE!&lt;/strong&gt; If you think you are smart, you may be wrong. Well, unless you are, &lt;em&gt;erhem&lt;/em&gt;, me that is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So anyways, people please go to this URL: &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Huankai"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=Huankai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to 'input' some adjectives that you think describe me. Of course, it should include knowledgeable, intelligent, mature, helpful, caring... &lt;em&gt;*trails off*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-114045972150899457?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/114045972150899457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=114045972150899457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114045972150899457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/114045972150899457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/02/johari-window.html' title='Johari Window'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113994338192325835</id><published>2006-02-15T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T03:04:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win A Date With Lin Huankai.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Valentine's this year is not bad. OKAY I SOUR GRAPES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't 'putoh' la!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I met Vince04 and Emily at SMU today. Emily showed us around her school, and I found out that the school is quite impressive. They even got the best salesman in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come on! Buy a ticket from us, you'll feel good on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This freaking guy is bloody enthusiatic la. He's from ACJC and he's selling some tickets for his school's funfair. Yes, he actually said "Come on! Buy a ticket from us, you'll feel good on Saturday." &lt;s&gt;AND WHAT THE HECK HAS BUYING A FUNFAIR TICKET GOT TO DO WITH US FEELING GOOD ON SATURDAY U TURBANATOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We walked past him twice and he kept trying to persuade us to buy the tickets. Vincent 'dulan' until down there "BU YAO FAN WO LE!" ("don't disturb me anymore" in Mandarin).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the main point: SMU. DAMN high tech la. Every door you go also need to "didi" the student card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/ezlink.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Er. No, it's not Ezlink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then Emily left us for sanctification service, and we caught "I Not Stupid Too". BLOODY GOOD I SAY. Please support local shows, 'cause they are &lt;s&gt;kan pua ho chio and sibei chor lor&lt;/s&gt; very realistic and relative to our daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On our way to the theatres along Orchard Road, there were millions of girls (and a handful of sissy guys) in uniform along the way that kept going "buy some flowers for your girlfriend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE HECK ARE THEY DOING AT ORCHARD SELLING FLOWERS WHEN THEY SHOULD BE STUDYING! Vince04 and me got so irritated that we decided to come up with some antics to scare them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OIE! WANT TO BUY LIM BEI FLOWER ANOT?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Therefore, inspired by the events of today, and to prepare all of you people for the onslaught along Orchard Road next Valentine's, I present to you &lt;strong&gt;How to Deter a Flowergirl in School Uniform From Selling you Roses on Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Disclaimer*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The following is inspired either by Vincent, or invented by myself. The responses by the flowergirls may be violent, e.g use their flower basket to "say" you, or call their gang members to whack you. Your safety is not guaranteed; try it at your own risk. And yes, we tried &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; of the below tricks on the flowergirls todays. Damn guai lan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1.) Say your girlfriend is allergic to flower. (Then got one idiotic flowergirl actually asked us to buy and put at her house. TMD THE SAME RIGHT? ALLERIGIC PUT AT HOME OR TAKE OUTSIDE ALSO WILL KENA RIGHT?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2.) Put on a damn sad/serious face and say you both just broke up. (Vincent tried this and guess what the flowergirl said? She said "THANK YOU". PEOPLE IF REALLY BREAK UP LIAO YOU THANK WHAT YOU? KIAM PA AH?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3.) In the case when it is a group date, grab a friend of the SAME sex and ask that friend in a damn gay/masculine voice if he/she wants a flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4.) Put up your hand and say no need. (CHEY cliche!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5.) Shout a string of vulgarities at the top of your lungs. &amp;^$&amp;amp;*$*^$!$^%%^$#^ (Heng Vincent never try this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6.) Prepare a dead flower and ask the flowergirl if she wants to buy from you at double the price of whatever flower she is selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7.) &lt;s&gt;Ask them go back school and study for spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8.) Look at their school uniform and ask them for their name. Then ask them for their school's telephone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9.) Bo hiew them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10.) 'Diao' a.k.a stare at the flowergirl. Works all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There you have it. They confirm siam you like Armaggedon will come once you buy their flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONFIRM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113994338192325835?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113994338192325835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113994338192325835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113994338192325835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113994338192325835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/02/win-date-with-lin-huankai.html' title='Win A Date With Lin Huankai.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113981933161625404</id><published>2006-02-13T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T23:29:08.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Llama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I thought this picture was quite funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/llama-final-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It goes: "MEH... My name is Esther and you are my boyfriend. =D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was reading famous blogger Xiaxue's archives until I came upon this post about her thinking that llamas look stupid, and even the name sounds stupid. She was like "repeat llama ten times. FUNNY RIGHT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So here goes: Llama, Llama, Llama, Llama, Llama, Llama, Llama, Llama, Llama, Llama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry, bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113981933161625404?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113981933161625404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113981933161625404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113981933161625404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113981933161625404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/02/llama.html' title='Llama'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113976402906623429</id><published>2006-02-13T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T02:37:21.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>霍霍霍霍霍霍霍霍!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*update*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S Remember Womb Raider? Apparently, it's showing NOW at Pearl Centre. Catch it while you can! MUAHAHA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The movie "Huo Yuan Jia", or better known in English as "Fearless", is nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I caught a movie with my mummy. The show is abit gory, but as the plot develops, you also grow with the character (if you get what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing funny this post, sorry Jessiebaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. On an entirely separate note again, I want to talk about Avril Lavigne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I watched "Fearless" with her just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She used to be my favourite ang moh girl star. Cause, she rocks and she's hot and all. But recently, I read from comewhere that she's dropping her grunge style and getting more 'lady-like'. Gucci bags and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, seriously being lady-like is cool for all girls. But I guess it's the punkiness in the girls that attract me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's MISS Lavigne, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;For example, I went back to SKMC and met Debbie after such a long time. She grow up liao lor. Now wear heels and all. But luckily she is still loud and rowdy and all, if not I think I won't find her as cute anymore. WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Back to the topic, my point is, girls should show more attitude and confidence in themselves. That's a real woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And just for bites, here's another Avril Lavigne for you: &lt;a href="http://chat.sky.net.ua/gallery_member.php?member=avril_lavigne"&gt;http://chat.sky.net.ua/gallery_member.php?member=avril_lavigne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTITUDE LEH!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And as I said in the previous post: &lt;em&gt;Gentlemen, it's time to make do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113976402906623429?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113976402906623429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113976402906623429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113976402906623429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113976402906623429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='霍霍霍霍霍霍霍霍!'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113968148492988777</id><published>2006-02-12T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T02:14:24.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's.</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those single ladies out there, please gimme a holler if you have nothing on. We can always go out together and get to know each other, eh? *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, it's still the same. Just good'ol Vincent and meself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3541.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vincent's face super square.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time, when F4 was still hot, Wilmer, Yangfei, Vince and myself will go out together. As the years go by, more and more of us get attached. And as more and more get attached, lesser and lesser people hang out with me on V'day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not really healthy to face a square-face every year on V'day. (Sorry Vincent, but this have to come) One day, I will become like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/12642%7ESpongeBob-SquarePants-Posters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But I got feeling next year, I am gonna be alone. COS 04 GOT LALA! HAHA. (Wakao, rhymes)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On an entirely separate note, don't you think that all the pretty-cum-intelligent-cum-independent-cum-kind-cum-fillial girls are either taken or crooked? Whatever is left is Esther-esque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/20050803-7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gentlemen, it's time to make do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are times when I hope Armageddon is near -_-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113968148492988777?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113968148492988777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113968148492988777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113968148492988777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113968148492988777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113957368779349324</id><published>2006-02-10T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:38:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esther's Picture.</title><content type='html'>Okay, by popular demand, I shall post a picture of Esther the Monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/monkey_laden.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awwwwwwww. Ain't she cute?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;See, know my fear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eh okok nonono, I was just joking. Actually I took a picture with her before. Neh:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/2968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My last job with her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sorry I did not want you guys to know that I am Ken Zhu and Rainie liked me. So I came up with the Esther story. MUAHAHAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113957368779349324?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113957368779349324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113957368779349324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113957368779349324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113957368779349324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/02/esthers-picture.html' title='Esther&apos;s Picture.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113939973379670941</id><published>2006-02-08T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:05:21.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I super bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just now went Compass Point to meet little Shiya. Then had dinner and cuppucino in the library. Read Rolling Stones and Motor Trends magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of walking (or taking bus) home) I moved away from home when I came to a crossroad. Then walk walk walk, discovered that I am near my secondary school. So I walked towards it. A wave of nostalgia swept over me (wah i feel so chim-ster now), and I decided to deviate even further away from home. I walked the circumference of the school, before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short walk around the school's circumference reminded me of my 'happening' childhood, or rather, teenagehood. Caring nothing about the hot sun or pouring rain; indulging in endless soccer and basketball sessions; pulling out the shirt from our pants when we are out of the school's compound; the ringing recess bell; school assembly periods with the various lame performances; being reprimanded by teachers and HODs alike for not tucking in our shirts; and going home at about 7pm when school ended about 5 hours before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long time since I took a slow stroll around the neighbourhood, taking in the fresh air and the beauty of the light blue sky. Sometimes, we get so caught up with life, we forget the beauty of the simple things around us. Even when we have the time, we choose to indulge in meaningless things like television, internet or computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when would be the next time I stroll around the neighbourhood again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more so, I wonder how different would the surroundings be in the next stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/SCM%2004%20Team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;The secondary buncha' creeps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113939973379670941?