<?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-12893129</id><updated>2011-09-30T17:57:58.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Partying My Life Away!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>353</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-1737076518392224980</id><published>2011-01-01T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:56:59.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginning</title><content type='html'>I've &lt;a href="http://austang.wordpress.com"&gt;Moved&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-1737076518392224980?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/1737076518392224980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=1737076518392224980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1737076518392224980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1737076518392224980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-beginning.html' title='New Beginning'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-7167175128153449583</id><published>2010-02-24T23:57:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T00:17:05.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are The World, Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Are The World&lt;/span&gt;. Sung in hope for Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, this song always manages to touch my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;When we head a certain call&lt;br /&gt;When the world must come together as one&lt;br /&gt;There are people dying&lt;br /&gt;And it's time to lend a hand to life&lt;br /&gt;The greatest gift of all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't go on&lt;br /&gt;Pretneding day by day&lt;br /&gt;That someone, somewhere will soon make a change&lt;br /&gt;We are all a part of&lt;br /&gt;God's great big family&lt;br /&gt;And the truth, you know love is all we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We are the world&lt;br /&gt;We are the children&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;So let's start giving&lt;br /&gt;There's a choice we're making&lt;br /&gt;We're saving our own lives&lt;br /&gt;It's true we'll make a better day&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send them your heart&lt;br /&gt;So they'll know that someone cares&lt;br /&gt;And their lives will be stronger and free&lt;br /&gt;As God has shown us by turning stone to bread&lt;br /&gt;So we all must lend a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We are the world&lt;br /&gt;We are the children&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;So let's start giving&lt;br /&gt;There's a choice we're making&lt;br /&gt;We're saving our own lives&lt;br /&gt;It's true we'll make a better day&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're down and out&lt;br /&gt;There seems no hope at all&lt;br /&gt;But if you just believe&lt;br /&gt;There's no way we can fall&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well, well, let us realize&lt;br /&gt;That a change will only come&lt;br /&gt;When we stand together as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We are the world&lt;br /&gt;We are the children&lt;br /&gt;We are the ones who make a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;So let's start giving&lt;br /&gt;There's a choice we're making&lt;br /&gt;We're saving our own lives&lt;br /&gt;It's true we'll make a better day&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-7167175128153449583?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/7167175128153449583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=7167175128153449583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7167175128153449583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7167175128153449583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-are-world-haiti.html' title='We Are The World, Haiti'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-2782063735566511259</id><published>2010-02-13T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:14:19.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY Tiger!</title><content type='html'>And so, Chinese New Year is here again. The festive season to enjoy your bahkwas, love letters, pineapple tarts, mandarin oranges and whatever else fits inside your mouth. And as usual, I am blessed with the privilege of enjoying something a little extra which most people dont get to in their lives. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Insults about my looks and weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You heard that right! It is that time of the year again! So come on down and make fun of your friendly relative Austin! Going at just some calories an insult, each one is bound to touch his heart in ways you can never imagine! Dont be afraid to throw everything you have at me! I cannot imagine that there is possibly any more insults which I havent come across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to both grandma's house today. And already, plenty of words thrown around about my size. I have a grandma i cant understand half the time, and today, there was this bittersweet moment where I could understand exactly what she was saying. Felt pretty good to be able to communicate at such a level. But then  again, I understood her because she pointed at me and showed me this face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Austin/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3038/2437327139_87ab71dd31.jpg?v=0" id="imgb" height="396" width="499" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever imagine your grandma do that? DONT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. And it isnt even the first day of new year yet. I think the avalanche of jokes and insults will be arriving as expected tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh. No wonder I never had any particular liking for Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, for those of you who do, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;. And of course, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year's Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-2782063735566511259?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/2782063735566511259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=2782063735566511259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/2782063735566511259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/2782063735566511259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny-tiger.html' title='CNY Tiger!'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-887812518812267118</id><published>2010-02-12T00:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T02:47:49.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Oh My</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;", I said.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;", a strange voice greeted me. [It just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to be 3 times. &lt;a href="http://wiki.d-addicts.com/Hi_My_Sweetheart"&gt;Hi My Sweetheart&lt;/a&gt; is proving to be an addiction that is going to be difficult to overcome.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, thats my voice, and those are echoes. Hahaha. Theres nobody here! If you are reading this, by any chance, you're either a pretty damn good friend or a pretty damn persistent stalker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cobwebs hanging around all over the place bares proof of my heartless abandonment of this once-sacred escape. This day last year, I wouldnt have, even in my wildest dreams, imagined such an extreme state of detachment from this personal space for such a prolonged period of time. I used to visit abandoned blogs and, shocked by their barren state, tell myself that  there was no chance in Oompa Loompa Land this was gonna happen to mine. But alas, "what will come, will come." Well in this case, given the circumstances, you could say, "What has come, has come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, a solid 148 days. Thats how long its been since I last blogged. Hell,  I even doubted my spelling of "Hello" while typing that first word of this long-overdue post. Trust me when I say I actually googled it to make sure I spelt it right. Thats how long I havent been excercising my literary abilities, let alone hold a pen, save for yesterday when I was decorating Alicia's bacteria-filled stapler which gave me sore-eyes. And also of course the travel forms required by customs during my trips overseas to Taiwan and Vietnam, but more on that in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its now officially 12 am on 12 of February 2010. Which also quite officially means I have exactly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;59 Days, 10 Hours and 45 Minutes&lt;/span&gt; till I am off to serve the country. Hopefully I have more luck with guns than I did with books. Sighs. I started feeling the dwindling of the time I have left since some of the guys went in last week. Living life knowing that the "end" is near is no joke. No offense intended, but you literaly feel like you have fucking genital cancer and that your days are numbered. Friends who fall into the before-mentioned cancer-patient category, Im sure you realise how sacred life is, and how precious the time you have with friends, family and loved ones is. Well, it doesnt take cancer to realise that. Enlisting for National Service tends to have the same effect on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, please allow me to digress. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW&lt;/span&gt; some people are already in Tekong, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW&lt;/span&gt; some people are going in even earlier than I am. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW&lt;/span&gt;, okay? And I plead temporary ignorance. So please, just grant me the luxury of wallowing in self-pity and drowning in exaggerated misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to my original point. As enlistment day draws ever nearer, there seems to be this ticking and tocking of the clock ringing inside your ears that just feels like its getting ever louder. Thinking about the time you have left just makes you really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; sad. Its a kind of sadness that neither endorphin-releasing chocolates nor Gelare waffles with raspberry ice cream can make any better. Trust me, I tried. But on the other hand. Choosing not to think about it brings about this doubt that you're never going to be making productive use of whatever time you have left. So you're stuck in this in-between lala land which is somewhat like being made to choose between a certain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DM T&lt;/span&gt; or a certain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CT C&lt;/span&gt;, if you get my drift. Dang. Listening to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtPm5GiJ_iM"&gt;Joe Hisaishi's Ashitaka Sekki from Mononoke&lt;/a&gt; while churning out this post is making me sob like a 5 year-old girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, of course Im kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of enlistment talk for today. I shall reserve that tolerant heart of yours for my national service rambling on another day of pre-army blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for the bus just now, I noticed a phenomenon that never really caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure everyone is familiar with the the bus interchange culture which exists as a result of Singaporeans' unwillingness to stand in queue for their buses. Be it laziness or convenience in the cases when commuters have more than one choice of bus, more often than not, many are hanging around the queues of their buses but seldom in them. Yet for some reason, they honourably obey a certain hierachy of boarding priority by patiently allowing those countrymen who bothered to get in line to board the bus first. That, I knew existed. [On a side note, how "Stand-arounds" are able to patiently wait for "Queuers" to board yet push and tussle with each other for a chance to board first, I do not know. But its sure as balls makes for a good laugh.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I never realised was that this boarding hierachy consisted of more than 2 parties. Other than the "Queuers" and "Stand-arounds", there exists this third unknown entity which I will now call the "Queuers-who-queue-in-the-wrong-queue". These people are the ones who have the tendency to exercise illogical behaviour. While they realise that they have more than one bus option, they still delibrately opt to stand in line for one of the buses available to them, all for the chance of priority boarding on at least one of the buses they are able to board. Of course there are those who genuinely enter the wrong queue, but they are the minority as far as Im concerned. And if you are one of them, stop cursing me with black magic and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUT DOWN THAT VOODOO DOLL&lt;/span&gt;. I have no issue with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I was saying, those belonging to "Queuers-who-queue-in-the-wrong-queue" often resort to the art of extensive body-contact and toe-trampling to get out of line when their other bus arrives first. What surprises me more is how the "Stand-arounds" are so willing to accept their baseless assertions over a higher boarding priority, just because they bothered to stand in a queue, albeit a wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Singaporean mindset never ceases to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a Singaporean, even though I havent the slightest idea why this is happening..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just follow lorr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-887812518812267118?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/887812518812267118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=887812518812267118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/887812518812267118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/887812518812267118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='My Oh My'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-7331094230315631998</id><published>2009-09-16T11:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T12:48:51.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus Go!</title><content type='html'>Well, I'd actually wanted to blog about some random stuff quite a few times before this, but Blogger was always down. So, TOO BAD. Haha. If I remember them after A Levels, I'll be sure to put it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Prelims begin tomorrow. And I thought that since Im gonna be going on a long hiatus [The dry run of 22 days before this and the last post was more of a dry runish, rehearselish hiatus.], I might as well leave with something meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered seeing this awhile back, but couldnt remember from where. So heres one I made myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SrBssNgfPuI/AAAAAAAAAWc/djVasY3pULg/s1600-h/Change+Something.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SrBssNgfPuI/AAAAAAAAAWc/djVasY3pULg/s400/Change+Something.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381921061503712994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Its not really meaningful in absolute terms, but definitely more meaningful than the usual random rubbish. As they say in computing, Rubbish In Rubbish Out, or otherwise known as RIRO. Okay, I didnt know what that was for. Hmm. Reminds me of Rio Ferdinand. Hmm. Which Reminds me of United. Hmm. Which reminds me that they played Beskitas in the Champions League group stages yesterday. Hmm. Which reminds me that I didnt watch that match yesterday. Hmm. Which reminds me that its the first United match I've missed in a long LONG time. Hmm. Which reminds me that the reason why I didnt watch is because I dont have Singtel Mio Tv. Hmm. Which makes me sad. Hmm. Which also makes me happy, because I think I made the right choice economically and academically not to subscribe to Singtel's Mio Tv. Hmm. Which reminds me of making the right choices. Hmm. Which then reminds me that just 10 cm away from my typing fingers right now are my GP notes waiting to be compiled. Hmm. Which then reminds me that I really should go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NIL SINE LABORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-7331094230315631998?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/7331094230315631998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=7331094230315631998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7331094230315631998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7331094230315631998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/09/hiatus-go.html' title='Hiatus Go!'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SrBssNgfPuI/AAAAAAAAAWc/djVasY3pULg/s72-c/Change+Something.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-635365900413359706</id><published>2009-08-24T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:24:10.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its here.</title><content type='html'>Many things I could blog about, but motivation, or lack there of, is a problem. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, who said that the world isnt as funny as it used to be? Even Darth Vadar has a sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5blbv4WFriM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5blbv4WFriM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8gQozw40Mso&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8gQozw40Mso&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3eZBevXohCI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3eZBevXohCI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just need to drop all these false pretenses and let ourselves go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A person without a sense of humor is like a wagon without springs. It's jolted by every pebble on the road."  -  Henry Ward Beecher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-635365900413359706?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/635365900413359706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=635365900413359706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/635365900413359706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/635365900413359706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/08/many-things-i-could-blog-about-but.html' title='Its here.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-8666830503883584498</id><published>2009-08-13T19:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:30:16.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto-Tune</title><content type='html'>Came across this shocking video awhile back, telling a story of a world in music where pitch-correction technology is apparently prevalent. Youtube doesnt allow it to be embeded, so you're gonna have to go the link below to watch it. Blogger is screwed up, I cant hyperlink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6bCdZmSE7M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to know whats more shocking than that? THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7z06NISh-NY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7z06NISh-NY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain."  -  Bob Marley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-8666830503883584498?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/8666830503883584498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=8666830503883584498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8666830503883584498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8666830503883584498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/08/auto-tune.html' title='Auto-Tune'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-513697062643547599</id><published>2009-07-27T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:36:59.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berbs</title><content type='html'>Im done with Question 3! I think. Hmm. Thats what i thought too the first time I finished Question 3, but apparently I did almost everything wrongly. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still think Berbatov is a class act, no matter what you all say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEFqpXwgdHs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DEFqpXwgdHs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5AFp8AXeo4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K5AFp8AXeo4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always turn to the sports pages first, which records people's accomplishments. The front page has nothing but man's failures."  -  Earl Warren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-513697062643547599?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/513697062643547599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=513697062643547599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/513697062643547599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/513697062643547599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/07/berbs.html' title='Berbs'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-527325528384028645</id><published>2009-07-26T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:57:42.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First ever helpdesk!</title><content type='html'>Well, more or less done with Question 3. Now comes the part I hate most, memorising. Gahh. Oh well, 6 hours left for around 2 questions. Hope all goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, another interesting video today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first ever call to helpdesk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pQHX-SjgQvQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pQHX-SjgQvQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. "  -  Lao Tzu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-527325528384028645?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/527325528384028645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=527325528384028645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/527325528384028645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/527325528384028645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-ever-helpdesk.html' title='First ever helpdesk!'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-8699171697500468211</id><published>2009-07-25T11:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:12:19.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eel meat is, orgasmic!</title><content type='html'>Question 3, question 3. Oh, how I've underestimated you. No matter, you're gonna get you ass kicked, when I have time later to go plan my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strehgy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from now on, food  that is absolutely delightful and dangerously sinful shall be referred to as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SINLIGHTFUL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the first thing that Im going to put right up there as sinlightful would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eel meat&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ORGASMIC&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;For disappearing acts, it's hard to beat what happens to the eight hours supposedly left after eight of sleep and eight of work.&lt;/span&gt; "  -  Doug Larson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-8699171697500468211?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/8699171697500468211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=8699171697500468211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8699171697500468211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8699171697500468211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/07/eel-meat-is-orgasmic.html' title='Eel meat is, orgasmic!'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-8935851728012009784</id><published>2009-07-23T16:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:54:14.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache Siol</title><content type='html'>I've been having a splitting headache everyday now, since the Part B started this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. Must be all the lack of sleep, and sleeping at obscene times. This really, really describes how I would feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vN83DfmH9Tw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vN83DfmH9Tw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;Computers make it easier to do a lot of things, but most of the things they make it easier to do don't need to be done.&lt;/span&gt; "  -  Andy Rooney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-8935851728012009784?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/8935851728012009784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=8935851728012009784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8935851728012009784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8935851728012009784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/07/headache-siol.html' title='Headache Siol'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-4367463733279348540</id><published>2009-07-19T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:23:21.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad.</title><content type='html'>Have I not tried hard enough to make her happy? Do I not care for her enough? Does she not trust me enough to confide in me? Why does she still treat me like Im a stranger? What have I done wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Im just a failure to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe this is just God's way of telling me that I dont deserve her. I can never truly make her happy. She says "I love you.", but I can only imagine how much of it she meant. I love her, but my heart tells me it no longer goes both ways. Im tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey jude, dont make it bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a sad song and make it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember to let her into your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you can start to make it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey jude, dont be afraid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were made to go out and get her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The minute you let her under your skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you begin to make it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And anytime you feel the pain, hey jude, refrain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dont carry the world upon your shoulders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For well you know that its a fool who plays it cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;By making his world a little colder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey jude, dont let me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You have found her, now go and get her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember to let her into your heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then you can start to make it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So let it out and let it in, hey jude, begin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Youre waiting for someone to perform with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And dont you know that its just you, hey jude, youll do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The movement you need is on your shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey jude, dont make it bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a sad song and make it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember to let her under your skin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then youll begin to make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better better better better better better, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this crucial coursework period, all I can do is pretend that nothings wrong. I cant let this affect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The times we were happy together are worth the times I cry alone."  -  Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-4367463733279348540?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/4367463733279348540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=4367463733279348540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4367463733279348540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4367463733279348540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/07/sad.html' title='Sad.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-8908486118368284598</id><published>2009-07-18T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:30:05.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend</title><content type='html'>Met up with Qi Xuan, Shiling and Yu Xian today at Dhoby Ghaut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to play pool initially. Changed our minds and went to Minds Cafe, but ended up doing neither and had dinner at Billy Bombers at Cathay. Luo Wei joined us where the statement which best described our silly conversation was "But if you drink water, you have to pee! " -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luo Wei left, while we went on to watch 20th Century Boys II, and GOODNESS, such a long movie! And confusing, might I add! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im tired&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SmHqGxxJ1PI/AAAAAAAAAWU/m6_nfbsPQo8/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SmHqGxxJ1PI/AAAAAAAAAWU/m6_nfbsPQo8/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359822433707218162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.&lt;/span&gt; "  -  C. S. Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-8908486118368284598?