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113939973379670941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113939973379670941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113939973379670941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113939973379670941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/02/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113929814896872350</id><published>2006-02-07T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T15:49:31.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ex-Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>EEE YER! DISHGUSHTED ARH! *shivers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay let me explain why the sudden outburst of negative emotions. PUI PUI PUI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time ago, there was a beng in a neighbourhood school. He was quite 'sud' and his name was Kai. *smirks* Haha okay back to seriousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was another girl called Esther, and she was a junior in school. Kai, on the other hand, was a senior. Esther met Kai somehow (so insignificant that Kai haveactually forgotten all about it), and they became friends. Kai, being an easy-going person, did not think anything was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, BUT, BUT! Something was VERY VERY WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther passed Kai the then-popular-biography-diary to sign. You know? Those kinda books girls (and occassionally guys) like to buy and let their friends sign? And the friends would always write stuff like "Roses are red, violets are blue, Hard to find, are friends like you" and decorate every alphabet with highlighters and marker pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I admit being caught up by those kiddo stuffs even though I was a Beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the story. So Kai, in all his naivete, signed Esther's book. Then, days (or weeks, sorry too insignificant) later, his close friend got to sign Esher's book too. Out of curiosity of what other people wrote (it's fun ma, you know, to read the different versions of the "roses are red" poem), Kai took the book from his friend and started reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN HE KNEW HORROR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thick-skinned monster called Esther proclaimed to the entire school, in her book, that Kai was her boyfriend! Kai was enraged and confronted Esther. He demanded that she clarified the matter and gave him a reasonable explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed on, I forgot. LOL. But I can recall all the "BEY HIAO BAI AH!" and the "SIAO CHAR BORS" from all my buddies. They knew it was BLASPHEMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, eons later (okay la just a few years), Kai got an SMS from an authentic ex-grilfriend called Joycelyn. Joycelyn expressed that she was shocked that I was together with Esther before. Aparently, the Esther girl haven't gotten over her self-deception and continued to tell people of that 'wonderfully-spun' tale years after. Worse still, she said I was a bad boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FREAK I WAS NEVER WITH HER BEFORE LA! SIBEI DULAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to further pump her own ego, Esther mentioned that she had gotten over me and is getting married soon. Is he imaginary too? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeap, Wilmer, Vincent and gang, if you think it is that girl from Technical stream, THAT GIRL, you are right! THAT BUAY HIAO BAI and SIAO CHAR BOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther, here's a piece of advice: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you need a shrink.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113929814896872350?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113929814896872350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113929814896872350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113929814896872350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113929814896872350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/02/ex-girlfriend.html' title='Ex-Girlfriend'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113919773423259157</id><published>2006-02-06T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T11:51:19.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year &amp; Graduation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yippee yo! The computer viruses are out and I am back to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This New Year is pretty quiet for myself, since my maternal grandparents are both gone. And since my granddad passed away for less than a year, we can't celebrate New Year according to Chinese traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God for Clarence and his family! We had a great party over at his place on Chu 7. Booze, girls, music, food and lots of humour! Great pair of twin daddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prior to the CNY were presentations after presentation. While the process of preparing for presentations suck, I have a gut feel that I am so gonna miss it in a few year's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3528.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Underwater World Singapore, Team 5 and TP consultant lecturers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can imagine myself working for an airline or hotel (or maybe running through dense foliage with a full SBO and a SAR21 slung across my shoulders), and missing the days of projects after projects. I can imagine myself feeling so project-deprived that I approach my boss and ask for projects to do (, forgetting that I am in the army and earning a project requiring me to complete 100 push-ups in under one minute).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last tutorial class. Mr Fung seemed constipated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh. Give me back my "qing chun"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113919773423259157?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113919773423259157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113919773423259157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113919773423259157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113919773423259157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-year-graduation.html' title='New Year &amp; Graduation.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113870645882216627</id><published>2006-01-31T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:20:58.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suay.</title><content type='html'>This New Year rocks my socks off my lock cocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computer kena virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.k.a SIBEI SUAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113870645882216627?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113870645882216627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113870645882216627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113870645882216627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113870645882216627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/01/suay.html' title='Suay.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113838844590520668</id><published>2006-01-28T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T03:04:47.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinois New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's damn sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title la. After one semester of French class, I only know how to translate ONE word of "Happy Chinese New Year". I feel that I have let down Vivian- my French teacher that damn act sud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's better news: I PASSED MY NAPFA! Wa lao eh, run like ki siao, Silver nia. NEH MIND. 3 months exempted enough liao. I don't wanna go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another totally irrelevant note, Korean stuff! I wanted to post this since eons ago, but kept forgetting. I was talking to Kelly and Ah Du today over dinner, and our conversation led to me talking about THE Korean shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for those that have no idea, and want to have a taste of Korea right here in Singapore, &lt;strong&gt;YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT BLOG&lt;/strong&gt; (although I doubt you came here to read about what Korea has to offer to Singapore, UNLESS you have BDSSJB Syndrome *refer to previous blogpost if you have no idea*). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/0103_152752.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anhyeong Haseh YO! Konnichiwa! Xing Nian Kuai Le! Aku Tak Tahu!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;What you have seen above is an example of what the shop has to offer. It is located at Middle Road near Bugis.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;How we came across the shop: REMEMBER MY GRUMPY WUMPY PERIOD? So we were trying to go to Bras Besar Centre to try some bass pedals, and being grumpy I forced Tash (who was unlucky enough to 'pei' me on this trip) to walk with me from Rendevous Hotel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yes it IS far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So anyway, we walked past this shop on our way to Bras Besar, and noticed a &lt;s&gt;mad Korean run to us, shouting ANHEONG HASEH YO! KONNICHIWA! XING NIAN KUAI LE! AKU TAK TAHU!&lt;/s&gt; shop with lots of Korean goods. Curious, we entered the shop and discovered Korea literally. Basket they got EVERYTHING I tell you: canned Kimchi, Korean soy sauce, soft drinks (coke collectors, you can go there and buy Korea's version of a Coca Cola Bottle), candy, and the list goes on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;BUT the star of the shop is none other than the Korean beer and BBQed squid!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/0103_152849.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were paid royalty to endorse the Korean stuff &lt;s&gt;by shouting ANHEONG HASEH YO! KONNICHIWA! XING NIAN KUAI LE! AKU TAK TAHU!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I was momentarily ungrumpified after the light Korean snacks entered my digestive system. SUPER SHIOK LA! The squid is so nice; you can still see the patterns of the squid even though it's shredded like nobody's business. Then the beer, TIGER BEER YOU CAN GIVE UP LIAO. The blue one I was drinking is damn nice! Light and clean taste, DAMN REFRESHING. The white one tastes more bitter and has a stronger flavour of hops, so if you like the bitterness, go for that!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I feel like going there to ban nian huo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113838844590520668?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113838844590520668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113838844590520668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113838844590520668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113838844590520668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-chinois-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinois New Year!'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113821328144241625</id><published>2006-01-26T02:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T02:21:21.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BDSSJB Syndrome</title><content type='html'>I think I have a wierd illness. My head jerks forwards and backwards whenever I am sitting down. Then, when I stand up, I can't balance properly. I keep swaying from left to right. Sometimes, things are so bad I cannot even stand properly: I need a support to keep myself standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that a kind of illness gives these syndromes. I think medically it's called the BDSSJB Syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bloody hate it when it acts up. Always happens whenever I am going to school, and coming home. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what's BDSSJB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Bus-Driver-Suka-Suka-Jam-Brake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIBEH DULAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how SBS pass their license one. *pui*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113821328144241625?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113821328144241625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113821328144241625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113821328144241625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113821328144241625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/01/bdssjb-syndrome.html' title='BDSSJB Syndrome'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113749350600653184</id><published>2006-01-17T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T18:25:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Podcast</title><content type='html'>Yea! Angel and gang completed the podcast for my band: Democracy For Listeners. Cool stuff man! But the way I talk damn mohd sia. And my laughter was horrible. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody have any idea how to load the podcast onto my blog so people can download? Teach me please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/Band.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just in case you forgot how sud we can be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113749350600653184?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113749350600653184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113749350600653184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113749350600653184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113749350600653184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/01/podcast.html' title='Podcast'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113734379867967132</id><published>2006-01-15T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:49:58.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20th Birthday</title><content type='html'>This birthday was great, as was in the past. I went to Ohm cafe at Arab Street to meet my band and gang first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3456.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ohm cafe and Hoegaarden in the foreground.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was Janice's birthday also, so we had food and booze and food and booze. Fagan was so sweet la. We were eating and drinking and suddenly this guy comes up with a bouquet of purple roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Delivery for Ms Janice." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3458.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WTH? Delivery?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then he gave Janice this piece of paper for her to sign to acknowledge receipt, you know the make-believe-it's-a-delivery kinda things? And the guy read this message from the sender a.k.a Fagan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Red roses speak of love, Blue roses speak of friendship. All I ask for is a unique purple rose" or something of the sort. That quote was Janice's MSN nick and she loves purple stuffs for all I know. Bloody sweet la.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3460.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Band Gang say OHMMMMMM.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So after that I went off to meet Mer and gang at ChinaBlack for round two of celebration, BUT not before the band gang gave me my gift: A PM7 PHASE MODULATOR FOR MY BASS! LOVES IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks ALOT ALOT!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So Peng drove around Arab Street for God-knows-how-many-rounds before realising where I was, and when he finally found me, we headed for Chinablack.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We caused quite a stir b'cos we are Team Sud-ness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So we went in and it was empty. I thought it was only 9pm so people's not here yet. Heck little did I know that throughout the night it's not gonna go beyond 40 peeps? But it was still fun b'cos we hit the dancefloor first and people started streaming down. Went mad la. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3490.