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/8908486118368284598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=8908486118368284598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8908486118368284598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8908486118368284598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/07/friend.html' title='Friend'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SmHqGxxJ1PI/AAAAAAAAAWU/m6_nfbsPQo8/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-5150182954944355817</id><published>2009-07-17T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:02:53.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toshinobu Komatsu</title><content type='html'>Have been wanting to share this since coming acorss it a few months back, but totally forgot until just now. So, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ekB9OY_Ihi0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ekB9OY_Ihi0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Toshinobu Komatsu, a street performer from Osaka, Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's seriously fucking awesome, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;Education is learning what you didn't even know you didn't know.&lt;/span&gt;"  -  Daniel J Boorstin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-5150182954944355817?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/5150182954944355817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=5150182954944355817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/5150182954944355817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/5150182954944355817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/07/toshinobu-komatsu.html' title='Toshinobu Komatsu'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-4313781463128623414</id><published>2009-07-16T16:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:00:34.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up, work hard.</title><content type='html'>When even brackets have the ability to decide your future, you know you have to be nothing but perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good enough. As of now, I really am simply not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H2 Computing 2009 GCE A Level Course Work Part A has ended today. It has a 25% weightage for the entire Course Work, and 6.25% weightage for the entire A Level Computing paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the 1st in 3 parts of the coursework, all I can say is, I am nowhere near the standard where I want to be. While people were aiming for perfect scores for coursework, I couldnt even have my program run, albeit due to silly mistakes which I could have avoided. As a result, I had to forfeit the chance to perfect my solution and to strengthen my answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont get me wrong, there was nothing wrong with the program I had prepared. In fact, I should think they were more than adequate. Afterall, all the sleepless nights and sleeping at 4 in the morning should have meant something. What I hadnt realise was, there are just some things which I couldnt have prepared for. Programming skills, and in expert system terms, heuristics. Heuristics are built upon through experience, as programming skills are through practice. I can prepare all I want on the nights before an exam, but they can never prepare me for mistakes which occur due to lack of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a wicked deja-vu kind of way, it is upper secondary years all over again. Never the diligent class of students, our class of 4B would do disappointingly badly time and time again, even though we felt we had given it 100% on the night before the exam. And what Mdm Tazneen, our then form teacher said, suddenly came back to me. "You may feel you have given it your all, and that this shouldnt be the kind of results you should be getting. What you do not realise is that preparations for examinations are not meant to take place in a night. They are long and taxing processes which require effort and sustained durations of discipline and focus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to be working hard, I have to, in order to replace the marks I've lost in this Part A. Wake up, work hard. Im still really pissed with myself. So many things running through my mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can feel it, Im coming round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="body"&gt;Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than any other.&lt;/span&gt; "  -  Abraham Lincoln&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-4313781463128623414?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/4313781463128623414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=4313781463128623414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4313781463128623414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4313781463128623414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/07/wake-up-work-hard.html' title='Wake up, work hard.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-6787656537419767955</id><published>2009-07-10T19:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:48:40.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected Kid</title><content type='html'>LOL. Maybe if everyone behaved like this when they are rejected, the world would be a funnier place to live in. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oidohrB-f6o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oidohrB-f6o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. There seems to be something about the number 5 that is making it come up in my Common Tests marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't see others as doing better than you. Beat your own records daily because success is a fight between you and yourself."  -  Mohammad Monis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-6787656537419767955?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/6787656537419767955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=6787656537419767955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6787656537419767955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6787656537419767955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/07/rejected-kid.html' title='Rejected Kid'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-2305824995436913781</id><published>2009-07-07T19:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:03:58.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has all but begun.</title><content type='html'>Well, after having sat through the recent Common Tests, my poor showing has all but emphasized the need for me to start putting in hard work. But no matter, for just like I had planned, now is the time for me to officially start serious business. Im going to be receiving shit results these coming weeks, and I know that. Its only just for the shit effort I've put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know well enough that at this point in time, I have no chance whatsoever in my battle against the big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I am but a puny little fucked up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; at the moment. But fret not, to all who are reading this. This small little harmless &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; is going to put in the required amount of effort and more so that he can kick the shit out of big &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good Day 1, finished up most of the filing, and did some studying. I swear, this is going to continue, and Im not going to give up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;149&lt;/span&gt; days till heavenly freedom, but until then, its hell and me baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, Im not sure when or whether or not I will release it at all, but I hereby official initiate Operation Distinction™.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, in conjunction with the launch of Operation Distinction™, the motivational quotes section of this blog shall be duly revived with effect today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to shine like a sun, first you have to burn like it."  -  Unknown Author&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-2305824995436913781?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/2305824995436913781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=2305824995436913781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/2305824995436913781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/2305824995436913781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-has-all-but-begun.html' title='It has all but begun.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-1990844984727479864</id><published>2009-07-06T19:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:34:02.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wushu Hub</title><content type='html'>Omg. Stumbled upon &lt;a href="http://thewushuhub.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wushu Hub&lt;/a&gt; and found this old wushu video of a performance at the Singapore Indoor Stadium back when I was still part of batch of 99, or 九九年 as we our batch affectionately referred to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60cc3118bf9ab058" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60cc3118bf9ab058%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085593%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52BD521995AF8A140CA2DB3EA437E4652FC4E13D.3F3ADDC96412162F9BC79D2FB85305FF05B47DB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60cc3118bf9ab058%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwO-CUII_6GdzY_ZogFj9uF8Xkw0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60cc3118bf9ab058%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331085593%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52BD521995AF8A140CA2DB3EA437E4652FC4E13D.3F3ADDC96412162F9BC79D2FB85305FF05B47DB4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60cc3118bf9ab058%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwO-CUII_6GdzY_ZogFj9uF8Xkw0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant remember which one I was, or who else was where for that matter. 8 years is a long time. Haha. But I do know the botak kid doing the solo somewhere in there was my brother when he was 8. Lol. Star of the show, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I quite miss those days. Glad to see 教练 and most of the gang of seniors like 助教 are still around the Wushu scene living their dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. I'll return to that life, one day. I'll pick up wushu again, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sexual Confusion: Researchers from the University of British Columbia nursing school reported in December that lesbian and bisexual high school girls are seven times more likely to get pregnant than other girls. A leading hypothesis is that those girls may try to disguise their sexual identity by uninhibited heterosexual behavior."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-1990844984727479864?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=60cc3118bf9ab058&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/1990844984727479864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=1990844984727479864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1990844984727479864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1990844984727479864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/07/wushu-hub.html' title='Wushu Hub'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-924340697110102702</id><published>2009-06-29T12:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:01:10.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss at la Playa</title><content type='html'>Can you believe that these photographs are of the same 20 year old model, ? Making her look 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 and 60 years old like its child's play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs photoshop when you can manipulate lighting and make up like this? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img253.imageshack.us/img253/9940/vogueparisnovember20080nx4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/4751/vogueparisnovember20080xa4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/9821/vogueparisnovember20080qh0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/4219/vogueparisnovember20080rl6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img511.imageshack.us/img511/1300/vogueparisnovember20080hd4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/4351/vogueparisnovember20080rt6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image Hosted by ImageShack.us" src="http://img440.imageshack.us/img440/6858/vogueparisnovember20080hi3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://missatlaplaya.blogspot.com/2008/11/magic-of-make-up-photography-and-good.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, in case you were wondering, Econs was crap. Hoping for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the Kings Creek area north of Lenoir, N.C., according to sheriff's deputies, two feuding families created a ruckus in May after a dog killed a neighbor's cat. When the cat's owner found out, he shot the dog dead. When the dog's owner found out, he shot the cat's owner and the man's young daughter. Deputies were called, and when they arrived, the dog's owner shot both of them, but one got off a return shot, fatally wounding the dog's owner (and completing the chain!)."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-924340697110102702?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/924340697110102702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=924340697110102702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/924340697110102702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/924340697110102702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-at-la-playa.html' title='Miss at la Playa'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-3472546954786044665</id><published>2009-06-25T17:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:27:36.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2cYWfq--Nw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K2cYWfq--Nw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On a hot July 2005 day in Stamford, Conn., firefighters not only had to break a car window but overcome the car's owner, who couldn't bear to see her Audi A4 damaged. The 23-month-old son of Susan Guita Silverstein, 42, had been accidentally locked inside, along with the key, for at least 20 minutes on a sweltering, 88-degree day. Silverstein (who was later charged with reckless endangerment) begged firefighters to wait so she could go home and retrieve her spare key, to save her window. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-3472546954786044665?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/3472546954786044665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=3472546954786044665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3472546954786044665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3472546954786044665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/06/austin.html' title='Austin!'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-8958067141973897512</id><published>2009-06-13T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:10:23.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo-ed.</title><content type='html'>What is the meaning of my life?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I exist?&lt;br /&gt;What am I worth to the world?&lt;br /&gt;Do I have really have any friends?&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone been there for me when I really needed them?&lt;br /&gt;What does my future hold for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions, and a whole lot more, have been running through my mind the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say Im getting all emo again, but think all you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has no meaning, and Ive been ignoring this fact for the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me. Tell me, what my existance means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-8958067141973897512?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/8958067141973897512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=8958067141973897512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8958067141973897512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8958067141973897512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/06/emo-ed.html' title='Emo-ed.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-3522346418125566808</id><published>2009-06-11T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:33:38.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Ronny!</title><content type='html'>Finally, something blog-worthy. Cristiano Ronaldo is finally on his way out of United. All season long, I knew it was only a matter of time Ronaldo would leave. And as the season came to a close, to be honest, I felt it'd be better if he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stretford End Season Ticket holder &lt;strong&gt;Paul Davies&lt;/strong&gt; gives his personal reaction to the news of Ronaldo's impending departure...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So it looks like Ronaldo is getting his dream move to Madrid and Sir Alex will have a transfer kitty available to reshape his team. Personally, I think that’s no bad thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never one of those disgruntled Reds who booed him when he returned to action last season, but, if I’m honest, I could never muster the same enthusiasm for the “Viva Ronaldo” chants as I’d done previously. Nor could many others. The sentiment being that anyone who isn’t totally committed to the Red cause can leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of United fans will be disappointed today, as no supporter likes to see their best player leave. But plenty of others – especially those in the hardcore that follow the team home and away – will not be quite so sad at his impending departure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many, Ronaldo’s courting of Real last summer took the shine off what should have been a summer of celebration. We’d won a third European Cup and a 17th title, yet all we heard about was the Portuguese trying to manufacture a move away from Old Trafford. It felt disrespectful and showed a real lack of commitment to United, and for some supporters these things are forgiven but certainly not forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He eventually stayed on for the 2008/09 season but could not repeat his form of the previous campaign – it would have been an incredible feat if he had – which reassures me that Manchester United are a quality side and not only about one man. Ronaldo wasn’t poor last term, but he had far less impact than in the two previous campaigns and yet the Reds still scooped three trophies. It’s not a bad base from which to rebuild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="newsStory"&gt;&lt;p&gt; Keane left that we’d never be able to find a man of his stature to replace him. In the end we didn’t need to, instead Sir Alex spread the load and contribution of Keano across several players – including bringing in our now midfield lynchpin Michael Carrick. The same is called for again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as being confident that Sir Alex will strengthen and cover for the loss of the world player of the year – although, surely that’s now Messi, or soon will be – I’m also delighted that we’ll be spared another summer of Ronaldo speculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie says the United bus is always moving on and waits for no one. So thanks for all your efforts, Ronny, but now to the future. Ding ding. Tickets, please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div id="divDisclaimer"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The views expressed in this blog are personal to the author and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of Manchester United FC.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This post on the official Manchester United website, which can be found &lt;a href="http://www.manutd.com/default.sps?pagegid=%7B83A644F4-1A7E-48B9-AF95-4605613A9A18%7D&amp;amp;newsid=6634300&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, perfectly expresses my thoughts. To the word, scarily, might I add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronaldo leaving, ironic as it might seem, is going to be good for United. Trust me, its time for change. But this change is going to make United the invincible team dreamt by all true Devil fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, Ronny. Go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A 27-year-old woman in Lexington Park, Md., was injured in March during apparently consensual sex play. Her partner placed a "sex toy" over a saber saw blade, apparently to act as a souped-up vibrator, but the blade cut through the toy and caused serious lacerations, requiring her to be med-evac'ed to Prince George's Hospital Center."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-3522346418125566808?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/3522346418125566808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=3522346418125566808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3522346418125566808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3522346418125566808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/06/bye-ronny.html' title='Bye Ronny!'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-504178977787287549</id><published>2009-06-01T22:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:54:02.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless machine</title><content type='html'>The world's most pointless machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,00,0" height="369" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.vladtv.com/embed/7925/?file=worlds-most-pointless-machine&amp;amp;image=7925&amp;amp;watermark=1&amp;amp;mediaKeywords=News&amp;amp;mediaTitle=Worlds Most Pointless Machine"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.vladtv.com/embed/7925/?file=worlds-most-pointless-machine&amp;amp;image=7925&amp;amp;watermark=1&amp;amp;mediaKeywords=News&amp;amp;mediaTitle=Worlds%20Most%20Pointless%20Machine" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" menu="false" allowscriptaccess="all" allownetworking="all" height="369" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a recent journal article, researchers from the University of Whitwatersrand (South Africa) and the University of Sydney (Australia) reported that young male Augrabies lizards avoid older predatory males by, basically, cross-dressing (pretending to be female by suppressing their extravagant male coloration until they are fully developed and able to defend themselves). Thus, they avoid being attacked and, at the same time, increase their own freedom to hit on females. (They must still be careful, say the researchers, because the older males might whiff their male scent, which cannot be suppressed.)."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-504178977787287549?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/504178977787287549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=504178977787287549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/504178977787287549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/504178977787287549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/06/pointless-machine.html' title='Pointless machine'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-7513964541022191213</id><published>2009-05-21T20:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:52:50.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky's left</title><content type='html'>Im so SAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's was the last day my puppies spent together. Blue has just left. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never really blogged about them before, so today's picture post shall be dedicated to the 5 dogs in my house. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVphvmvqlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Ot58W2nD_3w/s1600-h/26012009100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVphvmvqlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Ot58W2nD_3w/s400/26012009100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338288961753164370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVluicZOaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Md7VLYjMIi4/s1600-h/26032009143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVluicZOaI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Md7VLYjMIi4/s400/26032009143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338284783511878050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVlucFt59I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/pVfK6edukIw/s1600-h/PIC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVlucFt59I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/pVfK6edukIw/s400/PIC_0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338284781806151634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVluHbtxsI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cuR3cr9NfUc/s1600-h/PIC_0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVluHbtxsI/AAAAAAAAAUI/cuR3cr9NfUc/s400/PIC_0282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338284776261273282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVltw1-uLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BmwAPSb6Siw/s1600-h/PIC_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVltw1-uLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BmwAPSb6Siw/s400/PIC_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338284770197420210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVltmHVxqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Ry_9GiTnMfs/s1600-h/PIC_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVltmHVxqI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Ry_9GiTnMfs/s400/PIC_0321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338284767317444258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVijnvNLsI/AAAAAAAAATw/cuvXHEl29Y4/s1600-h/PIC_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVijnvNLsI/AAAAAAAAATw/cuvXHEl29Y4/s400/PIC_0321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338281297419513538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVijQpF6jI/AAAAAAAAATo/3EnUXcZzKIg/s1600-h/PIC_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVijQpF6jI/AAAAAAAAATo/3EnUXcZzKIg/s400/PIC_0334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338281291219855922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVijHnwuqI/AAAAAAAAATg/5hOc9b7OFrA/s1600-h/PIC_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVijHnwuqI/AAAAAAAAATg/5hOc9b7OFrA/s400/PIC_0381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338281288798354082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVijB9HI2I/AAAAAAAAATY/hSUlgyg6n_M/s1600-h/PIC_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVijB9HI2I/AAAAAAAAATY/hSUlgyg6n_M/s400/PIC_0335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338281287277290338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVii3csP0I/AAAAAAAAATQ/q8swAdWmd8A/s1600-h/PIC_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVii3csP0I/AAAAAAAAATQ/q8swAdWmd8A/s400/PIC_0394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338281284456955714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;East St. Louis, Ill., policeman Kristopher Weston apprehended a murder suspect about 20 minutes after the crime in April, which was such a nice piece of police work that the mayor called Weston before the city council to commend him. Five minutes after Weston left the room, the council got down to regular business, the first order of which was to approve a list of police and firefighter layoffs due to budget shortfalls, and on the list because of low seniority was Officer Kristopher Weston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-7513964541022191213?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/7513964541022191213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=7513964541022191213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7513964541022191213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7513964541022191213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/05/skys-left.html' title='Sky&apos;s left'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ShVphvmvqlI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Ot58W2nD_3w/s72-c/26012009100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-8327463671417825829</id><published>2009-05-10T09:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:30:08.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robot Dance, Denmark</title><content type='html'>Wow.I havent blogged for almost a month. Not bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anyway, not sure if you've seen The Robot Dancers, the winner of Denmark's Talent 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're a hell of a class act, I tell you. Here's their winning act in the Finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAjz8uGhYfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yAjz8uGhYfg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, some other videos of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBQ9k4aecfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yBQ9k4aecfk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1U86B8ImAo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s1U86B8ImAo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Italian researchers revealed in March that at least one method of increasing penis size actually works (but that it would take a highly motivated man to take advantage of it). Writing in the British Journal of Urology, a team from the University of Turin had volunteers attach weights of from 1.3 to 2.6 pounds for six hours a day for a six-month period and found that their flaccid-state lengths increased by an average of almost 1 inch."