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo ah yo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Saw a couple of school mates there too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Myself, Mitch and Torrine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A really cute lady came to join the celebration!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3465.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yang Chen Ling lookalike.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And met a couple of new friends too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone, meet my son, *click*ai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;But the best of all was that my bestest of friend were all there to share my birthday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now that's a reunion.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And of course, the man that shared the same day of birth as myself, and the man that stood by my side, high or low, good or bad: Wilmer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3471.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sud! NOT toot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thank you guys for this last birthday filled with freedom. The next one will be spent either in the deep green forests of Lim Chu Kang or the stuffy bunks of whichever camp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I DON'T WANT!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113734379867967132?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113734379867967132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113734379867967132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113734379867967132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113734379867967132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/01/20th-birthday.html' title='20th Birthday'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113688239435019614</id><published>2006-01-10T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:35:36.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I don't know why, maybe I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just feel frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things can be short and sweet, simple again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit* Peng just made my day. WEEEEEEEE. (explicit evidence that I am going through what most girls go through once every month: mood swings)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113688239435019614?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113688239435019614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113688239435019614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113688239435019614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113688239435019614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/01/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113672114557290389</id><published>2006-01-08T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:52:25.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated specially to Minnie, for it's her birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how grouchy she was for the past weeks, I believe it was cured yesterday. I am sorry I did not spend it with you but not matter, I still love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'd be there no matter what on your 21st!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/kai%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy 20th birthday!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Signed,&lt;br /&gt;Kai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113672114557290389?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113672114557290389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113672114557290389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113672114557290389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113672114557290389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113657970576693528</id><published>2006-01-07T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T04:35:05.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordings.</title><content type='html'>Today had been a long day. Super tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bras Basah to meet Jeff and Tash b'cos Jeff was bored and Tash needed to restring her guitar.They no longer help people string guitars now! Lucky got Jeff to help us string. Then I saw the Epiphone Goth Thunderbird IV that I liked ever since I loved bass. It was the one that i always wanted, but cannot find in Singapore. There was even a period of time that I wanted to import it from the USA! It's absolutely sexy with matt finish, charcoal coloured body, neck and headstock. The bridge is raised and theres a XII inlay on the fingerboard. SEXY LIKE SHIT. If you want a better idea of how it looks like, click here: &lt;a href="http://www.epiphone.com/default.asp?ProductID=209&amp;CollectionID=12"&gt;http://www.epiphone.com/default.asp?ProductID=209&amp;amp;CollectionID=12&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look carefully at the fretboards, there's a XII sign there. SUPER SEXY GOTH SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After admiring the bass, and restringing the guitar, we left for Soundmix Studios by cab. Then came the dulan parts. THE MAP I GOT FROM YELLOWPAGES WAS INACCURATE. We got off the cab and could not find the studio! Then I think we walked the whole of Jalan Besar, and I ran street to street with my bass bag and thick jacket on. I think I NAPFA no problem liao. Can go in army do my SOC in full SBO no problem. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after ONE BLOODY HOUR then we found our way there. so ONE HOUR left of jamming. We rushed like mad. I am pleased to say that at least we found a new homeground to jam in. But today still not very satisfied with our overal performance. I think is because Fagan can't hear everybody and I couldn't hear myself; our timing was pretty screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must get used to the room and jam there more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the jamming, we actually had recording done. Hence, ladies and gentlemen! Democracy For Listeners actually have 3 original tracks done (though not to optimal standard, but can la...), and in listenable mp3 format! When we are done with more songs, and the standards are better, we can start distributing liao, so must support us okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired now. Go sleep liao. And Dory I wan my champagne and chocolate when you get your job hor. *snore* ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113657970576693528?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113657970576693528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113657970576693528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113657970576693528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113657970576693528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/01/recordings.html' title='Recordings.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113630369157639389</id><published>2006-01-03T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T00:35:12.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>*edit* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;HIGHLIGHTING SOME POINTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't wanna eleaborate anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand everything. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;It's not FOR SURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I suppose, but my intelligent brain can put things together pretty good. &lt;em&gt;That&lt;/em&gt; day was spent with a friend, but was not made known to me by the other good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were hiding it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I am right, maybe I am wrong. They weren't at fault for doing so.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I mean they HAD their right. I ain't their Dad or Mum and they don't have to tell me everything, but I guess I can't help feeling disappointed that they hid something like that from me. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No wonder they stopped halfway when the things they could have said would indicate to me THE truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA okay you guys will never understand what I am talking about, so the people I love can ask me about it and I will tell you! And if you think I am talking about you and somehow happen to be one of the people I am mentioning about, well, I am not angry. I am &lt;strong&gt;disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;. I will still talk to you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, today was spent accompanying that stupid Indian Chinese (still feeling grumpy, and the above enlightenment made it worse) buy paint. Went all the way to Bras Basah Centre, but if not for me wanting to try my pedals I think I also lazy to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to BBC from Rendevous Hotel b'cos I felt like walking and that woman was 'coerced' to walk with me HAHA. Bought her dumb 24-something-dollars paint with her and flew to Swee Lee to test pedals. Played around with phaser and dynamic wah pedals. Loved the sound of the wah pedal (plus can do more stuff with it) but Fagan preferred the phaser. I think I will get the phaser first, then the wah later cause the wah is more expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I ain't blogging in proper language anymore and I am lazy to edit liao. Grouchy la. Only Min can understand me. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go sleep tomorrow should be a better day. I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113630369157639389?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113630369157639389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113630369157639389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113630369157639389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113630369157639389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/01/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113620860524709671</id><published>2006-01-02T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:31:12.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishlist</title><content type='html'>Okay now I know I am thick-skinned but this is as what babe says "DUDE it's just a blog, you don't even have to be serious about it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking on MSN and we asked each other to post a 'what-you-really-want' list for our birthdays, just for the heck of it. So here goes (all in random order, except the Atom. I SO want it lor):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) O2 Atom&lt;br /&gt;2.) Bass effects pedal&lt;br /&gt;3.) A big-ass diamond ring&lt;br /&gt;4.) BBNE2005 Bass&lt;br /&gt;5.) A dress watch&lt;br /&gt;6.) Time out with ALL my best friends, CLUB LIKE MAD&lt;br /&gt;7.) Some funky branded bag/wallet, maybe LV or something, just for the heck of it&lt;br /&gt;8.) A girlfriend and hopefully future wife&lt;br /&gt;9.) New funky spectacles/slippers&lt;br /&gt;10.) Expenses for a Bangkok (or if they can afford it, HONG KONG!) trip with buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like Babe Minnie, it doesn't HAVE to be the above to make us really happy. I mean like if it came from the heart (come on, you know it if the person put thought into the gift), it could delight me more than if you-bought-it-cos-Kai-said-he-wanted-that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, close friends reading my blog (you guys jolly well know who you are), kindly keep your day free on the 15th January b'cos it's Wilmer's and my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make my day. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention before that the feeling of *sucks in air* having this girl that you admire pretty much asking you whether this good friend of yours is single b'cos she find him cute totally sucks? Especially when you haven't got a 'target' for so long (damn one year or more?). Damn bang balls. Sigh. Don't ask who.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113620860524709671?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113620860524709671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113620860524709671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113620860524709671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113620860524709671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/01/wishlist.html' title='Wishlist'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113613890055505507</id><published>2006-01-02T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T02:09:46.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Contrast.</title><content type='html'>In contrast to Minnie (&lt;a href="http://www.whatgoesaroundcomesaround.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.whatgoesaroundcomesaround.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;), &lt;strong&gt;I am posting to remind you about my presents!&lt;/strong&gt; Jeazzzzzzzz jokin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But similar to her, I also quite grouchy la. When I am 19, I can do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_2898.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Insert deep breathing sound*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;If I do that when I am 20, people will say "OIE! 'Ginna' ah?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Wierd feeling this year la. Like something is missing. I know there is something that's making me so edgy, but cannot pinpoint la. Got a feeling that there's something I need to do about myself, BUT WHAT!?!?!?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/A%20Couple%20Of%20Yakun%20People.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kopi Ji Bueh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Maybe unlike to Hui Min, I don't wanna celebrate at a kopitiam b'cos that makes me feel older than I should be. I want my 20th birthday to be special. I have no idea how. And for the first time for a long time, I wish I had a special someone to spend the day with. RIDICULOUS HOR?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sigh. What's wrong with me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_1768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lemme go think it out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113613890055505507?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113613890055505507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113613890055505507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113613890055505507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113613890055505507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-contrast.html' title='In Contrast.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113610427221127962</id><published>2006-01-01T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:43:22.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Already.</title><content type='html'>It's 2006 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a long night yesterday, only got home this morning at 5.30am. Sigh. This New Year was quite sad, when compared to the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly 365 days ago, we had Ah Meng, Wei Jie, Wei Cong, Darryl and so many other people. But this year, while old friends like Yang Fei and Terence are back, the rest disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope when 2006 ends, I would spend it with my greatest pals once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/5_brothers%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here's to hoping we spend it together this year...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/17th%20Dec2005%20027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wishing Vincent would be less gay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113610427221127962?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113610427221127962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113610427221127962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113610427221127962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113610427221127962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-already.html' title='New Year Already.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113597118350125929</id><published>2005-12-31T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:03:41.