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-8327463671417825829?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/8327463671417825829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=8327463671417825829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8327463671417825829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8327463671417825829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/05/robot-dance-denmark.html' title='Robot Dance, Denmark'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-1208587616007691595</id><published>2009-04-19T15:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:59:04.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Suffrage?</title><content type='html'>The Women's Suffrage Movement. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is all, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vq6b9bMBXpg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vq6b9bMBXpg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In March, because of budget cuts, the Municipal Court in Mount Gilead, Ohio, ordered its clerk to accept no new filings of any kind (including criminal cases) unless the filer brings his own paper for printing the legally required copies to be distributed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-1208587616007691595?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/1208587616007691595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=1208587616007691595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1208587616007691595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1208587616007691595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/04/womens-suffrage.html' title='Women&apos;s Suffrage?'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-4289567914083773212</id><published>2009-03-31T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:36:56.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DiaS'pura</title><content type='html'>Got these of Mr Brown's blog. Wahh. Proud to be Singaporean man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: You may need to turn captions on via the Youtube Menu at the bottom right hand corner of the embedded video, by clicking on the "CC" button, to see the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiaS'pura 2, Sing, City! 2 musical, Sekali I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SZJ9LUxhHAY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SZJ9LUxhHAY&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiaS'pura 2, Sing, City! 2 musical, Instant noodles song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TpbECls8nM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TpbECls8nM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His posts can be found &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/2009/03/-philadelphia-2009-day-3-diaspura-2-sing-city-2-musical-sekali-i.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mrbrown.com/blog/2009/03/philadelphia-2009-day-3-diaspura-2-sing-city-2-musical-instant-noodles-song.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In February, Britain's Southwark Crown Court ordered so-called "countess" Eida Beguinua to give back the equivalent of $1.2 million to investors who had believed her story that she could recover treasures in the Philippines but needed money for expenses. Despite the setback, she told the judge that she was sticking with her story and begged him for more time to look for the "22 caves," protected by "10,000" guards, containing tons of jewelry and gold worth "300 followed by 41 zeros" (presumably in British pounds)."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-4289567914083773212?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/4289567914083773212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=4289567914083773212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4289567914083773212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4289567914083773212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/03/diaspura.html' title='DiaS&apos;pura'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-9064816254724585802</id><published>2009-03-27T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:27:06.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Loser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.acepolls.com/votes" method="post"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); padding: 10px 0pt; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); width: 250px;"&gt;&lt;input name="vote[poll_id]" value="862561" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(250, 107, 62); text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Austin is..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="margin: 0pt; list-style-type: none; padding-left: 10px;"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;input name="vote[choice_id]" id="5003163" value="5003163" type="radio"&gt;&lt;label for="5003163" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a loser.&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;input name="vote[choice_id]" id="5003164" value="5003164" type="radio"&gt;&lt;label for="5003164" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not a loser.&lt;/label&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input value="Vote!" type="submit"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.acepolls.com/polls/862561-austin-is/results"&gt;View Results&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.acepolls.com/create"&gt;Create a Blog Poll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The least you can do is to be honest. I have the right to know. I need to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-9064816254724585802?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/9064816254724585802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=9064816254724585802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/9064816254724585802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/9064816254724585802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-loser.html' title='I Am A Loser.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-3707468732340282429</id><published>2009-03-25T13:51:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:14:34.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice, Conficker</title><content type='html'>After reading the &lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2009/TECH/03/24/conficker.computer.worm/index.html"&gt;CNN article on the Conficker C Worm&lt;/a&gt;, I duly went to make sure my KasperSky and Windows Security were updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conincidental result of my actions, as highlighted in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; box in the screen capture, made me realise how the everyday choices we make determine the directions in which our life will unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice I made, to have a laptop instead of a desktop.&lt;br /&gt;The choice I made, to have an NEC instead of an Acer.&lt;br /&gt;The choice I made, to protect myself with an antivirus instead of leaving myself vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;The choice I made, to have bought KasperSky instead of Norton.&lt;br /&gt;The choice I made, to have read news on CNN rather than study for tomorrow Math paper.&lt;br /&gt;The choice I made, to have decided to read the article on Conficker instead of the millions of other articles on CNN.&lt;br /&gt;The choice I made, to update my KasperSky instead of just believing that Conficker is a world away from me.&lt;br /&gt;The choice I made, to have updated at a particular time instead of +/- 1 second before or after.&lt;br /&gt;The choice I made, to recheck the update status instead of sticking to my usual routine of not doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And finally, the choice I made to make a big thing out of nothing just to make it that tad bit bloggable. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny isnt it? The power choices have over your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="false" aiotitle="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ScnIZsIfxAI/AAAAAAAAATA/e1egmYNaEHM/s1600-h/qiao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ScnIZsIfxAI/AAAAAAAAATA/e1egmYNaEHM/s400/qiao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317001178756662274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere coincidence? Or is this a sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will get screwed over by the worm in the end. Or maybe I wont fail Math afterall, tomorrow. Hmm. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gildazio Costa, 54, was arrested in Framingham, Mass., in February and charged with kidnapping and beating his girlfriend following a five-hour-long argument they were having about what the operating hours are for the local library."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-3707468732340282429?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/3707468732340282429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=3707468732340282429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3707468732340282429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3707468732340282429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/03/choice-conficker.html' title='Choice, Conficker'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/ScnIZsIfxAI/AAAAAAAAATA/e1egmYNaEHM/s72-c/qiao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-8388811789862311174</id><published>2009-03-23T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:10:43.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Singapore Workout</title><content type='html'>I was a part of The Great Singapore Workout! Were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/17Ju29Icbkc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/17Ju29Icbkc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpHX2F8-RGg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpHX2F8-RGg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all that intense mugging, dont forget to work that bodeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"According to police in Longview, Wash., a 57-year-old woman entered a Winco Foods store at 5 a.m. on March 2 and did not leave the store until 5 p.m., and upon exit, paid for about $80 worth of groceries but also possessed about 100 other small, concealed items such as greeting cards, sunglasses and batteries (the total value of which was about $300). She had spent at least part of the day surreptitiously removing the items' packaging so they would not appear to be the store's stock."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-8388811789862311174?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/8388811789862311174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=8388811789862311174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8388811789862311174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8388811789862311174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/03/great-singapore-workout.html' title='Great Singapore Workout'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-6784635685673208213</id><published>2009-03-18T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T00:19:43.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alicia's 17th</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms Alicia Yap Sheng Ru!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-6784635685673208213?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/6784635685673208213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=6784635685673208213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6784635685673208213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6784635685673208213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/03/alicias-17th.html' title='Alicia&apos;s 17th'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-6102969812894067760</id><published>2009-03-11T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:00:41.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel626</title><content type='html'>Featured Website: Hotel626&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hotel626.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SbfDxlyBqqI/AAAAAAAAASw/C4aPXqN9GSM/s400/hotel626-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311929542229732002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me. It'll be worth your time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""Reproduction is no fun if you're a squid," said a biologist at the University of Groningen in the Netherlands, referring especially to the deep-sea squid. Finding a mate a mile down in pitch-darkness is hard enough, but the combination of males that are smaller and fearful of being overpowered and females whose reception of sperm involves being stabbed makes the insemination process especially traumatic. Sperm deposits can be extensive and burdensome to the female and are delivered by the reckless slashing of the skin by the male. In fact, according to a December report in Germany's Der Spiegel, in the darkness the male sometimes misses the female altogether and inseminates himself. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-6102969812894067760?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/6102969812894067760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=6102969812894067760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6102969812894067760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6102969812894067760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/03/hotel626.html' title='Hotel626'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SbfDxlyBqqI/AAAAAAAAASw/C4aPXqN9GSM/s72-c/hotel626-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-3645657468996794387</id><published>2009-03-07T20:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:46:02.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Bamba!</title><content type='html'>Omg. You're so not gonna believe this! While trying to learn how to play La Bamba on my guitar just now, the neighbours upstairs started singing it on their Karaoke set! What conincidence! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, As results were released yesterday. Well, TJ did reasonably well as a whole, but I dont think the same can be said of the graduated computing class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned faces, speechless expressions, "Fuck" replies. I feel for every single one of them who feel they havent done justice to their potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sense, I feel Ive let them down by not having gone through this with them, abandoning them to repeat Year 1. Afterall they were my classmates in my 1st, 1st year in TJ. [Haha. I just HAD to say it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, the fact still remains. My fate hasnt been sealed yet. It IS still in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Project Work H1                                  - A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;General Paper H1      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Economics H1             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics H2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mathematics H2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Computing H2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will it be? I alone have the power to decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In January, an appeals court in Newark, N.J., reinstated Doris Sexton's worker-compensation lawsuit against a county-owned nursing home where Sexton had claimed that breathing a co-worker's perfume one day in 2004 had made her permanently disabled and tethered to an oxygen tank. A lower court had decided that it was far more likely that her disability was caused by Sexton's 43-year, pack-a-day cigarette habit than by the brief exposure to perfume."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-3645657468996794387?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/3645657468996794387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=3645657468996794387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3645657468996794387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3645657468996794387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/03/la-bamba.html' title='La Bamba!'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-5876878824923446084</id><published>2009-02-24T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:01:07.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I havent been blogging of late. And its going to be the case for the near future as i see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres just a short film I'd like to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's worth watching, for it to be able to drag me out of inactivity like this. Haha. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uy0HNWto0UY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Michael Reed, 50, was charged with attempted robbery of Eddie's Fried Chicken in Fort Worth, Texas, in December. He was armed only with a tree branch and was quickly neutralized by a 56-year-old employee, who grabbed a broom, and the men proceeded to duel until Reed dropped his branch and fled."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-5876878824923446084?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/5876878824923446084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=5876878824923446084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/5876878824923446084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/5876878824923446084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-know-i-havent-been-blogging-of-late.html' title=''/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-3997832055697644389</id><published>2009-02-14T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:01:29.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's</title><content type='html'>14th February 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-3997832055697644389?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/3997832055697644389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=3997832055697644389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3997832055697644389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3997832055697644389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html' title='Valentine&apos;s'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-2695963832564797530</id><published>2009-02-03T20:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:11:59.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raibow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QAh_K4yb-k0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QAh_K4yb-k0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span class="description"&gt;彩虹&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;周杰伦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哪里有彩虹告诉我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;能不能把我的愿望还给我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么天这么安静&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所有云都跑到我这里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有口罩一个给我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;释怀说了太多就成真不了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许时间是一种解药&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也是我现在正服下的毒药&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不见你的笑我怎么睡得着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的身影这么近我却抱不到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有地球太阳还是会绕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有理由我也能自己走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要离开我知道很简单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说依赖是我们的阻碍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算放开那能不能别没收我的爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当作我最后才明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有没有口罩一个给我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;释怀说了太多就成真不了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许时间是一种解药&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也是我现在正服下的毒药&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不见你的笑我怎么睡得着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的身影这么近我却抱不到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有地球太阳还是会绕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有理由我也能自己走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要离开我知道很简单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说依赖是我们的阻碍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算放开那能不能别没收我的爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当作我最后才明白&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看不见你的笑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;要我怎么睡得着&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的身影这么近我却抱不到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有地球太阳开始环绕环绕&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;没有理由我也能自己走掉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是我说了太多就成真不了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许时间是一种解药解药&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也是我现在正服下的毒药&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你要离开我知道很简单&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你说依赖是我们的阻碍&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算放开那能不能别没收我的爱&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当作我最后才明白&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Parental Responsibility: A father took his 20-year-old son to an Islamic court in Bauchi, Nigeria, in October, demanding that he be jailed for idleness, which he said has shamed the family. (The court immediately sentenced the son to 30 lashes and six months in prison.)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-2695963832564797530?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/2695963832564797530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=2695963832564797530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/2695963832564797530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/2695963832564797530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/02/raibow.html' title='Raibow.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-7589623258732603015</id><published>2009-01-27T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:48:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Lunar New Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the past few days have been less than happy for me. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, what better way to cheer up than to watch someone make a fool of himself right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G7oGx2dImE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Touch My Body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC, uh, uh, uh In the place to be&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you've been waiting for it&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting too&lt;br /&gt;In my imagination I'd be all up on you&lt;br /&gt;I know you got that fever for me&lt;br /&gt;Hundred and two&lt;br /&gt;And boy I know I feel the same&lt;br /&gt;My temperature's through the roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a camera up in here&lt;br /&gt;Then it's gonna leave with me&lt;br /&gt;When I do (I do)&lt;br /&gt;If there's a camera up in here&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd best not catch this flick&lt;br /&gt;On YouTube (YouTube)&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz if you run your mouth and brag&lt;br /&gt;About this secret rendezvous&lt;br /&gt;I will hunt you down&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz they be all up in my business&lt;br /&gt;Like a Wendy interview&lt;br /&gt;But this is private&lt;br /&gt;Between you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Put me on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Wrestle me around&lt;br /&gt;Play with me some more&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Throw me on the bed&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna make you feel&lt;br /&gt;Like you never did.&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Let me wrap my thighs&lt;br /&gt;All around your waist&lt;br /&gt;Just a little taste&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Know you like my curves&lt;br /&gt;Come on and give me what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;And touch my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy you can put me on you&lt;br /&gt;Like a brand new white tee&lt;br /&gt;I'll hug your body tighter&lt;br /&gt;Than my favorite jeans&lt;br /&gt;I want you to caress me&lt;br /&gt;Like a tropical breeze&lt;br /&gt;And float away with you&lt;br /&gt;In the Caribbean Sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a camera up in here&lt;br /&gt;Then it's gonna leave with me&lt;br /&gt;When I do (I do)&lt;br /&gt;If there's a camera up in here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'd best not catch this flick&lt;br /&gt;On YouTube (YouTube)&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz if you run your mouth and brag&lt;br /&gt;About this secret rendezvous&lt;br /&gt;I will hunt you down&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz they be all up in my business&lt;br /&gt;Like a Wendy interview&lt;br /&gt;But this is private&lt;br /&gt;Between you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Put me on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Wrestle me around&lt;br /&gt;Play with me some more&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Throw me on the bed&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna make you feel&lt;br /&gt;Like you never did.&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Let me wrap my thighs&lt;br /&gt;All around your waist&lt;br /&gt;Just a little taste&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Know you like my curves&lt;br /&gt;Come on and give me what I deserve&lt;br /&gt;And touch my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a treat you like a teddy bear&lt;br /&gt;You won't wanna go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;In the life of luxury&lt;br /&gt;Baby just turn to me&lt;br /&gt;You won't want for nothing boy(Nooo)&lt;br /&gt;I will give you plenty joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Put me on the floor (throw me on the floor) Wrestle me around&lt;br /&gt;Play with me some more&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;Throw me on the bed&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna make you feel Like you never did.&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me wrap my thighs (let me wrap my thighs, around your waist for just a little taste)&lt;br /&gt;All around your waist&lt;br /&gt;Just a little taste&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know you like my curves (I know you like it)&lt;br /&gt;Come on and give me what I deserve (Give me what I deserve babe)&lt;br /&gt;And touch my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah (Yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah oh yeah (every little way you like to touch my body baby)&lt;br /&gt;Touch my body (yeah Yeah ooh ooh baby... Oh Oh, ooh ooh baby)&lt;br /&gt;Touch My Body (uh Uh ooh ooh ooh)&lt;br /&gt;Touch My Body (come on Give Me what I deserve... Oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Among the best-selling and most controversial toys of this past holiday season were the $39.95 Mattel "Gotta Go" Doll and the $59.95 Hasbro Baby Alive, both because of their interactive features, especially their digestion/excretion functions. The latter doll comes with its own food ("green beans," "bananas") and a warning ("May stain some surfaces"). The Gotta Go includes a toilet and brings the flushing process to life for the child. An industry insider told the Washington Post that next season's toys would be even more realistic."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-7589623258732603015?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/7589623258732603015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=7589623258732603015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7589623258732603015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7589623258732603015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-lunar-new-year-to-all-though-past.html' title='CNY 09'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-681321319025826264</id><published>2009-01-22T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T22:38:00.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Important:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 1st February 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kallang Cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, in the morning from &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9am to 1pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Should be around &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;less than $10 per person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Anybody interested please &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contact me ASAP at 91135357&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-681321319025826264?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/681321319025826264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=681321319025826264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/681321319025826264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/681321319025826264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/01/notice.html' title='Notice'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-875786289499615511</id><published>2009-01-18T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:33:27.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont fight Mondays</title><content type='html'>Sighs. In the blink of an eye, its Monday again tomorrow. School, dei. School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess we shouldnt fight Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 2550height="344" width="4"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/npQC7v73TXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/npQC7v73TXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In December, a Flybe Airline flight from Cardiff, Wales, was preparing to land as scheduled at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris when the pilot announced that they had to return to Cardiff because, he said, "Unfortunately, I'm not qualified to land the plane in Paris." Because of the heavy fog, the plane would have to be instrument-landed, and the pilot had not yet completed certification."