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Year End Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, was planning to sleep until I read Hui Min's blog. IT'S BLOODY NEW YEAR'S EVE MORNING LIAO SO HAPPY NEW YEAR'S EVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's recap what happened this year: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/DSCF1593.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Min: OIE! Kuku jiao, where's my present?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every beginning of the year starts with Hui Min's birthday. On her birthday 2005 we went to NYDC to eat Meatballs that ate Manhattan (is it Manhattan?). Cool her birthday is so big we ate something equivalent to a city state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/DSCF1575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We ate so much I think we got &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; continent around our bellies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So after Minnie's birthday, came mine! It was such a great day because the people I really care about all came (with the exception of Vincent la, Wilmer la, Yang Fei la, Ah Peng la, Wei Jie la...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/567b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andrew's face machiam kena bang by lorry. And my pose looks like I gonna bang him one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had dinner at Brewerks, and had lots and lots of beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/11c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think this rocket of beer brought me somewhere near to Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That day was so bloody happy until some helluva Ang Mohs came to steal my limelight, I feel like soaking them in lime juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/e070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only I tranformed into an Ang Moh I would be cooler than them! Swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But it was still a great birthday because I broke my back taking photos with Jasmine Png...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/d9e0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oie! You can don't bend bend here, bend bend there anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After a great birthday celebration, the Chinese Lunar New Year was next! The days of Ang Baos, tidbits, and out-of-the-blue girl bands crooning New Year songs techno-style! But this year, the SJCC (Singapore Junior Chef's Club) also organised this Lou Hei Dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/GONG%20XI%20NI%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gong Xi Ni. Compliments of Nixon, Steward and Me. Where's my ang bao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The food was pretty good, and it was the first time I attended a Lou Hei dinner out of the family. I can recall having like close to 10 YuShengs this year. Hope the next year would spare me the torture of eating raw carrots and sesame seeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_1693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess the birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, came yet another significant birthday. Okay, this one I admit lose. Bloody heck Tash got the whole Singapore celebrating her birthday, and cost me one bloody afternoon blowing balloons. Cause all of us 'pa kat' act like we forgotten her birthday, but the fact is we asked everybody to prepare to come for her party and bought lots of stuff for her. On her birthday itself, Minnie even lured her out of the house so we can do the decos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_1624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the cake size also win me. Neh bong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then came the holidays. &lt;s&gt;I spent the holidays partying and getting to know hot babes.&lt;/s&gt; I spent my holidays taking this stupid course module called "Psychology of Creativity". Kuku jiao, creativity then creativity la, what Psychology of Creativity. I think the people that invented it are Psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_2115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Psycho-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We kena psycho throughout the modules that we ARE creative. Heck the whole day spent asking us to do simple things, then we can do it they say "NEH! YOU CREATIVE WAT!". I feel like jumping off the building doing a creative backflip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_2116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiss me, Kiss me, Because I creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But despite the dumb module, the people I met made it worthwhile. There's this girl called Amanda that drank Ribena everyday, I wish I can tell her to see the doctor and check her sugar condition. Then got this wierdo dude that come to school in tattered and torn clothes and has a wierd name called Barney. &lt;s&gt;He sings wierd childish songs in a wierd voice too.&lt;/s&gt; No he's not purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_2175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vicky, vick vick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year was also the year I met someone over the net, and actually met her face to face. Her name is Victoria but I just call her Vicky. I never believed that I would do that, but Vicky is really a very intelligent lady. Her thought patterns are so complicated I actually liked talking to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_0287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got a cute God. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And after being inactive in church for quite sometime, I found a church that I felt a sense of belonging. I started going to FCBC regularly and found myself closer to The Man Upstairs. I AM ALIVE AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_2830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sir, may I have your passport for registration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, the holidays ended, and I started my attachment at The Pan Pacific Singapore. Work was tough, but the people brightened my day! Plus, I got Tash in the same SIP company so I got company! (I did not mean to rhyme.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_2369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poolbar, your number one choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was also the year my brothers got their licenses, and we started &lt;s&gt;breaking&lt;/s&gt; eating wind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_2720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Team Sud-ness, as per Wilmer. Sud until wind make the picture blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was also one of the most happening gigs Democracy for Listeners ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/Band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why Marc smile until like that (second from the left)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2005 is also the year that I returned to the Zoo. I think I never visited that place since I came out of Primary school man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_1564.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look Ma! A monkey! Er.. No. IT'S AH MENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, months later, SIP ended and we went back to school! We were so happy to see each other again! SIP made us realise that work sucks, school rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back-to-school antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, we also went for our educational trip. I went to Macau and Hong Kong and realised that I should be living in Hong Kong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_2967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ms Quah in Europe. NO LA! Macau la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as the year nears the end, the ding-dong Christmas bell rings! And along with DING DONG DING DONG came food, booze and presents! (along with tattered and torn wallets).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AH! Christmas turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year was really a great year. There's more than what I have posted, and while they are not mentioned, it's all embedded deep in my heart, mind and soul. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as I finish this post, I can feel a tinge of sadness for the time gone by, and of course, the reminder that my grandfather passed away this year too. As I remember the good things, I pray I can learn from and forget the bad things. It's been a trying year, but the next year would be no different. Everybody makes New year resolutions, and for the next year, I wish that I will turn 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SIAN LA. 20 liao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113597118350125929?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113597118350125929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113597118350125929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113597118350125929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113597118350125929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/12/long-year-end-post.html' title='A Long Year End Post.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113571209445385603</id><published>2005-12-28T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T02:38:16.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season To Be Jolly!</title><content type='html'>I wanted to post something for the past weeks, but then Blogger din allow me to put up photos. So din feel like blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But basket, now can post liao, plus it's X'mas. BUAY TAHAN. Must post liao. Firstly, before I talk about my Christmas experiences, let's read this first: &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2005/12/tolerance.php"&gt;http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2005/12/tolerance.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/archives/2005/12/merry_christmas.php"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basket. Spoilt-market-Christians.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay look now. I am not ashamed to be a Christian. But in this circumstance, I am ashamed of the way some of us behave. Come on. If you are a Christian, love your neighbour man. You don't have to force our ways down other peoples' throat. If you don't respect others, how the heck do you want people to believe in what you believe? And fellow Christians, if you see negative comments about us, why do you have to retaliate? Rather, why retaliate in a way that shows badly of your own character?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If somebody slaps you on your left cheek, offer your right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is how thing should work. If we don't act in love, Jesus ain't gonna be proud of us mate. People like Xiaxue get so pissed off with us because of this minority that behaves like that. If you did not behave the way you do, heck who knows she would have done online evangelism for us!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh there was this Christian I met the other day, who was such a gentleman! I wished my brother asked me to join him in his friend's church the other day!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*back to reality* THAT COULD HAVE BEEN. But thanks to some people, fat hope.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay now, to a joyous occasion, let there be jovial matters!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3301.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOOD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wa lao. This year the food at Tash's house super rock man. Auntie Elsie decided to take a rest (every year she cooks turkey and other Christmas dishes) and ordered food from Siam Kitchen. She did the same when it was Tash's 19th birthday, and the soft shell crab still haven't failed me! BLOODY GOOD LA!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah Bang (or maybe Ah Dek) looking for more soft shell crab under the Christmas tree.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had lotsa food and booze! And if you don't know what Tash's house is (in)famous for, here it is:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wah... Clarence damn handsome sial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No it's not Clarence. Its what's behind Clarence. And no those are not cooking oils and medicine bottles. It's BOOOOOOOOOOOOZE. And to make things more fun Tash and me got &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; too:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/IMG_7755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5-litres of pure Green Heineken pleasure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The mini keg you are looking at is really cool stuff. It contains 5-litres of beer and is sold at the price of about $56. Approximately $11 per litre, which is darn cheap. It stays fresh (carbonated) for 30 days after you open it. Unfortunately, it does not have the internal cooling system thingy, so you have to chill it for up to 10 hours before you can drink it. But heck, it's still cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Live' entertainment. Feels like Wala Wala already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then came the most anticipated moment of all: OPENING THE PRESENTS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wah so many, I want!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This year's present are all so big. Auntie Elsie got her Guess watch, I got my Fossil, Irrdy got an X-Box, Minnie a toaster oven, Tash got a Sony T5 and Jasmine got a Creative Neeon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jasmine: That's Tash's T5, but be jealous of my Neeon ba! (Don't show her your iPod please)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Everybody was so happy, especially me! B'cos I got a present from &lt;em&gt;somebody&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;HAHAHA! I don't want to tell you leh! *nanninannipoopoo*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hui Min also wishing for a present from her Prince Charming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What made the day even better was that my favourite colleagues from Pan Pacific Singapore came to 'grace' the occasion!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yasrid and me and Yuriko-san in the background!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Miss them so much man! I really hope I can meet up with all of them real soon again! Maybe I should go back to work. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marc: HUH? You still wanna work ah? *strums the guitar*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We ate and drank and played crazy games to make people drink! We played this dumb game called 007 BANG! Fagan and Janice got so high haha it was kinda funny to see them with red faces, being sleepy and all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't Bang me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We stayed up the whole night (morning) and they played my stupid HTM skit video on DVD. Basket make me sia suay only. But still darn hilarious considering it was the umpteenth time I was watching it. And as morning came, we became more &lt;s&gt;hyperactive&lt;/s&gt; crazy and started doing some ah-lian stunts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The "Ten" series.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We actually took ten photos that ah-lians and probably ah-bengs use in those sticker photo machines. Darn crap. Brain damage due to overdose of alcohol and nervous malnourishment from lack of sleep. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This Christmas was real great, but nothing could have been so if not for the best people that were around:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt; t&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;h&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;a&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; T&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here's to the next Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEERS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113571209445385603?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113571209445385603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113571209445385603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113571209445385603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113571209445385603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='Tis The Season To Be Jolly!'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113455633520949036</id><published>2005-12-14T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:51:20.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grouper + Friendster</title><content type='html'>Frienster is getting more and more irritating and complicated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL THIS CAME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha the grouper software is kinda cool whereby friends can all share vids and photos and blog (they call it glog, which means group blog) on the shared files. really interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested in it, join my Grouper community at: &lt;a href="http://grouper.com//GroupProfiles/?id=198310"&gt;http://grouper.com//GroupProfiles/?id=198310&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fun shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is an example of what you can get in my group!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 style="margin-top: 10px;padding: 15px 5px 10px  5px;background: lightsteelblue; border:2px lightslategray solid;width: 370px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;td valign=top align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://grouper.com/GlobalMedia/Preview.ashx?id=117176" type="application/x-mplayer2" width="320" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td valign=top align=center width=100%&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://grouper.com/GlobalMedia/MediaDetails.aspx?id=117176"&gt;Details&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://grouper.com/GlobalMedia/search.aspx?s=6&amp;q=117176"&gt;Related&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://grouper.com/GlobalMedia/Most_Viewed"&gt;Popular&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://grouper.com/GlobalMedia/search.aspx?s=0&amp;q=220376"&gt;More From kai-mmunism&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113455633520949036?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113455633520949036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113455633520949036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113455633520949036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113455633520949036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/12/grouper-friendster.html' title='Grouper + Friendster'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113449736924499852</id><published>2005-12-14T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T02:09:29.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Musicians Out There</title><content type='html'>Hey all of you who are musicians or getting a musical equipment for a fren this season! Okay I noe this is past Christmas (you'll see why) but hey it's good to share ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OIE! Siao eh? What you toking about, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here's the thing: Swee Lee is having a MEGA sale this year end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this link out: &lt;a href="http://soft.com.sg/2006/modules.php?name=Forums&amp;file=viewtopic&amp;amp;t=10794&amp;start=0"&gt;http://soft.com.sg/2006/modules.php?name=Forums&amp;amp;file=viewtopic&amp;t=10794&amp;amp;start=0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HUH simi sai? 29th to 30th, "getting a musical equipment for a fren this season"? SAI AH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANNAH. That's why I said "past Christmas (you'll see why)". And and and! SOMEBODY's birthday is coming on the 15th January next year! And that SOMEBODY plays a bass! And and and that SOMEBODY would really love to have a bass fuzz pedal! GOOD CHANCE TO GET THAT FOR THAT SOMEBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, before that SOMEBODY's birthday, somebody else is having hers first! That is none other than our beloved LEONG HUI MIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's get her something nice like an American Eagle cap shall we? Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113449736924499852?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113449736924499852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113449736924499852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113449736924499852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113449736924499852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-musicians-out-there.html' title='All Musicians Out There'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113431688673041974</id><published>2005-12-11T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T00:04:01.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiaxue Blogger of the Year</title><content type='html'>despite so many haters and anti-xiaxue ppl, i find xiaxue extremely attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok before you go *vomit*, listen to my explanation on why i find her so amazing and alluring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine, she is vulgar for a girl but isn't that a a perception of the society? does it mean that guys can swear and girls are supposed to be demure and all? even while saying so, i must say that i dun advocate swearing (it dussen speak well of yourself, whether male or female).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the thing about xiaxue, or rather &lt;strong&gt;Wendy Cheng &lt;/strong&gt;is that she is a fighter. (no la she dun fist fight and all) as in she has her own perspective of life, and she holds on to her own principles dearly, even if it means that that will result in disagreements and violent objections from the public. the world is so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, most of us are guilty of this: conformity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say u like teddy bears. society says teddy bears are sissy. hence, because of that, u start to force urself to hate teddy bears and like something more socially acceptable. dun deny it. u like fat men/women?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, xiaxue is the kind that says "HECK I DUN CARE IF U THINK TEDDIES ARE SISSY! I LOVE TEDDIES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many people, or rather, how many GIRLS in particular are like that? most girls (no offense ah, i said MOST) just go soft and give in when people object against their ideals. saying so, not many people have this kind of courage, to continue thinkin the way you do even when you know that people dun like ur thought patterns (wah chim even for myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaxue is strong, but still, there is the girl in her. so strong, so stubborn, yet we can still identify the &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in her. okay not that we dun noe that her favourite colour is pink, but rather we can see her fears and concerns when people fire her with hate mails and negative comments. no she does not shrug it off and say they dun bother her. HEY CUMMON LAH IF ITS U U OSO SURE TO BE BOTHERED RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;examples like when her email and blog got hacked; hate mails when she said she dun think that the disabled toilets are only for the handicapped; and the "KL not nice one" blog post. while people shoot her with negativity, she dun act power and say "aiya go and die la, you dun bother me at all".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is one of the "real-est" person i ever known. she tells her readers how angry, how sad and how fearful she is. she tells us honestly of how proud she is of her blog's success. instead of cheering her on for her honesty, people jeer and say she 'hao lian'. come on la, she is just a girl who shit, eat sleep and pee like you. jus that she is different from u in the sense that she has her own opinions (and dun change it because u say u dun like it) and is more honest about her own feelings means she not human la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is also &lt;em&gt;homo-sapien&lt;/em&gt; like you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i admire her alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i would love you peeps to vote for her for the best Asian Blogger award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click here: &lt;a href="http://weblogawards.org/2005/12/best_asian_blog.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://xiaxue.sg/votexiaxue.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and support this chio bu. and all you anti-sheep-ers dun flood my chatterbox and say i bad because i think she is chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I GOT MY OWN OPINION. =D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113431688673041974?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113431688673041974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113431688673041974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113431688673041974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113431688673041974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/12/xiaxue-blogger-of-year.html' title='Xiaxue Blogger of the Year'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113340921065173059</id><published>2005-12-01T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:58:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sovereign Hotel</title><content type='html'>yawn, this morning i awoke to an sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beep Beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt around for my phone and got this message from my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey kai, i will continue asking my friend's brother about the internship. an open ticket will cost about 1.6k. hope you saved up for the ticket. the hotel is &lt;a href="http://www.thesovereignhotel.co.ns"&gt;www.thesovereignhotel.co.ns&lt;/a&gt;. pls pray."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WOKE UP STR8 AWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i checked out the webby and guess what i saw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/ph_front.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Sovereign Hotel, Quality Accomodation at Realistic Prices!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha okay it's not as glam as any 5-star hotel but good enough for me. PLUS it is in Christchurch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then i carried on looking at the facilities and the rooms look pretty small and cosy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/roomm1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Won't you love to stay in this kind of hotels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway i was really excited cos i clicked on the "pictures" part of the webpage and saw these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/hagleypark.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flowersssssssssssss at Hagley Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/cathedral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cathedral Square!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/CCC12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;City Centre with the Historic Tram Route!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay for those that dun understand why the heck i'd get so excited is because months ago, when i was still doing my internship, my aunt said that her friend have bought a hotel as he migrated to New Zealand. and she tried to ask her friend (ok her friend's brother in fact) whether i could go over to do an internship (or the sort la). it was a chance for me to further beautify my already beautiful resume (better than most people at my age k?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so this: &lt;a href="http://www.thesovereignhotel.co.nz"&gt;www.thesovereignhotel.co.nz&lt;/a&gt; is the hotel that i will or may be joining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay you ask me why i said "MAY". well its very well because of NS. darn NS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am still liable for NS but i am still trying to pray and hope that within the few months between my graduation and BMT, i would be able (or rather MinDef will allow) to go for this month long internship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what ever it is, lets pray, hope for the best and this is the reception area anyways! *&lt;em&gt;crossesfingers*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/receptionm3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quite sad looking but hey! The hotel's got a chinese and indian restaurant, as well as a bar! And nice environments! Right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113340921065173059?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113340921065173059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113340921065173059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113340921065173059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113340921065173059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/12/sovereign-hotel.html' title='Sovereign Hotel'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113329042516979098</id><published>2005-11-30T02:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T02:53:45.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IFT Babe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/1600/KIF_3207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4940/406/320/KIF_3207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really times like this when i wish i can marry a girl from hong kong (ok she's macanese but wat the heck, they all speak cantonese like free).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun u agree with me sus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113329042516979098?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113329042516979098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113329042516979098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113329042516979098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113329042516979098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/11/ift-babe.html' title='IFT Babe'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113307003597777083</id><published>2005-11-27T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T13:40:35.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>macau and hong kong</title><content type='html'>macau and hongkong was damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although macau had nothing much but gambling, their way of life surprises me. a roman catholic can enter a taoist temple and pray to their god, and taoists can come into churches and pray to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tour guide said:"if this god can't do it, the other can." and that's their philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway, the structures there are really nice and pretty. the tour guide was a really enthusiastic and nice guy too. it was also the first time entering a casino for myself cos even though i went to genting before, i wasn't interested in entering the casinos. the casino was an eye opener. now i believe that loan sharks and hookers and other vices come with casinos. u see tempers flaring when the people are losing and pimps approaching everyone that walks by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope singapore would stay as 'clean' as it is now when the IR starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hk on the other hand is really nice. i love the street with its authentic wan ton stalls and 'chou dou fu' push carts. the neon bill boards and endless shoopping time. can u imagine 11pm and shops are still open? and 2 am in the morning the street still filled with beautiful people? haha i love hong kong. the girls are just so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught a movie in hk called "SPL". actors include samuel(the fat hongkie thats darn good with kung fu? jackie chan's fellow disciple if i rmb), donny yan and ren da hua the man. the fight scenes are really good even though its really gory and bloody. a show worth the money paying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway movie in hk is really expensive! 