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-875786289499615511?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/875786289499615511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=875786289499615511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/875786289499615511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/875786289499615511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-fight-mondays.html' title='Dont fight Mondays'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-4646979766102611095</id><published>2009-01-13T18:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T18:21:24.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Is love without understanding, true love? Or maybe loving someone without fully understanding them makes that love true. The worst part of all this is that it probably is my fault. Am I too good at acting, or am I too hard to read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighs. At least the time taken for the long walk back from Tanah Merah MRT back home cleared my mind of that wee bit of space needed for me to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Benedict Harkins, 46, was charged with attempted petty larceny in Jamestown, N.Y., in December after he had filed an insurance claim against the Farm Fresh Market for having tripped over a rug at the front door. Shortly after the filing, Harkins was informed that the store's front-door surveillance camera had captured a sequence in which he had sat down and adjusted the rug to make it look like he had tripped. Harkins then immediately withdrew the claim but was arrested anyway. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-4646979766102611095?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/4646979766102611095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=4646979766102611095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4646979766102611095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4646979766102611095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/01/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-119836152299771038</id><published>2009-01-11T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:52:45.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Kills Creativity</title><content type='html'>With school starting again tomorrow, I'd just like to share with you Sir Ken Robinson's view [indirectly] on how &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCHOOL KILLS CREATIVITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="439"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/SirKenRobinson_2006-embed_high.flv&amp;amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/SirKenRobinson-2006.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;amp;vw=430&amp;amp;vh=322&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ti=66"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#ffffff" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/SirKenRobinson_2006-embed_high.flv&amp;amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/SirKenRobinson-2006.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;amp;vw=430&amp;amp;vh=322&amp;amp;ap=0&amp;amp;ti=66" width="450" height="439"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Okay then. Off to watch United kick off against Chelsea at Old Trafford. I mean. Not literally. I wont be there. I wish I were though. But it'll feel like Im there. Aiya. You get what i mean. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Among those arrested in a drug roundup in Greenwood, S.C., in December were people with the street names Black Pam, Lil Bit, Goat, Ewok and Truck Stop."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-119836152299771038?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/119836152299771038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=119836152299771038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/119836152299771038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/119836152299771038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-kills-creativity_11.html' title='School Kills Creativity'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-4775140750785056355</id><published>2009-01-06T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:27:39.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Israel Kamakawiwo Ole</title><content type='html'>Somewhere over the rainbow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04674646605371372 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9KHo9z86rA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04674646605371372 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9KHo9z86rA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04674646605371372 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9KHo9z86rA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-04674646605371372 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9KHo9z86rA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="42505" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9KHo9z86rA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9KHo9z86rA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the late Israel Kamakawiwo' Ole's version of Somewhere Over The Rainbow. Beautiful song, dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read more about him at his wikipedia page, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Israel_Kamakawiwo%27ole"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In October, an armed-robbery suspect died during his getaway from a restaurant in Fresno, Calif., when he fell and impaled himself on his weapon (a screwdriver), severing an artery in his thigh."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-4775140750785056355?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/4775140750785056355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=4775140750785056355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4775140750785056355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4775140750785056355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/01/israel-kamakawiwo-ole_06.html' title='Israel Kamakawiwo Ole'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-3657789515987950940</id><published>2009-01-03T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T18:58:06.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DJ Wonders</title><content type='html'>Past many days havent exactly been the most conducive ones for blogging. Many things have happened since the last time I blogged, big changes in life. But I just cant seem to find that bit of creative juice to make these things seem interesting, thus explaining my long hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, heres' a video. Just watch it, it makes me feel less guilty about not blogging. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c-XTi0TQycA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c-XTi0TQycA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a March change of regulations, the Pentagon began saving money by reducing "combat-injury" benefits for all except those wounded while actually fighting, explaining that combat-"related" injuries were simply not worthy of full compensation. Thus, in examples offered by The Washington Post in November, Marine Cpl. James Dixon and Army Sgt. Lori Meshell were not entitled to full combat-injury coverage for their Iraq wounds (Dixon from a roadside bomb and a land mine, and Meshell while diving for cover during a mortar attack) because neither was actually fighting at the time. (Dixon, initially denied about $16,000 by the classification, recently won a hard-fought reversal, but Meshell, drawing $1,200 less per month because of the change, is still appealing.)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-3657789515987950940?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/3657789515987950940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=3657789515987950940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3657789515987950940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3657789515987950940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2009/01/dj-wonders.html' title='DJ Wonders'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-2943417313561789443</id><published>2008-12-22T01:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:21:15.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suzuki Cup Over</title><content type='html'>And so, Arsenal and Liverpool just played out a 1-1 draw at the Emirates. So, as of now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Team&lt;/span&gt; --------------                                  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Games Played&lt;/span&gt; --- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Points&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Liverpool                                   ---------------- 18 --------------                               39&lt;br /&gt;2. Chelsea                                      ----------------- 17 -------------- 37&lt;br /&gt;3. Aston Villa                                -------------- 18 --------------                               34&lt;br /&gt;4. Manchester United                 ---- 16 --------------                               32&lt;br /&gt;5. Arsenal                                      ------------------ 18 --------------                               31&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And early on in the day, Manchester United were crowned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIFA Club World Cup Champions&lt;/span&gt; after they defeated Ecuador's LDU Quito 1-0 in the final held in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the point of today's post isnt about football that is all that far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Singapore play Vietnam at the Singapore National Stadium for a place in the final of the AFF Suzuki Cup. And sad to say, Singapore lost 0-1 at the end of 90 minutes, playing with no passion, no purpose, no drive, no sense of urgency and definitely, no luck. If drawing 0-0 back in Vietnam was a shock, losing at the Lions' Den must be a disaster then. It was a disgrace, really. Not to be a sore loser of any kind, but I just felt Vietnam didnt really win because they played well, but rather because Singapore played badly. And the Singapore team really didnt do justice to the 55,000 odd people who filled up the Singapore National Stadium to cheer them on. Oh well, what can I say. It happens in football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cage at Kallang, 2nd January 2009, Friday, from 2-6 pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this and are interested, leave a tag or send me an sms! ASAP please! All welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"British Muslim convert Nicky Reilly, 22, pleaded guilty in October in Exeter, England, to attempted terrorism for detonating a homemade nail bomb in the Giraffe restaurant. The plan failed when Reilly triggered the bomb in the men's room, intending to take it into the dining area, but then could not unlock the men's room door to get out. (His lawyer called him perhaps the 'least cunning' person ever to be charged with terrorism in Britain.)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-2943417313561789443?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/2943417313561789443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=2943417313561789443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/2943417313561789443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/2943417313561789443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/12/suzuki-cup-over.html' title='Suzuki Cup Over'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-180371661949733437</id><published>2008-12-12T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:17:05.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clive Wearing</title><content type='html'>Was just packing my stuff into boxes for moving. And as I stare at my humongous pile of unread Time magazines, I really wonder how different my General Paper grade for Promos would have been if I had actually made full use of it. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for all you emokias out there. Be glad you have memories at all, even if they are bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, is Clive Wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDNDRDJy-vo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wDNDRDJy-vo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read more about him at his wikipedia page, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clive_Wearing"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ms. Hang Mioku, 48, is winding down her 20-year obsession with cosmetic surgery, having been at one time bulked up with enough silicone in her face to earn the nickname "the standing fan" because her head was so large compared to her legs. Hang moved from South Korea to Japan for better access to surgery and said she had convinced herself that each procedure in her odyssey only made her more beautiful than the last. When finally no surgeon would treat her, she began injecting cooking oil. Finally, she was talked into face-reduction surgery (removal of 260 grams of foreign substance from her head and neck) but, according to a November report in London's Daily Telegraph, she remains grotesquely misshapen."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-180371661949733437?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/180371661949733437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=180371661949733437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/180371661949733437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/180371661949733437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/12/clive-wearing.html' title='Clive Wearing'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-2564863542414339360</id><published>2008-12-11T07:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T07:33:06.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change I can, and should, believe in.</title><content type='html'>Just had a wonderfully relaxing bath after my early morning visit to East Coast Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally ran again today, though I think my injured ankle still cant really take it. Dark ominous clouds are gathering overhead. Gasps. Im starting to think that perhaps this injury is permanent afterall. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, today's run wasnt so much about fitness [ Though I know Im in great need of it. ]. It was more of a psychological marker, a point for change. Internship ended more than one week ago, and I realised I havent been doing anything productive. [ Stares at my pile of homework with unimaginable hate. ] Well, I guess I did notice the inproductivity from the start, and it was at the back of my head all this time. But a part of me is just surpressing this strange urge to touch my homework, telling me to take it easy for awhile before I start getting into the heat of things which will eventually lead up to the As next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess though, its about time I started doing some honest work. No more sleeping in until I feel like waking up. No more slacking around with absolute intention to avoid any productive work. I dont want to start school next year, with the first thought on my mind being incomplete holiday homework. Im not saying Im going hardcore, it is the holidays afterall. But its definitely not going to be 100% slackerdonkeyish. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Physics, Math and General Paper. I'll also definitely start on Programming. Thank god though theres no Econs, cause everyone ponned the last lesson of the year and Mr Basil Chan couldnt assign the work. Haha. Otherwise, it'd be Project Work all over again. And I have a bad feeling that this time, I'd be doing all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I met John at East Coast. He was out night cycling with his friends. Haha. Which reminds me, he's going to be interning at TJ as a GP tutor. It'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Its interesting how some people are just destined for great things, while others just struggle to survive. Of course, there are those who are also destined for great things, but do it a year later. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'I'm really sorry. ... I thought he was just tired,' said Lynne Stewart, who was arrested in West Melbourne, Fla., in October and charged with stealing items from a 56-year-old, unconscious man who in fact had just suffered a fatal heart attack during sex with Stewart. She blamed her larceny on a cocaine binge that impaired her judgment such that (according to a police commander) she had sex with 20 men that weekend. (However, she was not charged with prostitution. Said the commander, "No, she just likes sex.")"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-2564863542414339360?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/2564863542414339360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=2564863542414339360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/2564863542414339360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/2564863542414339360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/12/change-i-can-and-should-believe-in.html' title='Change I can, and should, believe in.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-992732413913113984</id><published>2008-12-07T03:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:30:07.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manchester United 1 - 0 Sunderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take that, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfgoodnessme. I will never comprehend how a team playing with practically 10 forwards in a 11-man team, rarely stepped inside they're own half, had 75% possession, had 30 shots taken, and 10 corners given to, can score only 90 minutes and a few seconds later. And through a defender, might I add. The opposition's keeper was probably the person in the team who's touched the ball the most number of times. In fact, I wouldnt be surprised if some of their player's had touched the ball less than 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, it came, in the end. Just like everyone expected it to. You will never be able to imagine how worked up I was when Nemanja Vidic finally put in that winning goal. That feeling when Carrick's shot hit the post and the ball bounced and hobbled just about metres off the goal line. That expectation, or desperation even, for a red shirt to be there to orchestrate the finale. And alas, one of United's most beloved sons, Nemanja Vidic, was there to cap off what was to be a simply wonderful night. All that pent up emotion built up through 90 torturously wonderful minutes, all released in a single celebration from people all over the world. When you're out tomorrow, dont be surprised to see grinning faces bursting to say "I told you so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Merle Sorenson, 48, had to be rescued from the Columbia River near Quincy, Wash., in October, where he nearly drowned after driving his Humvee off of a boat launch. He told the rescuers that he was trying to clean his tires and wanted to see how far he could drive the vehicle into the water but still be able to back out."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-992732413913113984?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/992732413913113984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=992732413913113984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/992732413913113984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/992732413913113984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/12/goodness.html' title='Goodness.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-7468746670196902374</id><published>2008-12-05T22:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T22:58:45.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whos the tank?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ekLO8BwxwE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ekLO8BwxwE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epitome of self-amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, the reflection on internship is coming. Erm, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Brazilian designer Lucia Lorio introduced women's lingerie in October containing a global positioning device to enable the wearer to be tracked by satellite. The creator said the password-protected lace bodice would make it easier for women kidnapped by thugs or terrorists to be located and rescued. Critics called it a virtual chastity belt, primarily of service to insecure males curious to know where their women are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-7468746670196902374?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/7468746670196902374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=7468746670196902374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7468746670196902374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7468746670196902374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/12/whos-tank.html' title='Whos the tank?'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-8910738081127435697</id><published>2008-11-29T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:14:06.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship Reflections, Part 1</title><content type='html'>Okay. So internship ended yesterday. 2 weeks of understanding and finding out what CPG Corporation, and the Information Technology Department in particular, was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, before this internship, I havent a single clue who CPG Corporation were and what they did. But after introductions to the corporation on the first day, I was simply blown away by the sheer magnitude of this organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: They have a website, &lt;a href="http://www.cpgcorp.com.sg/corporate/profile.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. To make sure I do not violate their confidentiality agreement, what I'll be sharing with you is readily available on their website. It'll be summarised in my point of view, making it, in my opinion, easier to process. However, should you wish to get the information first hand out of the website itself, feel free to go ahead. Oh, and I'd better add that while I am trying to, whatever I post may not be 100% accurate in reflecting the actual fact of the company. Should you realise that to be the case, please do contact me so I can make necessary amendments as soon as possible to avoid further confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay. First, the who. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, lets start with some of its history..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CPG Corporation was originally a Singapore government organisation, previously named the Public Works Department. It basically oversaw the development of Singapore, and had many sub-divisions under it, one of which is now known as the Housing Development Board. However, the PWD was privatised in 1999 under Temasek Holdings, and key national divisions like the HDB remained under the government while others followed PWD into the private sector. The PWD was later renamed CPG Corporation in 2002, and was sold the following year to an Australian company by the name of Downer EDI, where it remains now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geographically speaking, CPG Corporation occupies the 11th to 18th, except 14th, storeys of Novena Square Tower B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So secondly, the what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do they do, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put simply, CPG Corporation is a consultation firm. They take care of everything in the life cycle of a building or structure. Every nitty gritty detail from the birth of an idea right up to the maintenance of the completed building. They oversee the construction of the building, its material evaulation and site selection amongst many others. The only thing they do not do though, is the actual construction, which they sub-let out to contractors to handle under their supervision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each major phase of a project life cycle is handled by one of their 8 main subsidaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its difficult not to be in awe after being exposed to their portfolio, especially since you're practically living in it. And it doesnt hurt that they can easily show you they're portfolio through any one of their tower windows overlooking the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their portfolio can be found at their website. Im not about to type them out here, cause Im definitely not crazy. Theres just too many. But you'll soon realise that Im not exaggerating when I said you really are living in their portfolio. There's an almost 100% chance that you've been to one of their projects before. And like my mentor Mr Tong, Head of the Information Technology Department, said, "Its a 'cradle to grave' thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have more on my reflections another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sixteen people were undergoing treatment for possibly having rabies in May in Hilton Head, S.C., after exposure to a baby raccoon later discovered to be rabid. While some of the 16 had merely cuddled it, an unknown number apparently could not resist kissing the wild animal on the lips."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-8910738081127435697?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/8910738081127435697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=8910738081127435697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8910738081127435697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8910738081127435697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/internship-reflections-part-1.html' title='Internship Reflections, Part 1'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-1278854262794930287</id><published>2008-11-28T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:24:07.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship is history.</title><content type='html'>Internship ended just about 5 hours ago. Tomorrow, I shall blog about internship at CPG Corporation. But first, i need huge doses of sleep. I almost fainted just now! Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Many people believe Israelis have more important things to worry about these days, but the city government of Petah Tikva (a Tel Aviv suburb) became the latest municipality to implement a registry of dog DNA, to encourage owners to pick up after their pets in the city's streets and parks. Abandoned droppings will be analyzed and those dogs' owners punished. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-1278854262794930287?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/1278854262794930287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=1278854262794930287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1278854262794930287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1278854262794930287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/internship-is-history.html' title='Internship is history.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-7474310213253918299</id><published>2008-11-23T17:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:26:33.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs and Couches</title><content type='html'>Orhor! I just found out a little secret my dog's been keeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what she does when we've all gone to bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SShyUFENTJI/AAAAAAAAASg/fA-VSDxVto0/s1600-h/CC000097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SShyUFENTJI/AAAAAAAAASg/fA-VSDxVto0/s400/CC000097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271589053119941778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SShyT_aNPOI/AAAAAAAAASY/ck4er3g7w6A/s1600-h/CC000096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SShyT_aNPOI/AAAAAAAAASY/ck4er3g7w6A/s400/CC000096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271589051601599714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh. She has a good life, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant believe she took the liberty of posing for that 2nd shot! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning's match ended in a goalless draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aston Villa 0 - 0 Manchester United.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Im not really complaining though. Goalless draws more often than not tend to be dull, uneventful affairs. But this match really was an exception, definitely one of the more exciting draws I've ever been though. Judging from the way how Aston Villa fended off United's attacks and fought back, it looks like Sir Alex Ferguson was right. If there is anyone that is going to break into the top 4, at the moment it is them. And yes, I know. 2 points dropped, yada yada yada. But Chelsea and Liverpool both played out goaless draws this morning too! Arsenal even went one step further to lose 3-0 to Manchester City! My oh my, they are hardworking arent they. Haha. And Arsene Wenger's enlightened at last, he not only stripped William Gallas of his captaincy but also left him out of the squad completely! Hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Anyway, intership resumes again tomorrow! SIAN! Nvm! 5 more days, just 50% more to go! I shall attempt to sleep early tonight! If i can get home early from a visit to my dad's friend's house for dinner, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally random note, my stomack fucking hurts. GAHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In October, the local government council in Worcester, England, ordered Bill Malcolm to take down the 3-foot-high, barbed-wire fence he had installed to deter the thieves who had broken into his storage shed three times in the previous four months. According to the Daily Mail, the council said it feared the government would be sued by a wounded trespasser."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-7474310213253918299?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/7474310213253918299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=7474310213253918299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7474310213253918299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7474310213253918299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/dogs-and-couches.html' title='Dogs and Couches'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SShyUFENTJI/AAAAAAAAASg/fA-VSDxVto0/s72-c/CC000097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-6574349994371506533</id><published>2008-11-22T21:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T05:09:23.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Captivating Basin</title><content type='html'>Saw this b.e.a.u.tiful rainbow while I was out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SShznGbAMHI/AAAAAAAAASo/8VVj6cycC6I/s1600-h/CC000094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SShznGbAMHI/AAAAAAAAASo/8VVj6cycC6I/s400/CC000094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271590479413129330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cloud at the base of the rainbow just about made it a perfect rainbow. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, with abit of imgination, the picture looks like one of an entirely different thing altogether. Just imagine that the area bounded by the rainbow is actually a huge ass planet orbiting very close to Earth. The light, which is the rainbow at the edge, actually makes it look like the Sun is coming around on the other side of it, and you're just about to see the 1st rays of the sunlight. Sort of like the moments after an eclipse occurs, with the Sun just coming out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's finally a break after 5 days of internship at CPG. Was freaking tired and just wanted to stay home and get some sleep. But then had to go out to do some tiles selection for the new house. So went to Balestier, did that, and went around the area looking at toilet accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the way, this earth shattering idea of an interactive basin just hit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ordinary toilet basin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SShOY2zDNSI/AAAAAAAAASI/Q4J0FXKVb5E/s1600-h/bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SShOY2zDNSI/AAAAAAAAASI/Q4J0FXKVb5E/s400/bowl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271549552770626850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens, if you add just a little captivating touch to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/8/16/170174/basin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine this! You step up to the basin perhaps to wash your hands, but oh my, what is this? What a captivating design! You start to feel yourself losing control, and before you know it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ZONK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wake up only to have to remove your head from inside the basin. While you are giving yourself a stern reminder never to let that happen again, you also find that your face is washed clean! If your basin is deep enough, your hair may be too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great is that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. On a side note, you'd better put the tap a little further away from the basin, lest you wake up with a cut on your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Researchers at Plymouth University in England, with a small Arts Council grant, could not quite test whether an infinite number of monkeys with an infinite number of typewriters could produce the works of Shakespeare, but did see what six Sulawesi crested macaque monkeys would write with a computer over a four-week period. According to a report in The Guardian, the apes produced about five pages of text between them, mostly consisting of the letter S. According to professor Geoff Cox, the monkeys spent a lot of time sitting on the keyboard."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-6574349994371506533?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/6574349994371506533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=6574349994371506533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6574349994371506533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6574349994371506533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/captivating-basin.html' title='Captivating Basin'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SShznGbAMHI/AAAAAAAAASo/8VVj6cycC6I/s72-c/CC000094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-7993331511172835985</id><published>2008-11-20T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:12:50.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Nature Part 2</title><content type='html'>I Hate Nature, Part 2. With David Attenborough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/13QAPq0236Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/13QAPq0236Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont think theres a Part 3 as yet. Haha. But you can be sure I'll post it when its out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akira Hino, 51, was arrested in Tokyo in September and charged with stealing a woman's underpants, using a fishing rod to reach a laundry pole on an apartment balcony. Police found more than 500 women's undies in his apartment."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-7993331511172835985?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/7993331511172835985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=7993331511172835985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7993331511172835985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7993331511172835985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-nature-part-2.html' title='I Hate Nature Part 2'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-131362494188865680</id><published>2008-11-19T21:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:08:52.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Nature Part 1</title><content type='html'>I Hate Nature, Part 1. With David Attenborough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGrQcQ9fWLc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KGrQcQ9fWLc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out for part 2, which should be up here tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Briton Sarah Burge, 49, broke the Guinness Book record for the most cosmetic surgery, having now spent a total of 539,500 pounds ($850,000) on more than 100 procedures, according to an October report in London's Daily Mail."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-131362494188865680?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/131362494188865680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=131362494188865680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/131362494188865680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/131362494188865680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-hate-nature-part-1.html' title='I Hate Nature Part 1'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-8343402735724939384</id><published>2008-11-17T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:01:01.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship: Day 1</title><content type='html'>Aww. You guys are totally out of luck! There wont be any photos coming your way, cause CPG Corporation says "Trainee shall not reveal..". Okay your know what, maybe I shouldnt reveal THAT too. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 1st day of internship was, erm, how do I put it. "Interesting", might be the best word. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Im shagged. Shall go to bed early today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dutch designer Eric Klarenbeek, 29, has developed jewelry consisting of tiny crystals or flowers that hang directly from the eye via micro-thin medical wire attached to either prescription or blank contact lenses and, in the light, give the appearance of tears streaming down the cheek. He expects to hit the market soon, according to an October report in London's Daily Mail, at a price of the equivalent of around $325. Though the adornments appear to be painful or dangerous, Klarenbeek said users of his prototypes so far have been "amazed" at their comfort."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-8343402735724939384?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/8343402735724939384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=8343402735724939384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8343402735724939384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8343402735724939384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/internship-day-1.html' title='Internship: Day 1'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-3151438195993619936</id><published>2008-11-16T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:41:20.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship Begins</title><content type='html'>Okay. So internship begins tomorrow with &lt;a href="http://www.cpgcorp.com.sg/home/home.asp?Lang=EN"&gt;CPG Corporation&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow. With any luck, you should have some pictures to look at soon. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coincidentally in October, Britain's worst professional boxer, Peter Buckley, announced he will retire after his next bout. He has lost 88 in a row, and overall his record is 43-256."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-3151438195993619936?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/3151438195993619936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=3151438195993619936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3151438195993619936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3151438195993619936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/internship-begins.html' title='Internship Begins'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-8675178168967114147</id><published>2008-11-14T22:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:11:31.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sungha Jung</title><content type='html'>Chanced upon a video of this small Asian kid playing the guitar awhile back, but never found out who he was until last week when I started digging up on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's South Korean. His name is Sungha Jung, and he's freaking 12 years old this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are some of his many many videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Than Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1xRARmrorGU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1xRARmrorGU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Me Up When September Ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsnJftMy9po&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsnJftMy9po&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Believe I Can Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LhTLWw3vvFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LhTLWw3vvFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Or Without You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4CR3GoB3YY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4CR3GoB3YY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of The Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g5WB-p-QBJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g5WB-p-QBJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears In Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ilJm55q0dlc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ilJm55q0dlc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops Falling On My Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zz7oM1_EXnM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Zz7oM1_EXnM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Of The World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8TEgdKSrv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m8TEgdKSrv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Are The Sunshine Of My Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BRz8Bv5Bto&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BRz8Bv5Bto&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unorthodox piece by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canon in D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WirEJbA14xA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WirEJbA14xA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my fucking favourite one of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IXa2pNGVj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5IXa2pNGVj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid prodigy plays the guitar in a way I can only dream of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can watch more of him on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/jwcfree"&gt;his YouTube Channel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jungsungha"&gt;his own MySpace page&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Clair Robinson, 23, told an interviewer in September that she believes the only reason she survived the deadly flesh-eating infection recently was because she had too much weight for the bacteria to consume. 'Being big saved my life,' she told Australia's "Medical Emergency" TV show."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-8675178168967114147?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/8675178168967114147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=8675178168967114147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8675178168967114147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8675178168967114147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/sungha-jung.html' title='Sungha Jung'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-6811869364334278404</id><published>2008-11-12T20:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:13:51.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer Umbrella</title><content type='html'>Think umbrellas are as safe as it gets? Think again, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue reading this post, and it might just safe your life someday. For I am here after a close shave with death, yet again, to bring you the latest updates on everyday objects which may just about kill you. And this time, you get to thank your lucky stars that I share an intimate relationship with umbrellas of all shapes, colours, sizes and uses. In fact, I think the Umbrella Union is so pissed at me for insulting one of them in my previous post some time ago, which you can read &lt;a href="http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/01/super-random.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, that it had attempted to assassinate me! Mahmat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here, my friends, is what seems to be a perfectly safe-to-use everyday umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SRrV9vKXyXI/AAAAAAAAARg/rVh26c8pBAk/s1600-h/um1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SRrV9vKXyXI/AAAAAAAAARg/rVh26c8pBAk/s400/um1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267757970771921266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens then, if the tip breaks off like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SRrc-SkBeGI/AAAAAAAAARw/sZeOyt0ptEE/s1600-h/brokenum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SRrc-SkBeGI/AAAAAAAAARw/sZeOyt0ptEE/s400/brokenum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267765676856146018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orhor! See! Innocent looking umbrellas not that innocent anymore right!? Tsk tsk. Tell yous already! And you know what? Theres more! Yes, more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now know how dangerous it is right? Stab someone with this and he may die from the wound, if not from humiliation! Imagine when people find out that his death was caused by an umbrella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, ANYWAY, as I was going to say. You dont even have to make the effort to stab people with it! The spring system which which is part of the umbrella will do all the dirty work for you! If the court accuses you of stabbing somebody, you can deny it! Dumbass, your hand didnt even move! The spring stabbed the poor guy who died, so its not your fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, isnt it!? Just break of the handle when the umbrella is still closed, release the hatch, and voila! The weapon works like bow and arrows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/8/16/170174/Umani.gif" alt="Umani.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not that guy, since he's already dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, ZOMG! I just spent 3 hours with my eyes glued to the screen doing that animation and it turned out crappy! Mike..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, omgoodnessme. Enlightenment has just descended upon me! I have uncovered the greatest conspiracy in the whole of Singapore's history since independence! The government is secretly arming every citizen with a weapon concealed in the form of everyday umbrellas! So fellow Singaporeans, should the need arise in times of war, you know what to do! Defend yourself with those umbrellas of yours, for goodness sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meleanie Hain's Pennsylvania concealed-weapons permit was revoked in September after spectators complained about her openly carrying her loaded, holstered Glock at her 5-year-old daughter's soccer game. However, the only penalty under state law is the loss of the privilege of concealment, so that if Hain continues to carry the gun, she must do so openly."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-6811869364334278404?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/6811869364334278404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=6811869364334278404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6811869364334278404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6811869364334278404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/killer-umbrella.html' title='Killer Umbrella'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SRrV9vKXyXI/AAAAAAAAARg/rVh26c8pBAk/s72-c/um1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-38438141693579268</id><published>2008-11-10T19:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:42:52.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama Aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c3_95F5e-Ac&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c3_95F5e-Ac&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.O.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Recent research in the Journal of Economic Analysis and Policy sheds light on the thorny social issue of why females continue to earn less money than males, even in similar jobs. Competing hypotheses have been advanced: It's either gender discrimination or simply that more women than men de-emphasize career aggressiveness in favor of family. The recent research suggests discrimination. Researchers found that females who were established in jobs and who then underwent sex changes actually increased their earnings slightly, but that males who became females lost about one-third of their earning power, according to an October summary of the research in Time magazine."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-38438141693579268?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/38438141693579268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=38438141693579268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/38438141693579268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/38438141693579268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/obama-aftermath.html' title='Obama Aftermath'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-4112568968972684581</id><published>2008-11-08T22:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:31:28.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>United 1 - 2 Arsenal</title><content type='html'>Just seconds ago, the full time whistle was blown at the Emirates Stadium. There were perhaps a thousand reasons why United lost 2-1 to Arsenal, none of which challenged the fact that they deserved to lose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United had 54% possession, but made little attempt to use it effectively.&lt;br /&gt;United had 23 shots taken, but made little attempt to make them count.&lt;br /&gt;United had 6 corners given in their favour, none of which ended up in the back of the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But amidst this sky of dark clouds emerged a ray of sunlight, and it came in the form of a 63rd minute substitute, Number 21, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rafael da Silva&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Rafael ran his heart out.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Rafael made excellent tackles.&lt;br /&gt;And definitely yes, Rafael did something nobody could do on this trying day. Rafael scored a goal, and a superb one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what was more heartwarming was how young 18 year old Brazillian Rafael Da Silva urged his team on during the match, and how he so inspirationally called on his team mates, all of whom were years his senior, to waste no more time in building on the goal he scored. He so simply epitomises the United spirit. And how fitting indeed, that he came on for United club captain Gary Neville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, this match result proves the unwilling fact, to United supporters especially, that United dont necessarily have to win at the end of a match for there to have been good football played. No doubt, Arsenal have won the match fair and square, and through their own means. But while they may have won this battle, they know the war is far from over. The beauty of the Barclays Premier League is in that it is a competition over 38 matches, and not just one. United have a game in hand, sitting 2 points behind Arsenal. They are in 4th place and only 5 points behind current joint leaders Chelsea and Liverpool. With the season less than a third of its way through, nobody will write United off as yet, for they are in prone position to retain their Premier League crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unlike their American counterparts, debt collectors in Spain are legally allowed to humiliate deadbeats in front of relatives and neighbors, and are thus quite successful, according to an October Wall Street Journal dispatch from Madrid. One collector's employees make flamboyant house calls in 'top hat and tails' and another's are dressed as Franciscan friars, and yet another collector sends bagpipe players to announce the debt to the entire neighborhood. One debtor hurriedly paid off his daughter's wedding tab when the collector found the ceremony's guest list and began billing each attendee for his or her 'share' of the debt."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-4112568968972684581?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/4112568968972684581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=4112568968972684581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4112568968972684581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4112568968972684581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/united-1-2-arsenal.html' title='United 1 - 2 Arsenal'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-7977301176926424565</id><published>2008-11-06T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:38:44.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Answers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pulled this off an email Yang Ting sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy: May I hold your hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No thanks, it isn't heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl: Say you love me! Say you love me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You love me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl: If we become engaged will you give me a ring?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Sure, what's your phone number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl: I think the poorest people are the happiest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Then marry me and we'll be the happiest couple ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl: Darling, I want to dance like this forever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Don't you ever want to improve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy: I love you and I could die for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: How soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy: I would go to the end of the world for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yes, but would you stay there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sharon: Have you ever had a hot passionate, burning kiss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy: I did once. He'd forgotten to take the cigarette out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man: You remind me of the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman: Because I'm wild, romantic and exciting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man: No, because you make me sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wife: You tell a man something, it goes in one ear and comes out of the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Husband: You tell a woman something: It goes in both ears and comes out of the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary: John says I'm pretty. Andy says I'm ugly.What do u think, Peter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter: A bit of both. I think you're pretty ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girlfriend: ...And are you sure you love me and no one else ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend: Dead Sure! I checked the whole list again yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: Which is more important to us, the sun or the moon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupil: The moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupil: The moon gives us light at night when we need it but the sun gives us light only in the day time when we don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: What do you call a person who keeps on talking when people are no longer interested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupil: A teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waiter: Would you like your coffee black?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: What other colors do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My father is so old that when he was in school, history was called current affairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: Sam, you talk a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: It's a family tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: What do you mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: Sir, my grandpa was a street hawker, my father is a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: What about your mother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: She's a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tom: How should I convey the news to my father that I've failed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David: You just send a telegram: Result declared, past year's performance repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: Now, children, if I saw a man beating a donkey and stopped him, what virtue would I be showing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student: Brotherly love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: Now, Sam, tell me frankly do you say prayers before eating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam: No sir, I don't have to, my mom is a good cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Patient: What are the chances of my recovering doctor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: One hundred percent. Medical records show that nine out often people die of the disease you have. Yours is the tenth case I've treated. The others all died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: Can anybody give an example of COINCIDENCE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Student: Sir, my Mother and Father got married on the same day and at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher: George Washington not only chopped down his father's Cherry tree, but also admitted doing it. Now do you know why his father didn't punish him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Student: Because George still had the axe in is hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In August in Billings, Mont., federal officers recognized Wyoming fugitive Sterling Wolfname, 26, on the street, but the man tried to give a different name, seemingly oblivious that "Wolfname" was tattooed on the side of his head."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-7977301176926424565?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/7977301176926424565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=7977301176926424565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7977301176926424565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7977301176926424565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-answers.html' title='Stupid Answers'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-5461618806750553899</id><published>2008-11-04T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T19:29:10.