60 hk dollars for a show. equivalent to 15 sing dollars! can u imagine? no wonder piracy is rampant there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and toking about piracy, there are hardly any decent dvd shops arnd. the shops tt sell dvds and vcds have porn VIRTUALLY ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE! u turn to ur left its porn, right also porn. in front porn. back oso porn. surrounded by porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they got the most innovative porn titles: WOMB RAIDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tok about movie spoofs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113307003597777083?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113307003597777083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113307003597777083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113307003597777083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113307003597777083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/11/macau-and-hong-kong.html' title='macau and hong kong'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113207010526054204</id><published>2005-11-15T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:58:52.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Small Print</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Small Print&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take, take all you need&lt;br /&gt;And I`ll compensate your greed&lt;br /&gt;with broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;Sell, I`ll sell your memories, for 15 pounds per year&lt;br /&gt;But just the good days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, it'll make you insane&lt;br /&gt;And it's bending the truth&lt;br /&gt;You're to blame&lt;br /&gt;For all the life that you'll lose and&lt;br /&gt;You watch this space&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going all the way&lt;br /&gt;And be my slave to the grave&lt;br /&gt;I'm a priest god never paid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope, I hope you've seen the light&lt;br /&gt;Coz no one really cares&lt;br /&gt;They're just pretending&lt;br /&gt;Sell, I`ll sell your memories, for 15 pounds per year&lt;br /&gt;But you can keep the bad days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say, it'll make you insane&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bending the truth you're to blame&lt;br /&gt;For all the life that you'll lose and&lt;br /&gt;You watch this space&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going all the way&lt;br /&gt;And be my slave to the grave&lt;br /&gt;I'm the priest god never paid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=================================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song written by a genius. and the inspiration of the song is all the more a genius. based on this literature piece:&lt;a href="http://www.awerty.com/faust.html"&gt;http://www.awerty.com/faust.html&lt;/a&gt; , Christians or non-Christians alike may wan to look at this piece of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its about this scholar who was not content with life and wat it has to offer. therefore, the Devil came during his weakness and offered an unholy pact. the man gave in and was tempted even more by power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally when the man was about to die and his soul to be forfeited to the Devil, he realised the essence of life and gained joy for the first time in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many of us always complain about how the world is so unfair and never has enough to offer. it is during these times that we fall to temptations, jus to find out whether that can satisfy our needs and grant us true happiness. then we soon realise as we experiment with more things, we have lost touch with the real meaning in life and sold our souls to things that are deemed worldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed wat is the truth of life and are wat we doing now a reflection of wat we wan to achieve in this lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about wat u are doing with your life now and ask yourself this serious question,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where would u end up in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; time for us to live our lives to the fullest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113207010526054204?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113207010526054204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113207010526054204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113207010526054204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113207010526054204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/11/small-print.html' title='The Small Print'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113186971456469428</id><published>2005-11-13T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T17:40:11.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hysteria</title><content type='html'>ytdy was a great saturday. yes i skipped church i did. boy feel abit bad la but very long nv hang out with my sec sch mates liao. sorta like a mini gathering, to sentosa. to think we used to go to sentosa so much before we started poly life. now its like we seldom go and this time it was still as great as ever. got my long-desired tan but ended up quite chao ta i think. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid jie and peng nv come if not even better. but stilll love u guys though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sentosa we went for a pool game and had supper and all at geylang. spent 17 hours out, to imagine i have worked 16 hours at pan pac in one day before. time passes real fast compared to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta hang out more often! i hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is starting OFFICIALLY this week. lots of proj. gg to see ppl all arnd going whiny liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay starting to learn "hysteria" by muse. funnnnnnnnnnnnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope there's no hysteria tmr onwards... sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*update* this is as funny as a blog can get. got me luffing like siao: &lt;a href="http://www.kennysia.com/"&gt;http://www.kennysia.com/&lt;/a&gt; i feel like kickiin him in the ass and leave my shoe in there. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113186971456469428?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113186971456469428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113186971456469428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113186971456469428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113186971456469428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/11/hysteria.html' title='hysteria'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113168557126516655</id><published>2005-11-11T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T13:07:47.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music phase</title><content type='html'>i think i have phases on music man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was how i jumped from one band to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Return To Fall (local band)&lt;br /&gt;2. Surreal (local also)&lt;br /&gt;3. Serenaide (local again)&lt;br /&gt;4. Funeral For A Friend&lt;br /&gt;5. Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;6. Papa Roach&lt;br /&gt;7. My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;8. Hawthorne Heights&lt;br /&gt;9. Greenday&lt;br /&gt;10. Electrico (local band, duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, *drumroll* I am into MUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn they are good. loves the bassist's basslines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some recommendations: "Time Is Running Out", "Hyper Music", "Sunburn", "Sing For Absolution", "Plug In Baby", "Hysteria".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe u wun find some of them nice, but cummon! listen to it from a bassist's point of view! its really good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how u notice i am quite into local bands. BOY THEY ARE GOOD SO SUPPORT LOCAL BANDS PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE A MAN! DO THE RIGHT THING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113168557126516655?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113168557126516655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113168557126516655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113168557126516655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113168557126516655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-phase.html' title='music phase'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-113154459942209441</id><published>2005-11-09T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T21:56:39.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Students To Macau</title><content type='html'>ok this post is not about my life and reflection, at last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all students that have opted for the Macau trip kindly go to URL &lt;a href="http://www.tp-macau.blogspot.com"&gt;www.tp-macau.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; for the latest information regarding the trip. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-113154459942209441?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/113154459942209441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=113154459942209441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113154459942209441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/113154459942209441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/11/students-to-macau.html' title='Students To Macau'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-112947997950198351</id><published>2005-10-17T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T00:34:59.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alice in wonderland, you?</title><content type='html'>the recent saturday in church i was enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastor asked a simple yet really strong question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the popular children's fairy tale by Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland, Alice was at a fork of a pathway. Alice did not know which fork to choose and the Cat asked her "where do you want to go?" Alice replied that she did not know where to go. the Cat said:"if you do not know where to go, why does the choice of which fork matter?""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed it got me asking myself, "do i know where i want to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i do not know, then why do i even have to plan wat to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has its ironies. even in childish cartoons such as Alice in Wonderland, we find questions that can make us ponder so hard. is life really that simple? are we looking deeper into our lives to understand where we want to go before we choose the left or right of the fork?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit that many a time i think i know where i want to go, but in fact i do not know. i do not want to have doubts in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to &lt;strong&gt;believe&lt;/strong&gt; is to be in 'one mind' to accept a fact or an idea put before you. to &lt;strong&gt;disbelieve&lt;/strong&gt; is to be in 'one mind' to reject and turn away something. to be in &lt;strong&gt;doubt&lt;/strong&gt; is to waver between belief and disbelief and to be in 'two minds', not knowing which to choose."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not want to be Alice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-112947997950198351?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/112947997950198351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=112947997950198351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/112947997950198351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/112947997950198351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/10/alice-in-wonderland-you.html' title='alice in wonderland, you?'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-112801532071029405</id><published>2005-09-30T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T01:35:20.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good time spent</title><content type='html'>today's off day was well spent indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we attended some teambuilding activity and it was relli inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wat was more inspiring was me attending my annual ritual of sining allong to big German dudes at paulaner during Oktoberfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed its the best place in Singapore to have fun and be urself without ppl saying tat u are mad. singing, drinking and burping is all in a day's drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had this heart to heart talk with a fellow colleague such that i recalled how much i learnt from that short period of time with her. it is only when you look behind u and see all that had happened that u realise that, hey brother, this is wat u have done and what have u learnt out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is only one reason why i can never forget certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is because i finallyunderstood how she felt at that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only by feeling wat the other half feels can u finally understand wat an ass u have been. its not that it took me so long to discover. i discovered it quite some time before, and admitted it long ago. but its only tonight that i discovered what difference it could have been if i had been more tolerant and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like i am looking back and regretting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret nonetheless, but i do not look back. all i know now is that the next one that comes will be all i ever need. if that day ever comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank you for all u taught me and i will never forget the time we had together. it contained the most painful memories no doubt, but its the sweet and happy times that leave a deep impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-112801532071029405?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/112801532071029405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=112801532071029405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/112801532071029405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/112801532071029405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/09/good-time-spent.html' title='good time spent'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-112770434177443545</id><published>2005-09-26T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T12:24:50.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edu Trip</title><content type='html'>Ytdy was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all went back to school to discuss about the educational trip to either bali, macau or dubai. and most of us really wanted to go to dubai! but it was really expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money was really a major factor in affecting all of our decisions. my girls decided to go to dubai, while the rest of the band and friend wanted to go to bali. i chose to go bali cos i really needed to save up for my new zealand trip and i dun wanna spend any more on any thing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verdict?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad too. i have fagan, marc, leigh, cat, and jane going to bali with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can look forward to the nightlife, all the eating AND the shopping (right jane? i gonna buy up all their slippers and sandals!) we all gonna have together! i bet the girls gonna wear their sarong and walk all over the place. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after the edu briefing and the classroom session, marc, fagan clare and myself met up to jam. it wasn't very good though, but i guess we all had fun hanging out and hearing how we all sound together. the best part was after jamming, we all went to fagan's place to watch "Drumline" and play Worms 4 Mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE GAME WAS TOTALLY CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet vince would love the game to nuts! i gonna buy it man. we played it all the way till 2am and we were all so reluctant to leave. we luffed our ass off that one man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always nice to jus hang out with ur closest frens and do dumb things once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets do dumb things in bali.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-112770434177443545?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/112770434177443545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=112770434177443545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/112770434177443545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/112770434177443545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/09/edu-trip.html' title='Edu Trip'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-112615712828531285</id><published>2005-09-08T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T11:46:36.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Zealand</title><content type='html'>attachment is killing me. if you guys dun noe, i am currently in front office of pan pacific singapore doing attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love the people in the hotel, but i hate the work. i love my work in the lounge, but front office is really not my cup of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like the brief interaction with guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like the steps and procedures to check in or out a guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like the standing there doing nothing when nobody checks in or out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i haven tried concierge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i may like it somehow. but heck, as long a sthe people are fun to be with, i dun mind staying there for a longer period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heya, the main objective of this blogpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i MAY be going to new zealand after i graduate for a few months, jus before army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, my aunt's fren owns a chain in singapore selling cottage pies, and he sold his business to imigrate to new zealand. and with the money from his sold business, he purchased a small hotel in new zealand. i think its in christchurch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no matter, my aunt asked her fren, and he dun mind me going over to help out. ITS SO EXCITING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new zealand is like the place that is one of the "retiring" destinations in my mind. and i hope that this experience will help me mature and grow even more. the only problem is that the airfare would be paid by myself. so i gotta save now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read minnie's blog abt the trip, and i have to miss either one. i guess i would have to pass that bali trip. its too dear and it would just eat into my funds for the new zealand trip. i guess its sorta like a sacrifice, a this or that kinda decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, one day when we are older, and earning more money on our own, then we can go for a euro tour! just the three of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*update* i din noe the trip to bali, macau or dubai is compulsory. man i need more money!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-112615712828531285?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/112615712828531285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=112615712828531285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/112615712828531285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/112615712828531285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-zealand.html' title='New Zealand'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-112516124485665709</id><published>2005-08-28T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T00:47:24.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mer ask me to update one</title><content type='html'>nice day today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-112516124485665709?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/112516124485665709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=112516124485665709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/112516124485665709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/112516124485665709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/08/mer-ask-me-to-update-one.html' title='mer ask me to update one'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-112247089227986757</id><published>2005-07-27T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:28:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>its been a long time since i blogged, and peeps i am real sorry cos i am so freaking busy with work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently work was harder than expected, but learning was also more dne expected. i did lotsa stuff. probably more den a trainee should do. i did the regular service and bartending duties during worktime, and also managed the hotel's beverage store. den in my own free time i helped my boss to conduct competitive market analysis and did a report for him. upcoming would be a presentation and what not. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am super tired but happy working there. anyways, baybeats hppened recently and it rocked! totally. for those that missed it, too bad. one year later~! i am so surprised that singapore had alot of talents and outstanding bands. if anyone is interested in their music jus msn me i can send u some mp3s. superb~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about which, my band kept last saturday free and we jammed our asses off! its been so long since we jammed, and i am really happy that we still had that chemistry beween us~ yes we are no pros, we dun do power scalings; we dun do alot of solos and other technically difficult stuff, but our rhytmn remained consistent and we coordinated really well, even when we haven't jammed for a long time. we jus came together and did our thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been so long since i blogged and i think i forgot how to tok cock. but perhaps i haven't had much crap around me these days and MY I MISS SCHOOL!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAA~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you peeps in school soon! or out?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-112247089227986757?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/112247089227986757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=112247089227986757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/112247089227986757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/112247089227986757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/07/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-111817167575121182</id><published>2005-06-08T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T03:14:35.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry dudes</title><content type='html'>sorry peeps for not updating frequently now. real busy working now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also sorry for the abusive language on my tagboard i seriously have no idea who tt kiddo is. i'll try as much as possible to delete watever undesirable language on it. and whoever that have been flooding the tag, as i said in the reply tag, identify urself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll see wat i can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-111817167575121182?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/111817167575121182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=111817167575121182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/111817167575121182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/111817167575121182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/06/sorry-dudes.html' title='sorry dudes'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-111632353998075355</id><published>2005-05-17T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T17:52:19.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suay</title><content type='html'>work is fun, but i super suay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first day early in the morning ask me go wipe table liao. super sad. den the only things they ask me do is clear pantry and trolley. den ytdy worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do stewarding for a smooching 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be retribution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because in Saffron my schedule never kena before stewarding, whether in service or culi. count my danging balls of luck man. den today, POWER sial. go in wash plates, den PIPE BURST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i have to mop up the stinking suspension of mayonaise, water and dirt. ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, i still like the job because, NUMBER ONE, my team leader called lydia is friggin chio. LOOKS LIKE PRISCILLA CHAN. rox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER TWO, cos i love the managers there, they are friendlier than even the staff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER THREE, the guests are super cute and friendly. super nice to tok to, esp the ang mohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER FOUR and MOST IMPORTANT OF ALL! they let me do bartending! HAHA. alot of fun man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay must OT everyday from tomorrow onwards. dead meat. my legs are gonna break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ppl pls tahan me from now onwards on my blog. i will use super lousy english and i will keep whining. cos me is super tired cannot think properly and me need to release some stress here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either here, OR paulaner's beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-111632353998075355?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/111632353998075355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=111632353998075355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/111632353998075355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/111632353998075355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/05/suay.html' title='suay'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-111573632871807152</id><published>2005-05-10T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T22:48:04.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles!</title><content type='html'>pan pac rox~ lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay ytdy was a day of miracles, which made pan pac a really great place, and my God a really great God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on sunday, one day before work, i was so engrossed with church performance that i din do any preparation for work the next day. apparently the next morning i awoke panicking quite abit. but me being me, i din give much thought about my missing hygiene cert, passport sized photos and my bank account book (which was in my bro's drawer and i din bother to check there. diao.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a relli bad start for the first workday, and on my way to work i prayed and asked for understanding people to handle my 'checking-in' of the workforce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i met rong ki at pan pacific and he rox! haha. basically a funny guy that 'anything-goes'~ so one problem down. the whole orientation thingy was really great? like we are just trainees and stuff? but they got us a meeting room with chairs that costs like 1k plus to sit on, freeflow of coffee or tea throughout and like give us breaks that have finger food served. really great. i feel like a VIP or something there. and they gave really assuring thoughts as they value education above many things. so they take us SERIOUSLY. totally. like they even hired this woman from a education background to train people in pan pacific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den remember i forgot a couple of things? hygiene cert apparently we have to ALL take the test anyway so i din need much of that. my mother found my account book for me and lastly, the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's miracle number two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and tash weree supposed to meet nixon at esplanade's library for some research on the upcoming culinary competition. den nix was late as he took the wrong bus and after that we had to meet min cos i miss her jus too much~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den by the time i was on my way home it was like 9:30pm. ALL photoshops should be closed so i was praying to God for something to happen. BUT on the bus, i saw this open photoshop and got off one stop later and ran to the shop. guess wad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY WERE STILL OPEN BUT THEIR POLAROID WAS SPOILT. i was like WA LAO. den i asked them if any shop arnd was still open and they said no. thinkin that they usually dun help competitors out being singaporeans, i still went to look for the shop. it WAS REALLY closed. time? 9:20. more reason for shops to be closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i sadly took the bus towards home and prayed for a miracle. i was contemplating on giving up and going home straight. but something in me prompted me to walk the distance to riverval mall instead of gg home. so i walked. DEN I SAW THE PHOTOSHOP'S LIGHT ON FROM A DISTANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like THANK YOU DADDY GOD, but den, i soon realised that the lights was only the display lights. the shop was really closed. u can imagine how crushed i was. i din wanna not bring my stuff to work tmr, like i wanna show myself to be responsible for wat i said. i promised to pass them the photos on tues, and i HAD to take my photos on that day for that to happen~ i was totally crushed. utterly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was on the verge of giving up, guess wad? the other shop along the stretch was still OPEN! and THE POLAROID IS WORKING! HAHA! i was like SO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so indeed, God answers prayers if u take the first step to believe in Him, which was my step to get off the bus to walk the distance to the mall instead of gg home. oh ya, the time when i took the photo? 9:40~ HAHA. IT SHOULD BE CLOSED U KNOW? the ENTIRE mall closes at 10pm. and having worked that area before the shops always close before 9:30 and the photoshops close abefore 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. so he answered two prayers on that day. hHe gave me perfect employers and gave me my photos~ WOOT. he tests u thru situations that grant disappointment, like my case of spoilt polaroid in an open shop. den he lifts u up totally when you are about to give up by the wierdest of miracles! it was truly an inspiring day and He proved to me once again, my faith in Him was the best decision i ever made in my life, and more importantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HE IS &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;love Him loads, and call me gay if u wan. weeeeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND YEA, there's this really pretty girl called dorothy at work, she's a full timer but she's dropdead gorgeous. my type totally. ask tasha. and guess wad? SHE'S CHRISTIAN TOO. i love gg to the PIE office~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ *melts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-111573632871807152?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/111573632871807152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=111573632871807152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/111573632871807152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/111573632871807152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/05/miracles.html' title='Miracles!'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-111530565330735923</id><published>2005-05-05T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T23:07:33.