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind the curtains</title><content type='html'>Forgot to post this photo of Gorden taken awhile back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you have to answer a phone call while you're in class? Apparently, this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SQ74_JTRvQI/AAAAAAAAARY/dUybH7hoZf4/s1600-h/Image622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SQ74_JTRvQI/AAAAAAAAARY/dUybH7hoZf4/s400/Image622.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264418778154908930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Angela Tuttle was elected constable in Hancock County, Tenn., in August, simply because she showed up and voted. There were no candidates on the ballot, and thus her own write-in vote for herself carried the election, 1-0."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-5461618806750553899?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/5461618806750553899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=5461618806750553899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/5461618806750553899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/5461618806750553899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/behind-curtains.html' title='Behind the curtains'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SQ74_JTRvQI/AAAAAAAAARY/dUybH7hoZf4/s72-c/Image622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-996736935935535164</id><published>2008-11-02T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:51:35.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird News</title><content type='html'>Okay! I hereby decide that my exercise regime for the holidays shall start officially as of tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as you might have noticed for quite some time now, I've been ending off every post with a quote. Excluding of course the occasional cases where I was too emo to be bothered. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people ask me why Im emo. Im not! I have a reason for doing whatever I did, however stupid it may be. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking some time ago before promos, how I can motivate myself to study amongst other things. So, I came up with a brilliant solution, I shall include quotes in every blog post! Lol. And its not just about those particular quotes I actually get around to posting, you see. Since I have to filter through quotes until I find one that is just remotely relevant to my post, I figured I'd effectively have read quite a few quotes for every one that Ive posted. Smart right! Haha. Oh well, I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, now that the holdiays are here. I have a new initiative! As of this moment onwards until whatever date I deem fit, it shall be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weird News&lt;/span&gt; time! Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In july, Leroy Macafee, 55, was charge in Austin, Texas with molesting an 11 year old girl and confessed to the police that he had molested two others as well. However, he refused to describe those incidents because he wanted to save that information for his autobiography."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-996736935935535164?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/996736935935535164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=996736935935535164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/996736935935535164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/996736935935535164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/weird-news.html' title='Weird News'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-1762388361992671443</id><published>2008-11-01T14:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:08:04.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siao Liao</title><content type='html'>Okay. I officially have a new weirdest dream in life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the stars of last night's dream were as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cristiano Ronaldo&lt;br /&gt;- Extremely long shoe laces&lt;br /&gt;- Sir Alex Ferguson&lt;br /&gt;- Manchester United 1st Team&lt;br /&gt;- Mr Francis Tong&lt;br /&gt;- Temasek Junior College Soccer guys&lt;br /&gt;- Some kickass architecture of a football stadium I saw on Discovery Channel&lt;br /&gt;- My house&lt;br /&gt;- The toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And surprise, surprise. Last but not least, Mr Teo Ser Luck! Ex-Victorian and current Senior Parliamentary Secretary, Ministry of Community Development, Youth and Sports &amp;amp; Ministry of Transport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the! Its omgnessly as random as LuoWei's "The leg exploits my dream haircut"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake."  -  Rene Descartes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-1762388361992671443?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/1762388361992671443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=1762388361992671443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1762388361992671443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1762388361992671443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/11/siao-liao.html' title='Siao Liao'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-6275180178376445602</id><published>2008-10-31T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:45:22.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Vote, Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cGvqs-jf_w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cGvqs-jf_w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Interesting video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A society is a nation united by a delusion about its ancestry and by common hatred of its neighbours."  -  William Ralph Inge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-6275180178376445602?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/6275180178376445602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=6275180178376445602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6275180178376445602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6275180178376445602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-vote-not.html' title='Dont Vote, Not.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-4288901894525718720</id><published>2008-10-29T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:54:32.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindness</title><content type='html'>Omg. Faux pas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to go bring the dirty dishes to the kitchen from the dining table, when guess what? My pants dropped to my ankles while i was halfway there! Eh, stop imagining things can? Wah lau! Luckily I wore tights! Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to like drag my pants while walking there cause my hands were full and I couldnt pull my pants up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god there werent any guests in the house for dinner! Otherwise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, went to watch Blindness with George and Zai today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blindness, in summary and as fully reflected in the movie title, is literally about blindness. And you know what? The movie was so deep and encompassed so many things that I dont even know where to begin to tell you what it is about! But fret not, for there is a simple answer to such an earth-shattering dilemma: Go watch the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its the kinda movie where you either like it or you dont, understand it or you dont, feel it or you dont. So dont take my word too seriously! Watch the movie yourself and see what you get out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is a series of collisions with the future; it is not the sum of what we have been, but what we yearn to be."  -  Jose Ortega Y. Gasset&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-4288901894525718720?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/4288901894525718720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=4288901894525718720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4288901894525718720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4288901894525718720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/10/blindness.html' title='Blindness'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-998013935942680485</id><published>2008-10-25T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:40:11.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's back?</title><content type='html'>Something's definitely been wrong these few days. I just feel a sense of uneasiness. I just dont feel right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be? Afterall, he did leave us around this time last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man dying is more the survivors' affair than his own."  -  Thomas Mann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-998013935942680485?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/998013935942680485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=998013935942680485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/998013935942680485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/998013935942680485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/10/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s back?'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-9172061867453668082</id><published>2008-10-24T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:27:13.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I hope I havent come to a point where nothing can really make me happy anymore, though it sure seems like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I've discovered the secret of life - you just hang around until you get used to it."  -  Charles M. Schulz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-9172061867453668082?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/9172061867453668082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=9172061867453668082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/9172061867453668082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/9172061867453668082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/10/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-28744398051497418</id><published>2008-10-21T17:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T17:32:49.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Principle of Equivalent Trade</title><content type='html'>You know the world is a fucked up place when you watch good people turn bad, knowing they have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how my stoning sessions for hours on end can be sparked off by such one liner of a thought. Just that one comment, thought or question is enough to make me lie there thinking about life for hours and hours, like yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might say otherwise, but skipping school is of some use to me afterall. I had the time and space alone, to think. An epiphany at the end of this all, coupled with my new-found semi-obsession over the Full Metal Alchemist series [ No thanks to Shiling! ] made me realise that the many days I spent last year skipping school, cooped up at home emoing wasnt as useless as I first thought. I had to have gained something. Afterall, that is the Principle of Equivalent Trade, as stated in the Full Metal Alchemist series. You know, there are many other Life's lessons one can learn from the Full Metal Alchemist series. If only you bothered to look deeper beyond the surface of the innocent anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling in darkness thinking excessively, I dare say that I have thought deeper, harder and more than anybody else I know. I've thought about things people never thought about. I've thought about things people never thought they could think about. Worse still, I've thought about things people shouldnt be thinking about. But then again, I've also realised after thinking, that everybody would feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyhow, that, is what I've gained in exchange. Though I guess, on the outside all these wouldnt matter because nobody will bother to look that deep into somebody else. So im still the, immature, insensitive and plump dickhead everyone thinks I am. Oh well. Then again, my world is a sad place to be in. Be glad you're not in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People cannot gain anything without sacrificing something. You must present something of equal value to gain something. That is the Principle of Equivalent Trade in Alchemy. We believed that was the truth of the world when we were young." - Alphonse Elric&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-28744398051497418?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/28744398051497418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=28744398051497418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/28744398051497418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/28744398051497418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/10/principle-of-equivalent-trade_21.html' title='Principle of Equivalent Trade'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-1666210683654482785</id><published>2008-10-20T11:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:28:26.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragrant Rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/q5FpYhy_2f/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/q5FpYhy_2f/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="450" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;稻香&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;作词：周杰伦&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;作曲：周杰伦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;对这个世界如果你有太多的抱怨&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跌倒了就不敢继续往前走&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么人要这么的脆弱 堕落&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;请你打开电视看看&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多少人为生命在努力勇敢的走下去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们是不是该知足&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;珍惜一切 就算没有拥有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得你说家是唯一的城堡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;随着稻香河流继续奔跑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;微微笑 小时候的梦我知道&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要哭让萤火虫带着你逃跑&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;乡间的歌谣永远的依靠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;回家吧 回到最初的美好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要这么容易就想放弃 就像我说的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;追不到的梦想 换个梦不就得了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为自己的人生鲜艳上色&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先把爱涂上喜欢的颜色&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑一个吧 功成名就不是目的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让自己快乐快乐这才叫做意义&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;童年的纸飞机 现在终于飞回我手里&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;所谓的那快乐 赤脚在田里追蜻蜓追到累了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;偷摘水果被蜜蜂给叮到怕了 谁在偷笑呢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我靠着稻草人吹着风唱着歌睡着了&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哦 哦 午后吉它在虫鸣中更清脆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;哦 哦 阳光洒在路上就不怕心碎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;珍惜一切 就算没有拥有&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还记得你说家是唯一的城堡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;随着稻香河流继续奔跑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love does not begin and end the way we think it does. Love is a battle, Love is a war; Love is a growing up."  -  James A. Baldwin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-1666210683654482785?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/1666210683654482785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=1666210683654482785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1666210683654482785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1666210683654482785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/10/fragrant-rice.html' title='Fragrant Rice'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-2157629623970637483</id><published>2008-10-12T22:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:29:00.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>promo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/8/16/170174/Promos%20Results.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/8/16/170174/Promos%20Results.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The man who has done his level best... is a success, even though the world may write him down as a failure."  -  B. C. Forbes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-2157629623970637483?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/2157629623970637483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=2157629623970637483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/2157629623970637483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/2157629623970637483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/10/promo.html' title='promo'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-7632712021611124644</id><published>2008-10-11T20:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:45:43.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you human?</title><content type='html'>Im now using a Snoy Erriosscn! It has a screwy touch screen and a wicked 0.3 Megapixel camera! Beat that! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came home from sending my N95 8GB for repair, at Parkway Nokia. Volume button was spoilt, along with abnormal battery drain and SIM card connection. Anyway, while I was waiting for my queue number to be reached, I noticed this counter being manned by a Chinese national. He was dealing with a particularly difficult customer who, ironically, happens to be another chinese national. That old man was at his counter for quite a long time, the two engaged in a rather animated, erm, "discussion". Haha. Anyway, they were at it up till the time my turn came, and while I was leaving, that old man wasnt there anymore. In his place was another old man. Who, sad to say, was also directing his anger at that Nokia staff. Haha. So apparently, that poor chinese man has had to deal with old, grumpy, chinese men all day long. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after my dad and I left the Nokia outlet, we continued upstairs to Giant to get some grocery done. We were engaged in such a deep conversation that we almost ended up stepping onto an escalator which was going downwards. Lol. We were like talking talking, both having lifted our legs to step onto and escalator when we both looked down and realised it was coming towards us. -_-" Then we both proceeded to achieve a high unglam rating of 10 when we tried to get our balance back. Lol. I wonder how stupid we looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have something with escalators today. Earlier on after guitar at Tampines Mall, me and George were acting like retards. The escalator which was going downwards outisde the Tampines Mall building facing the Tampines MRT Station had broken down. We stepped onto the 1st step, held the handrail and then proceeded to stand there motionless, while staring into the horizon. I think the people behind us must have thought we were crazy. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, almost forgot. Anyway, theres a Pasar Malam at Marine Parade central. I bought myself a Ramly burger, as usual. And guess what? The patty was like heart-shaped! Haha. Didnt take a picture though, cause the temptation to just take a bite out of it was too huge to resist. &gt;.&lt; I think Im becoming more and more like ShiLing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to leave a comment on YuXian's Livejournal and they tried to confirm whether I was human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SPDINMKHEVI/AAAAAAAAARA/hOLR70dk4no/s1600-h/lj1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SPDINMKHEVI/AAAAAAAAARA/hOLR70dk4no/s400/lj1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255920894068855122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The real danger is not that computers will begin to think like men, but that men will begin to think like computers."  - Sydney J. Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-7632712021611124644?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/7632712021611124644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=7632712021611124644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7632712021611124644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7632712021611124644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-human.html' title='Are you human?'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SPDINMKHEVI/AAAAAAAAARA/hOLR70dk4no/s72-c/lj1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-8602282916206846159</id><published>2008-10-10T20:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:34:26.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cagey Affair</title><content type='html'>Just came home from playing soccer at The Cage at kallang just now from 4 to 6. It wasnt the normal 5 or 7 hours I used to play after exams, but considering the long wait to finally get to play properly, I'll take anything I can get. Besides, I doubt I have the stamina to last that long already anyway. I couldnt even last the 2 hours without wanting to die. Haha. Oh well, this time round I became the coordinator somehow. I knew everybody there, but they didnt know each other. Haha. But glad to say at least that wasnt the case after the session. People from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2608&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marine Parade&lt;/span&gt; got to know each other. LOL. Behold the power of love for the sport. Hahaha. Anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im sorreh En Yi&lt;/span&gt;! I think i was rather ruthless in front of goal. Hope i didnt break any of your bones or anything. Sorreh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my half hour trip back from Kallang was spent listening to the conversation of this 2 young ladies sitting behind me. They were sharing their stories of love, life, conflicts and politics. Rather interesting and insightful stories I must say. Oh well, I guess 10 years from now I'll have had my fair share of such experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God! I just looked at my arm, and guess what I saw? Many many bubbles popping out from my sunburnt skin. And their filled of sweat. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gross&lt;/span&gt;, major! I had better take a bath now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my body is rejecting fast food. I wonder if thats good or bad. Hmm. I guess I'll just take it as a good thing then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll talk about my results tomorrow, or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is not length of life, but depth of life."  -  Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-8602282916206846159?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/8602282916206846159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=8602282916206846159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8602282916206846159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8602282916206846159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/10/cagey-affair.html' title='Cagey Affair'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-7761393435391641306</id><published>2008-10-07T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:03:28.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOLer</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CC2omKJpBFQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CC2omKJpBFQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another LOLer. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not afraid of death, I just don't want to be there when it happens."  -  Woody Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-7761393435391641306?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/7761393435391641306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=7761393435391641306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7761393435391641306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7761393435391641306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/10/loler.html' title='LOLer'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-6467963418197854076</id><published>2008-10-05T19:52:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:26:46.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day I died again</title><content type='html'>Just got home from a freaking exhausting day out. Went kayaking in the morning. Had to literally drag myself off the bed, cause I was damn bloody tired from only a few hours of sleep after watching United play in the early morning. Not forgetting I've been rather sleep deprived for the past few days since Promos ended. Couple them together and you get a zombish me walking around. Lol. Though finally being able to kayak did wonders as a motivation. Haha. Anyway, going through the motion of retrieving the dancer, checking the boat, collecting and putting on the equipment was rather satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being away from the water for so long, I thought at first that we should just hang around the coast abit for today just to get back in touch with that kayaking feeling. But Zai didnt want to and we decided to go to Ubin for fried rice in the end. On the way there, I think he sort of regretted it. Lol. Cause we almost got killed by "Genki Johor", this fucking huge container ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjKLtUEC2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/OpVBcRiG23s/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjKLtUEC2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/OpVBcRiG23s/s400/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253671267818802018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back view of those bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, just for illustrations sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOi3SWPaYeI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NMDUwX1SIWQ/s1600-h/Genki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOi3SWPaYeI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NMDUwX1SIWQ/s400/Genki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253650491163435490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the edge of the channel between Ubin and Pasir Ris, looking to cross. We saw 2 ships coming in, but they were pretty far away, very very small silhouettes in the far distance. So deciding that it was safe, we decided to cross. Bad idea, very very bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in the middle of the channel, i was like "Oh. Guess what? The small silhouettes arent that small anymore! In fact, their fucking huge!" So i was like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;, paddling for my life, while shouting at Zai and George to fucking hurry up. They were still like playing a fool, getting in each others' way. -_-" After paddling like fuck for some time, I thought we were finally safe, cause I could see some parts of the side of Genki Johor, meaning we were out of their path. But NO! That stupid container ship had to change course! Bloody hell! It steered right and came right at us! Wah lau! Then i think finally enlightened by the humongous size of the container ship, George and Zai started paddling for their lives. And as the container ship approached us, I looked behind and saw them right smack in the path of it, still paddling like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, I seriously thought they were screwed. With the container ship charging right at you, and white foamy waves coming up at the tip where it cuts the sea, it was fucking scary. It was like seeing this gaint chopper flying right at you. Genki Johor was a few metres away now. Then, it happened so fast, and we all realised that it wasnt time for them to die yet. They made it past the smack centre of it, but only by a few metres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjEKQwgJaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/k_0GTHHzhs4/s1600-h/Died.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjEKQwgJaI/AAAAAAAAAP4/k_0GTHHzhs4/s400/Died.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253664645903820194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, we were all happy men. Not just cause we survived, but also cause we achieved what we set out there to do. We ate our fried rice, without getting ourselves killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjLBCV8rhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Q9GnGUux7eo/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjLBCV8rhI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Q9GnGUux7eo/s400/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253672183996919314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fried rice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjLBTzGLdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/aYGic3uyHFI/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjLBTzGLdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/aYGic3uyHFI/s400/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253672188682579410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zai, probably with a phobia of fucking huge ships now. Checking to see if the Genki Johor was behind him. *gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old people behind him were these bunch of old chikopehs sitting around doing nothing, looking at babes walk by. And babes by their definition, mind you. Haha. They eventually got chased away by the shop owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while we were enjoying our seriously hard earned fried rice, we spotted this super starved cat which was literally skin and bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjMQIol_-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/JId3iOXFBcU/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjMQIol_-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/JId3iOXFBcU/s400/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253673542895402978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had this super nasty wound also, where its bones were showing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Super&lt;/span&gt; gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjLBfnLSOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zPLi96J8USc/s1600-h/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjLBfnLSOI/AAAAAAAAAQw/zPLi96J8USc/s400/Image011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253672191853807842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished up our fried rice and restocked on 100 plus, we left Ubin and on our way out,  we found a dead fish. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjLAvjEIpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/doKZqFi7914/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjLAvjEIpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/doKZqFi7914/s400/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253672178951660178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we knew it, the sky had darkened and the winds strengthened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjLAoAXf2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ttEyU87aZJ4/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjLAoAXf2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/ttEyU87aZJ4/s400/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253672176927080290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in for a hell of a journey back. Seriously. I think the current, wind and waves were all against us. The 4 km paddle back to mainland must have effectively been 8 km or more. We were like paddling so hard but moving no where sia. Everytime we stopped to rest, we drifted back like a freaking long way! Wah lau! But nvm lahh. At least there were no ships this time. Thank god. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a freaking exhausting paddle across, we finally reach mainland, where we slacked around and got in touch with our blade rolling skills. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; I dont feel like bloggin anymore. Lol. Its been a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hereby proclaim that planning for the Vietnam Residential Project for NYAA Gold is a pain in the ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suicide is a man's way of telling God, 'You can't fire me - I quit!' "  -  Bill Maher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-6467963418197854076?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/6467963418197854076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=6467963418197854076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6467963418197854076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6467963418197854076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-i-died-again.html' title='Day I died again'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOjKLtUEC2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/OpVBcRiG23s/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-1183773950077325751</id><published>2008-10-04T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:43:13.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Its funny how many interesting things you can come across on just a simple walk home from a nearby coffee shop after having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I took a detour around the estate back home. And on the way, passed by a "we-sell-everything, almost" shop. Rather common now a days, especially in heartland areas. They normally have this bright shiny silver zinc flooring, you know? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, guess what this shop was selling? The Vii! Yes! The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vii&lt;/span&gt;! -_-" Not to sound racially offensive in anyway, but maybe they produced it cause there were alot of indians asking for it. Lol. "Do you sell the Vii?" Omg. The mere thought of it makes me wanna laugh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the background, these shop usually have this voice recorded sales advertisement on loop blaring from the speakers. And I managed to catch this one part which went something like "You know where to spend your money right? Yes, at our shop." Like, what the?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Then further into the walk home, I passed by this two cats publicly professing their love, making it in this case, for each other. And of all locations available to them, they had to do it in front of everyone on this empty parking lot beside a Red Rhino. Picture perfect, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained."  -  Mark Twain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-1183773950077325751?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/1183773950077325751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=1183773950077325751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1183773950077325751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1183773950077325751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-8510599309226451429</id><published>2008-10-02T20:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T20:53:34.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vibratiomassage!</title><content type='html'>Okay. I just got off a 1 hour bus ride journey from Cineleisure [I now proudly know where it is. -_-"], after watching Eagle Eyes with Zai and George. And guess what? Im feeling super relaxed now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didnt already know, or if you havent been on an SXS bus in recent years, the SXS Transit has launched a new initiative for Singaporean commuters! "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Busride Massage&lt;/span&gt;" Thats right! You didnt see it wrong. The SXS Transit has indeed launched such an initiative. In accordance with their aim to provide comfortable, efficient and affordable transportation for Singaporeans, the SXS Transit has hereby decided to give free massages to all passengers. Furthermore, this massage is provided in a form known as the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vibratiomassage&lt;/span&gt;", or simply put, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vibration Massage&lt;/span&gt;. Alright. Try your best to think straight, although I understand its hardly possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vibratiomassage&lt;/span&gt; is the result of deep thought, as well as extensive Research &amp;amp; Development on the part of the SXS Transit. They have gone out of their way here to provide, once again, comfortable, efficient and affordable transportation for all! There is now no need to spend extra cash getting a massage at those sleazy heartland massage parlours anymore, where you only get heartaches, nothing more! You can keep that cash, and spend it on transportation with the SXS Transit instead! You get to arrive at your destination, while wasting no time in transit by getting a massage in the mean time. It just doesnt get any better than this! Whats more, everyone can benefit from this heart and butt warming experience! Male or female, tall or short, fat or thin, hairful or bald, young or old, smart or stupid, aware or unaware, you all stand to benefit from this. At no extra charge, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just how is it done exactly? Simply put, after the extensive Research &amp;amp; Development, SXS Transit has found an ingenius, cost-effective and utility maximising method! It is as easy as saying "Oh, Ah, Ow!" Just refuse to service the bus wheel suspensions, they say! By refusing to provide damping to the bus movement, no matter how tempted they are to do it, the SXS Transit has effectively provided their commuters with free &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vibratiomassage&lt;/span&gt; from the bus engine! Genius, I say! No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: All parties mentioned in the above post are ficticious, as much as you would like to believe otherwise. Any resemblances to corporations existing or not are purely conincidental. The author will not be held liable for any negative externalities generated on 3rd parties as a result of the production of this article. However, should any random corporation wish to approach the author for reward due to any positive externalities generated, please, feel free to do so, even though he had no part in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Spent the day in school playing Monopoly with ShiLing and Yuxian. Also tried to visualise and plan the layout for my new room. So, school was a complete waste of time today. But hey, actually on 2nd thought, Id much rather not be doing Project Work. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I find it super mahmat that I'd missed United's game against Aalborg yesterday morning. I didnt miss a single game all the way up till the end of promos. But the very 1st game after promos, I missed. Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A well developed sense of humour is the pole that adds balance to your steps as you walk the tight rope of life."  -  William A. Ward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-8510599309226451429?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/8510599309226451429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=8510599309226451429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8510599309226451429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8510599309226451429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/10/vibratiomassage.html' title='Vibratiomassage!'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-1343646961686099107</id><published>2008-10-01T00:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:59:11.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VSPB</title><content type='html'>Its just past midnight now. Just had a bath after coming home from meeting up with some of the prefects from the ExCo batch of 0506 back in Victoria. Had a 'good' time finding my way to them around evening, it must have been ages since I've last been to Suntec. Haha. Couldnt decide where to eat at first, but eventually settled on Pizza Hut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, considering we havent gotten together in more than a year, we started talking again rather comfortably. Its like we've never been gone. Haha. There were loads of rubbish, as usual. With the random bitching about weird eccentric guys from VS. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOJVU-j-HTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RqhSwZBteks/s1600-h/n605978596_968063_925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOJVU-j-HTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RqhSwZBteks/s400/n605978596_968063_925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251853934347033906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOJVVUr81nI/AAAAAAAAAPo/MdMPJB1tV9w/s1600-h/n605978596_968064_1216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOJVVUr81nI/AAAAAAAAAPo/MdMPJB1tV9w/s400/n605978596_968064_1216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251853940286084722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its nice to meet up with old friends once in awhile you know. Staying in touch can be rather difficult sometimes, with everyone all over the place doing all the different things. Haha. Prime example, our dearest Head Prefect, BMI. Lol. Firdaus went off to Malaysia after O Levels, for, what we now know to be, no reason. Took his A Levels there at a boarding school, got his driving licence, choked himself on tear gas during the riot, and is now back in Singapore taking 2 temporary jobs while waiting for National Service, one of which includes selling water purifiers. Lol. And he even has a name card, with his name on it! Beat that! Haha. But actually considering he can recite information on the water purifier pamphlet from off the top of his head, im not really surprised. Haha. Oh well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minimat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bill was settled rather quickly again today. Better still this time round, we had extra $6! Lol. We then proceeded to Macdonalds, from Pizza Hut to buy ice cream with the remaining money, where we met Alvin Phua, a 1st Deputy Head prefect from many many batches ago. How fitting! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Happy Children's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom."  -  Marcel Proust&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-1343646961686099107?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/1343646961686099107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=1343646961686099107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1343646961686099107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1343646961686099107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/10/vspb.html' title='VSPB'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOJVU-j-HTI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RqhSwZBteks/s72-c/n605978596_968063_925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-3888773682868381759</id><published>2008-09-30T09:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:58:01.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promos Over</title><content type='html'>Promotional Examinations ended yesterday! Like finally, mike. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all the 2608ers went for a celebration after that. JiaJin wasnt there though, cause he didnt have Physics before that and we couldnt bare to make him go down to Katong all the way from Yishun. Lol. We had dinner at Astons, and the bill came up to around $134. But surprisingly, this is the first time everybody paid up so quickly. Haha. Maybe its because people like Duy can go back to Vietnam to "claim" his expenses from his mom. Lol? He even kept this hugmongous pile of receipts in his wallet! So now you know, Duy's thick wallet isnt full of money. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOGCEcMU2cI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uSiAF8yqxt4/s1600-h/Image619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOGCEcMU2cI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uSiAF8yqxt4/s400/Image619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251621653289687490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. QiXuan's not visible in ANY of the photos. Please remind me to photoshop him in there. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, pool came after dinner. We went to this pool parlour beside Roxy, and surprisingly this time, we didnt lose anybody at all along the way like I expected to. Haha. Everybody went! Nice. (: The people there were generous, or rather it was economically viable[Source: I got this from the 2008 General Paper Paper 2 Comprehension Passage A! Haha.], enough to allow the whole gang of us in school uniform to play. So we booked 3 tables, and the mass pooling sessions began. We played for a few hours I think, before deciding that we should stop cause I thought the bill was going to be expensive, but apparently, because there were 13 people there, each person only had to pay about $4. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the others went home after that, leaving Gorden, YuXian, ShiLing and me to walk to the nearby 328 Laksa to have, well, laksa. Haha. Mahmat, I think me and my bro Gorden, we got some chemistry man. Lol. Talked some rubbish for awhile before we headed down to the Parkway bus stop to get on our way home. Poor ShiLing, she reached home like 1 hour after I did. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, so that concludes 2608's most successful class outing so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to some other utterly random musings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know whats worse than being sleep-deprived during the examination period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer: Being unable to sleep even though the examinations have ended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I was expecting a long and peaceful sleep for the 1st time in a long time, and guess what. I still woke up at like 8! &gt;.&lt; I cant sleep even though im mahmat's auntily tired know! Mahmat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay. I think thats about enough for today. I shall now proceed to draw up a to-do list for the rest of my 103 days of holiday[See sidebar, hahahahaha]. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is something to do when you cant get to sleep."  -  Fran Lebowitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-3888773682868381759?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/3888773682868381759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=3888773682868381759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3888773682868381759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3888773682868381759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/09/promos-over.html' title='Promos Over'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SOGCEcMU2cI/AAAAAAAAAPY/uSiAF8yqxt4/s72-c/Image619.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-6889681641385152793</id><published>2008-09-26T20:15:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:22:14.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Through the Monsoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/cfqaKEoqR8/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/cfqaKEoqR8/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="450" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Monsoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tokio Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at a broken door&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing left here anymore&lt;br /&gt;My room is cold&lt;br /&gt;It's making me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting here so long&lt;br /&gt;But now the moment seems to come,&lt;br /&gt;I see the black clouds coming up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the world,&lt;br /&gt;To the end of time,&lt;br /&gt;Where the rain won't hurt&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the storm,&lt;br /&gt;Into the blue,&lt;br /&gt;And when I lose myself I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll be running somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;Through the monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A half moon's fading from my sight&lt;br /&gt;I see a vision in its light&lt;br /&gt;But now it's gone and left me so alone&lt;br /&gt;I know I have to find you now&lt;br /&gt;Can hear your name, I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we make this darkness feel like home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the world&lt;br /&gt;To the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Where the rain won't hurt&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the storm&lt;br /&gt;Into the blue&lt;br /&gt;And when I loose myself I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll be running somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;And nothing can hold me back from you&lt;br /&gt;Through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fighting all this power&lt;br /&gt;Coming in my way&lt;br /&gt;Let it send me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be running night and day&lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you soon&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you&lt;br /&gt;We'll be there soon&lt;br /&gt;So soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the world&lt;br /&gt;To the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Where the rain won't hurt&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the storm&lt;br /&gt;Into the blue&lt;br /&gt;And when I lose myself I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll be running somewhere new&lt;br /&gt;And nothing can hold me back from you&lt;br /&gt;Through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you&lt;br /&gt;Through the monsoon&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love."  -  Mother Teresa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-6889681641385152793?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/6889681641385152793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=6889681641385152793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6889681641385152793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6889681641385152793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/09/running-through-monsoon.html' title='Running Through the Monsoon'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-4376151240113144758</id><published>2008-09-24T12:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T12:24:32.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shockedness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Alicia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'm joining the convent. I think I realized it when I tripped on sesame seeds as you ate enchilada and I saw you carve your initials onto my avocado plant. I'm sure you're frostbitten enough to understand that I'm allergic to your hamster. I'm returning your false teeth to you, but I'll keep your photo as a memory. You should also know that I never liked the apartment building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go burn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Austin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (friend), I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.___12___,&lt;br /&gt;-Your Name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'm joining the convent&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the purple monkey&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyed - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F – My virginity&lt;br /&gt;G/H – Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt – Eat cake and die&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is hard. After all, it kills you"  -  Katharine Hepburn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-4376151240113144758?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/4376151240113144758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=4376151240113144758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4376151240113144758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4376151240113144758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/09/shockedness.html' title='Shockedness'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-6956857236767295147</id><published>2008-09-21T19:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:51:00.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mati</title><content type='html'>Mugging these few days has been nothing short of depressing. Try as I may, I just cant seem to get the huge-ass load of information into my puny brain. And Im not even finished with the humongous pile of notes yet. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just realised that having lived directly opposite a mentally ill neighbour for a good 10 years of my life, I did not really know exactly what kind of mental illness she was suffering from. She's always screaming, wailing, shouting, banging, hitting, scolding and what not. But I have yet to see for myself exactly what happens during these incidents. Yesterday was the first time I witnessed her mental illness in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the balcony when it happened. My staring-out-at-sea-mind-clearing session was abruptly brought to an end when she started screaming at the top of her lungs yet again. Picture a typical scene in "The Exorcism of Emily Rose". Yes, her face was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; constipated. Then just as I was about to go back into the house, her mood just swung 180 degrees! She started crying super pitifully, even kneeling down at one point. Starting to get curious about her behaviour, I hung around the balcony. And oh my, was I in for a shock. Just seconds after she broke down and cried, she stood up very quickly and started scolding vulgarities and asking someone to keep quiet. As this went on for a few cycles. I was hit by the truth about her behaviour. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She has split  personalities.&lt;/span&gt; All this time, she had been holding a conversation, or fight, with herself! OMG. I was super shocked can! and disturbed, nontheless. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just found out that, amongst the many other things involved in the chemical contamination, the Dutch Lady strawberry milk is contaminated! Shit. And the newspaper had to use words like "potentially fatal" in their reports. Thanks ahh! &gt;.&lt; Sorry to those people I offered it to! So far I only remember Shiling. Hmm.  Along with the report was this interesting diagram of the blame game regarding the parties involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SNY_3kvR0SI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4UypGZIjS9o/s1600-h/Blame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SNY_3kvR0SI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4UypGZIjS9o/s400/Blame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248452639734223138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes to mind when you see the diagram? Okay, other than the stupid idea that Gorden is blaming himself for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, the flow of blame eventually ends up on the parties that have little or no capabilities or knowledge to defend themselves. Im not saying that the farmers are sure to be innocent. For all you may know, they may have been the ones that had caused this whole fiasco with their smart ideas. But the point here is that the way the society operates often results in the weak being bullied. And somehow, I dont think this will change anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Im typing rather incoherently, I beg for your forgiveness. After drowning myself in Computing for the past 2 days, Im afraid I now think too much like the computer. Snippets of computing information are popping up in my brain more than anything else. I have an uncontrollable case of unwanted random access problem. And im afraid it'd be difficult for you to understand me. Well, at least not without and Operating System that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soon, silence will have passed into legend. Man has sturned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, comtemplation, meditation."  -  Jean Arp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-6956857236767295147?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/6956857236767295147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=6956857236767295147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6956857236767295147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6956857236767295147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/09/mati.html' title='Mati'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SNY_3kvR0SI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/4UypGZIjS9o/s72-c/Blame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-992205260366377525</id><published>2008-09-18T17:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:02:43.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scammer bitch</title><content type='html'>This china woman, probably a scammer, called me on some weird ass number today. The conversation went a little something like this, but in chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scammer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sorry Mister, can I have one minute of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*hangs up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few seconds later, she calls again, and I pick up the phone. This time, staying on it, feeling quite bad for hanging up on her just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scammer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sorry Mister, can I have one minute of your time? I would like to do a survey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sorry, Im not fr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scammer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;*hangs up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahh, basket. Purposely call me back to hang up on me sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BITCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned."  -  William Congreve&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-992205260366377525?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/992205260366377525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=992205260366377525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/992205260366377525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/992205260366377525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/09/scammer-bitch.html' title='Scammer bitch'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-7178991330486934186</id><published>2008-09-15T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:02:52.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$10,000 worth of shit.