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my baby and...</title><content type='html'>yea i miss my baby minnie and i know i got alot more ppl to miss after next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wilmer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vincent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vickyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pastor jimmy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wai chong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wei liang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarence, both big and small although i am missing the big one alrdy, its been so long since he went to shanghai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most importantly, i gonna miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LIFE AH WORK. lucky got tash same as me. HOPE SAME SHIFTTTTTTTTTTTT EVERYDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-111530565330735923?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/111530565330735923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=111530565330735923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/111530565330735923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/111530565330735923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-miss-my-baby-and.html' title='i miss my baby and...'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-111468735906894559</id><published>2005-04-28T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:26:32.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed feelings.</title><content type='html'>attachment's gonna start and i have mixed feelings abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on one side, i gonna have more mooney to spend and gain more experience in F&amp;B, on the other hand i am so gonna miss my frens. for example, minnie started work liao, and i miss her alot. now its oways me and tash, and it feels wierd to not hear her orgasmistic luffter (yea she kinda sounds like she's doing tt thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when me and tash start work we'll be in the same hotel, but hopefully we'll have the same offdays or we'll be in the same dept. and when work starts i noe i am gonna miss my buddies like vincent and wilmer. it'll be so hard to meet for half a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and not forgetting my own family and churchmates. i really hope they'll allow my offdays to be on sats cos if its so, i can still go church. even if it means tt i'll have no offdays but a halfday off on sat, i am willing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, attachment's an emotional thing man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncertainty uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have mixed feelings abt this, jus like chup chai png.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-111468735906894559?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/111468735906894559/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-111390138589168437</id><published>2005-04-19T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:03:05.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday night party.</title><content type='html'>saturday was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay if you people din know wat happened, it was our beloved natasha's bday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;synopsis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui min and me decided to plan for a surprise party for our girl one day before her bday together with auntie elsie(tasha's mum). so in order to make the thing more impactful, everybody was supposed to act like they forgot abt her bday and din care abt it. we told alot of people abt the party and asked them to come (sadly many couldn't make it, if they did, it could have been a bigger ting, but ah.. but still alot came).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the funny part, throughout the few weeks before the big day, tash was like telling auntie elsie why come minnie alll like so not enthu. on her bday, min told her she gg temple with daddy, cynthia told her she's gg malaysia, irddy never ask her go out, i was so quiet abt everything like i forgot all abt her bday and best of all, auntie elsie told her she had to cancel the champagne brunch as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no.1 she was broke&lt;br /&gt;no.2 no khaki to drink with, save up so she can ask me and minnie along to pei tash&lt;br /&gt;no.3 er... not a reason to cancel la, but jus say she'd order a bday cake at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den, to make things worse, auntie elsie said she was NOT cookin on that day and they were to order PIZZA HUT and KFC delivery to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. she was so disappointed my goodness u shld have seen how depressed she gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Plan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the day of the party, minnie ask tash to go out and stuff. and in order to get her back in time for the party, minnie made the excuse that she wanted to go home to watch singapore fashion festival on TV (cos she took part in it as the usher and model dresser). so when they were out, i went over to set up the stuff with auntie, irddy and cynthia. den the rest streamed in in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TASHA'S FACE WAS LIKE "WTH". HAHAHA! imagine gg home t expect nobody but ur mummy, grandma and probable a box of KFC, but instead see a group of ten near twenty people standing in there, popping party poppers and shouting happy birthday to u. that moment rocked my sox. totally. literally. HAHA. my dear fren was so surprised she said she trembled. haha dun we jus all love her. auntie elsie ordered the food from Siam Kitchen and it rocked. especially the soft shell crabs with chilli mayo. heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the party, which i know is her best since years ago, so many ppl she missed came. her primary sch frens, family benefactor(one heck of a tall dude) and long-time-no-see church frens. and best of all, babe and me were in there to share it with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yes i know this blog post is one a few days late, but hey i wished u happy bday and had a part in the making of the party man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words of blessing in your favourite colour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;May God Bless You and May Many More Birthdays Come, Each Happier, More Surprising, More Emotional, More Meaningful and Closer to Your Heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*smooch* &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Bestie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; you big time even if you give birth to a &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt; child. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-111390138589168437?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/111390138589168437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=111390138589168437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/111390138589168437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/111390138589168437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/04/saturday-night-party.html' title='saturday night party.'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-111350035604890257</id><published>2005-04-15T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T01:39:16.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we are going to the zoo zoo zoo, how bout you you you?</title><content type='html'>went to the zoo with my lovely girls today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rox. quite. cos its been like 7-8 years since zoo i tink. i lost count. and today i learnt quite abit. i tink they wouldn't have known it cos i was playing monkey all along. touched the animals and all, and there's this goat that keeps licking me. and heck its saliva is like gel. as in HAIR GEL. real thick and cool. er. i mean gross. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was real tired since i din have enuf slp these few days. i could have sworn i can be inside the enclosures and let the tourists feed me (the panda bear). or watch me sleep. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw our dearest dory fish and DAO KIA SIAL. NEVER SAY HI DEN SAY BYE LIAO. KAO. pui. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went tash place to eat and relax. AND SHIT FORGOT OUR BEER. oh yea. the rose we bought the other day sux. i forgot the brand but the grapes are white shiraz. DUN BUY EM. u are practically drinking sweet red wine. grotesque. ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den after dinner me and babe went over to cheng san CC to see kelly dolly teach karate. like OMGness. total cuteness. like imagine man, an ang moh girl karate teacher. not a student but a teacher. shueue ying you still rox my sox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after sending our dearest lady back and here i am gg to bed. CDS TMR MORNING. SIAN. NEW ATTRACTION IN SG. PANDA ENCLOSURE IN TEMASEK POLY. PLEASE COME TO THE VACATION CDS CLASS FOR PSYCHOLOGY OF CREATIVTY VT1 TO SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heck i am so tired i cant even be bothered to break the sentence down into simpler and mroe organised sentences. ARGH! how many a word "sentence" must i use in a sentence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM GG TO BED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-111350035604890257?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/111350035604890257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=111350035604890257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/111350035604890257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/111350035604890257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/2005/04/we-are-going-to-zoo-zoo-zoo-how-bout.html' title='we are going to the zoo zoo zoo, how bout you you you?'/><author><name>roxette5eed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11391682685306939087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-111332857532989950</id><published>2005-04-13T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T01:56:15.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kazumi san</title><content type='html'>whole day out in the morning to do some shopping~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at last got the things i wan for my guitar. thx to kazumi san for pei-ing me on this trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHWOAR~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-111332857532989950?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-111297933897792677</id><published>2005-04-09T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T00:55:38.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>performance nite</title><content type='html'>jus came back from the TPSU D'n'D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant say i performed well cos i screwed up a few times and could have done so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had no problem during soundcheck. actually played perfectly during soundcheck. but when the thing started, i tink i panicked abit. so kinda forgot the sequence and stuff. also mainly i got sweaty palms and it onli got worse when on stage AND in aircon. slipped a few times and lung gah. sieh sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but overall i am glad that our band is getting better each performance and our stage presence is improving. in terms of individual skills i tink we are average, but yet, our coordination and consistency is excellent. i would like to thank the whole band for taking time off the past few days and puttin in so much effort. lets jam more often before SIP starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes due to eileen's request, she got a nice ass to put ur head on! haha, anyone tt have a chance please try sleeping on her ass. it r0x0r.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-111297933897792677?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dumbcube.blogspot.com/feeds/111297933897792677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6977673&amp;postID=111297933897792677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6977673/posts/default/111297933897792677'/><link rel='self' 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close all the time too. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my blogskin got some prob... hmmm... anybody wanna help me figure out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit*&lt;br /&gt;something i found somewhere, meaningful not onli to me, but also to those around me who misunderstands what being a Christian is. we are not perfect, just forgiven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, I am a Christian&lt;br /&gt;I'm not shouting, I am saved&lt;br /&gt;I'm whispering, I was lost&lt;br /&gt;That is why I chose His way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, I am a Christian&lt;br /&gt;I don't speak of this with pride&lt;br /&gt;I'm confessing that I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Needing God to be my guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, I am a Christian&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be strong&lt;br /&gt;I'm professing that I'm weak&lt;br /&gt;And pray for strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, I am a Christian&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bragging of success&lt;br /&gt;I'm admitting I have failed&lt;br /&gt;And cannot ever pay the debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, I am a Christian&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know it all&lt;br /&gt;I submit to my confusion&lt;br /&gt;Asking humbly to be taught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, I am a Christian&lt;br /&gt;I'm not claiming to be perfect&lt;br /&gt;My flaws are too visible&lt;br /&gt;But God believes I'm worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, I am a Christian&lt;br /&gt;I still feel the sting of pain&lt;br /&gt;I have my share of heartaches&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I seek His name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say, I am a Christian&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish to judge&lt;br /&gt;I have no authority&lt;br /&gt;I only know I'm loved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-111288190711304906?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-111254313960882815</id><published>2005-04-03T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T23:45:39.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>i will be MIA from tmr till saturday most prolly. so no art, no blogs. hai. its gonna be hell for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DEVIANTARTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. no photos for me to play arnd with anyway since my bro brought it to taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so might as well la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;focus on friday's performance. weeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6977673-111254313960882815?l=dumbcube.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6977673.post-111236345405519772</id><published>2005-04-01T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T21:50:54.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools.</title><content type='html'>ok yes, i thought i wldn't get it cos i was at home whole day. apparently, the gerls din bother and still got me fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets not tok abt how stupid i can be to be fooled by tash and min last year, considering that, i was dumb the whole day cos i was in school being played arnd. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok den this year, they played with me thru msn. heck. and sms. damn technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i even believe that minnie is in a cab with the uncle not bringing her home via the common route and driving her to somewhere ulu. blah. i realli salute them for coming up with sucha joke. man am i dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good is no good no good is good. i shall be an evil man. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never believeeeeeeeeeee themmmmmmmmmmmmmm. 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