</title><content type='html'>Gave school a miss today. Woke up not feeling well, at all. So I decided to stay home and rest instead. That was only the plan, of course. Promos is in 7 days, mugging is an inevitability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, quite satisfied with mugging today, productivity wise. Woke up at 9+ and mugged until 11+ then had lunch and had some rest before intensive mugging started at around 12+ and just ended at 7+. Im gonna go get some dinner and its back to mugging again! Woohoo! But first, homemade subway dinner! Yum yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was doing math today, so the radio was on at almost full blast. It just puts me into Math choinging mode, dont ask me why. Haha. Anyway, there was this piece of news that went on air, and I thought I just had to put it down somewhere. So, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, there was this guy who was at the bank ready to deposit his $10,000 which was tucked safely in his backpack when he smelt something foul. Looking around the very crowded bank for the source of the smell, he realised it was coming from himself. Somehow, there was shit on his jeans. Naturally with everyone in the bank staring at him, he felt super embarassed. While wondering what happened and desperately searching for something to clean up with, the lady who was standing behind him offered him a piece of tissue which he accepted with great gratitude. While cleaning up, he failed to realise in his utter state of embarassment that the woman was actually a thief who'd set this all up and had made off with his $10,000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the woman smart or is the man just plain dumb? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe."  -  Albert Einstein&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-7178991330486934186?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/7178991330486934186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=7178991330486934186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7178991330486934186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7178991330486934186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/09/10000-worth-of-shit.html' title='$10,000 worth of shit.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-3530506308244232409</id><published>2008-09-13T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T08:32:11.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving till the end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liverpool 2 - 1 Manchester United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its not often that I say this, but United were really asking for it. Oh well, its not everyday you get to see United lose in the first place. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt; the problem largely, was the over-focus on Berbatov. On any other day, Rooney would have been their channel of attack. But today, he was largely ignored. Man, he had the form this time and he probably would have won United the game. Berbatov on the other hand.. Well, he has the skill, no doubt about that. But he probably needs more time to get used to how United play. And Vidic! What the heck was he thinking? Losing this game is still not the end of the world. But like as if it wasnt enough, he had to go get himself suspended for the Chelsea game! WTF. Omg I almost forgot about Van Der Sar! Out of nowhere panic sia. Still can palm the ball into Brown's leg, making him score an own goal. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tactics is going to be a big headache for Ferguson, to try to fit Berbatov into the line-up. To keep all 3 attacking trio of Berbatov, Rooney and Tevez, he's going to have to play 4-3-3. And he did just that this time, starting with 3 central midfield players in Carrick, Scholes and Anderson. But Carrick, Anderson and Scholes got subbed out eventually to be replaced by Nani, Hargreaves and Giggs, to make the 4-3-3 more of a 4-1-2-3, leaving Hargreaves to manage the very empty central area by himself as Giggs and Nani are wide players by nature. Not a very good move against Liverpool I'd say, when already under imense pressure, we couldnt win the balls back in midfield. Not forgetting of course its Hargreaves' first game back from injury. Rooney as I said, had the form to win United the game, but then its the new season with the same old problem, he's willingness to do anything was exploited. He had to drop back constantly into the central midfield as well as out right to try and get the ball back most of the game. With Berbatov now in the line-up, I dont see how Ferguson's attempt to be "more fair to the lad" is going to happen. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My suggestion? Play 4-2-3-1. Back four line-up remains, with Brown(or Neville), Ferdinand, Vidic and Evra taking their usual places. Play 2 in central midfield, With Hargreaves and Scholes(or Anderson or Carrick) then play the trio of Rooney, Tevez and Ronaldo(or Nani) infront of the midfield behind the lone striker of Bebrbatov in support. With Rooney in the centre, Tevez on the left and Ronaldo(or Nani) on the right. During attack, this formation should eventually change into a 3-4-2-1, with Evra unleashing his attacking prowress pushing down the left into midfield, making the Midfield the conventional 4 across, with Ronaldo(or Nani) on the usual right side. This leaves Rooney and Tevez free to attack and provide Berbatov with support. However, the downside of such a formation would be the need for the team to run more, particularly Evra, Rooney and Tevez. But I dont forsee a problem here since they have imba fitness and have proven to be more than willingly to run up and down the pitch. In defensive formation, either Tevez or Rooney would have to drop back down to midfield to plug that hole on the left side, left by Evra returning to the back-line on the left side. This still leaves one man behind Berbatov, giving some options for United's infamous counter attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, why am I talking football tactics here ahh? Over the years I have come to realise most people who watch football are not interested in tactics. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I dont know why, but Im not really that disturbed by United's loss. Cause I know its time to go on a long, long run of a winning streak. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dont know why but I've been seeing alot of elderly couples around lately. Hmm. Just today, there was this couple at Tampines MRT. They were so loving can? They gave each other a peck on the lips when they met up near where I was standing. Aww~ Haha. These elderly couples are really an inspiration sometimes. Dont you think? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, loving someone deeply gives you courage."  -  Lao Tzu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-3530506308244232409?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/3530506308244232409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=3530506308244232409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3530506308244232409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3530506308244232409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/09/loving-till-end.html' title='Loving till the end.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-3043224136148686962</id><published>2008-09-12T18:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:01:12.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy?</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Do all Vietnameses do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SMpEePy3zsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-BX_0Tb1JEM/s1600-h/Image607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SMpEePy3zsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-BX_0Tb1JEM/s400/Image607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245080002453032642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I guess its probably only Duy. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was a relatively enjoyable day. Haha. Apart from Math period of course, when Mr Gan was like stressing me up with all the exam talk. Like as if Im not stressed enough lorr. &gt;.&lt; Oh and not forgetting Physics, when Mr Chan said he was going to go through Thermal Physics but ended up wasting the period away with Waves. Hmm. But no surprise there, isnt it? Haha. Oh well, I guess it must have been the 4 periods of Computing that has made it not all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! 2608ers were at the hawker centre for lunch when this bird bombed into QiXuan's soup! And he was like sitting right beside me! OMG! And it was super disgusting can!? The shit was like slowly sliding into the soup! Urgh. Gross, major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you know you're a failure at computing when THIS happens. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SMqSGHYStcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/S0pp2G1rtAA/s1600-h/What+the.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SMqSGHYStcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/S0pp2G1rtAA/s400/What+the.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245165349784171970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Success in any field depends more on energy and drive than it does on intelligence. This explain why we have so many stupid leaders."  -  Sloan Wilson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-3043224136148686962?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/3043224136148686962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=3043224136148686962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3043224136148686962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3043224136148686962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/09/enjoy.html' title='Enjoy?'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SMpEePy3zsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-BX_0Tb1JEM/s72-c/Image607.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-782295396371572463</id><published>2008-09-10T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:34:15.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DongFang Billy</title><content type='html'>Read this article in the Newpaper today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SMfL4mlF_RI/AAAAAAAAALw/m8NIGSwjI0Y/s1600-h/Billy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SMfL4mlF_RI/AAAAAAAAALw/m8NIGSwjI0Y/s400/Billy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244384464385473810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one word I can say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;RESPECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To himself, everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he's dead."  -  Samuel Butler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-782295396371572463?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/782295396371572463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=782295396371572463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/782295396371572463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/782295396371572463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/09/dongfang-billy.html' title='DongFang Billy'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SMfL4mlF_RI/AAAAAAAAALw/m8NIGSwjI0Y/s72-c/Billy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-3617752496835744591</id><published>2008-09-09T17:47:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T18:10:07.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Me.</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Michael Phelps listens to this every single time before he won each of his 8 Golds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/f-TD8ngt4u/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/f-TD8ngt4u/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ask me to be who I am not. Dont ask me to act like how I will not. Dont ask me to think like I do not. Dont ask me to do all the things I will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Im me. Not you, him nor anyone else. So deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Success isn't a result of spontaneous combustion. You must set yourself on fire."  -  Arnold H. Glasow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-3617752496835744591?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/3617752496835744591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=3617752496835744591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3617752496835744591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3617752496835744591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-me.html' title='Im Me.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-5578778077204643573</id><published>2008-09-06T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:13:32.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddest Day</title><content type='html'>Today, is the day I have experienced real sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am strong. I will overcome this. Even if my soul gets eaten away and my heart turns into stone, I will pull through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-5578778077204643573?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/5578778077204643573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=5578778077204643573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/5578778077204643573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/5578778077204643573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/09/saddest-day.html' title='Saddest Day'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-6414168760320642956</id><published>2008-09-06T09:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T09:34:37.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate the world.</title><content type='html'>Right now, I hate the sun. I hate the clear blue skies. I hate the weekend. I hate the beautiful world out there, outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that the world is so damn happy when Im not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-6414168760320642956?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/6414168760320642956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=6414168760320642956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6414168760320642956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6414168760320642956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/09/hate-world.html' title='Hate the world.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-6968710078889951972</id><published>2008-09-05T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:32:28.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to leave.</title><content type='html'>The calm, lifeless night. The blackened sea. The endless horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes it seem like there is no limit to space, when there is. That there is somewhere for me to escape to, when there isnt. That perhaps I could leave everything behind, when I cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, when you run out of places to hide on the outside, you turn to within yourself. Where nobody will know where you are, who you are, unless you want them to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-6968710078889951972?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/6968710078889951972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=6968710078889951972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6968710078889951972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6968710078889951972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-need-to-leave.html' title='i need to leave.'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-5544356294823434774</id><published>2008-09-05T21:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T22:16:40.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CB</title><content type='html'>Problems seem to be coming at me from everywhere. Every single fucking direction. Family, studies, her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would ask the whole world to fuck of right now if I could, but I cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im seriously fucked right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think I have to force a smile for my relatives who'd just showed up unannounced at my door. What fucking great timing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-5544356294823434774?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/5544356294823434774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=5544356294823434774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/5544356294823434774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/5544356294823434774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/09/cb.html' title='CB'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-7906875412723410773</id><published>2008-08-30T22:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:19:19.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love Guru</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nJnZJcfCBQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7nJnZJcfCBQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. More than vords. This is my favourite song in the vorld right now! Vouldnt you like to sing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If your uncle Jack helped you off an elephant, would you help your uncle jack off an elephant?"  -  Guru Pitka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-7906875412723410773?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/7906875412723410773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=7906875412723410773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7906875412723410773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/7906875412723410773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-guru.html' title='The Love Guru'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-1489000004268557424</id><published>2008-08-27T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:11:09.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phelps</title><content type='html'>LMAO. Obviously, some people have other ideas about how the Olympic spirit should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AhjwnsVUeto&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AhjwnsVUeto&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always turn to the sports pages first, which records people's accomplishments. The front page has nothing but man's failures."  -  Earl Warren&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-1489000004268557424?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/1489000004268557424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=1489000004268557424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1489000004268557424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/1489000004268557424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/08/phelps.html' title='Phelps'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-3527847268359440924</id><published>2008-08-24T19:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:13:50.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing Oympics 2008</title><content type='html'>And so it is. Its the last day of the Beijing Olympics 2008. It started off with a bang, with an extremely breath-taking opening ceremony. And Im sure there is only possibility of it ending with a hell of a closing ceremony to come in just a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the end of a tremendously enjoyable 2 weeks, I shall pay tribute to my favourite event of the Beijing Olympics 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Team Rhythmic Gymnastics&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres just something about the dancing, the music, the rhythm, the gymnastics, the skills, the choreography, and the synchronisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WgfpN8YRm4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_WgfpN8YRm4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can only begin to imagine the hardwork these gymnasts, and all athletes for the matter, have put in over the course of their preparations for the games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J9gitbwoZmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J9gitbwoZmo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing will work unless you do."  -  Maya Angelou&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-3527847268359440924?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/3527847268359440924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=3527847268359440924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3527847268359440924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/3527847268359440924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-oympics-2008.html' title='Beijing Oympics 2008'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-6273617140922189942</id><published>2008-08-23T08:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T08:44:55.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study lah!</title><content type='html'>My list of things to do by the time Promos come in 4 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;读书!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studium!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Исследование!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Estudo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studie!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studio!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Etude!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I honestly think it is better to be a failure at something you love than to be a success at something you hate."  -  George Buns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-6273617140922189942?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/6273617140922189942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=6273617140922189942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6273617140922189942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/6273617140922189942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/08/study-lah.html' title='Study lah!'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-5277961461955508137</id><published>2008-08-20T20:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:54:41.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ERP woes</title><content type='html'>Saw this on Mr Brown's blog quite some time ago, but forgot to post it. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoTqRQ29Od8&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoTqRQ29Od8&amp;amp;color1=11645361&amp;amp;color2=13619151&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time is the scarcest resource and unless it is managed nothing else can be managed."  -  Peter Drucker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-5277961461955508137?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/5277961461955508137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=5277961461955508137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/5277961461955508137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/5277961461955508137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/08/erp-woes.html' title='ERP woes'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-4230436813377157359</id><published>2008-08-16T16:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:41:56.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart grow fonder. really?</title><content type='html'>Whats wrong with me!? Was reading the Newpaper today, and while flipping page 70 with the article on the Table Tennis girls, I could almost swear I saw the title as "How They Von"! Like seriously! My world is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tamil&lt;/span&gt;ising itself! God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week has just been a really bad and depressing week. Not many positives to take out of it. It was just really sickly and stuff. Hmm. It started on the National Day holiday on Monday, which was my last post before this. That's my excuse for my week-long absence from blogging, by the way. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went for the talk on Sustainable Development at the National Environment Agency building in Newton today. The conference hall was on the 25th storey, and it had a super nice view from up there can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SKacG9j8z3I/AAAAAAAAALg/_QtQMlsfm6w/s1600-h/CC000055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SKacG9j8z3I/AAAAAAAAALg/_QtQMlsfm6w/s400/CC000055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235043260283277170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SKacHOmpagI/AAAAAAAAALo/ET-hKdoPKwc/s1600-h/Image582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SKacHOmpagI/AAAAAAAAALo/ET-hKdoPKwc/s400/Image582.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235043264857991682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk was quite okay, I guess. Haha. I guess Im sort of more interested in the topic, realising its importance. And when I said realise, I dont mean the read textbook and understand its importance type of realise. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw many interesting videos in the talk today. Here are some I managed to find again on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvTFKpIaQhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvTFKpIaQhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is abit of a no-link. Lol. But funny all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FSIkjNaICsg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FSIkjNaICsg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZsDliXzyAY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZsDliXzyAY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Before going for the talk, I was in the canteen talking with Luowei when the 2608ers' bus drove past. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God has cared for these trees, saved them from droughts, diseases, avalanches and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools."  -  John Muir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-4230436813377157359?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/4230436813377157359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=4230436813377157359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4230436813377157359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/4230436813377157359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/08/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder-really.html' title='Absence makes the heart grow fonder. really?'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SKacG9j8z3I/AAAAAAAAALg/_QtQMlsfm6w/s72-c/CC000055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12893129.post-473218288607923305</id><published>2008-08-11T22:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:03:44.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Sick</title><content type='html'>I had other things to blog about today, but Im totally not in any condition to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now since this morning, I've vomitted &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; times, had diarrhoea &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; times, and have had this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fever for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Did I mention, I totally have &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; energy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The idea is to die young as late as possible."  -  Ashley Montagu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-473218288607923305?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/473218288607923305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=473218288607923305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/473218288607923305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/473218288607923305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/08/super-sick.html' title='Super Sick'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-12893129.post-8951141312635535275</id><published>2008-08-10T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:53:12.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP 08</title><content type='html'>Some pictures from National Day yesterday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SJ7VyHi3ovI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PdjnmCzU34g/s1600-h/Image558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SJ7VyHi3ovI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PdjnmCzU34g/s400/Image558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232854874046571250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nation flag flying past near my house. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SJ7VyrTwyfI/AAAAAAAAALY/fbFn0n04tZY/s1600-h/Image559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SJ7VyrTwyfI/AAAAAAAAALY/fbFn0n04tZY/s400/Image559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232854883646884338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart shape. Though its not really visible in the picture because of the dark clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad sia. I wont get to see all these helicopters and fighter jets flying around anymore after I move house. Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, after watching the Bejing Olympics Opening Ceremony the day before and then National Day Parade yesterday, there is really only one thing I have to say. The NDP really is pathetically pale in comparison. Haha. Its totally a  no-fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The love of one's country is a splendid thing. But why should love stop at the border?"  -  Pablo Casals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12893129-8951141312635535275?l=austang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/feeds/8951141312635535275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12893129&amp;postID=8951141312635535275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8951141312635535275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12893129/posts/default/8951141312635535275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austang.blogspot.com/2008/08/ndp-08.html' title='NDP 08'/><author><name>Austang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11047163669188592973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Uti1yWzwrJ0/SJ7VyHi3ovI/AAAAAAAAALQ/PdjnmCzU34g/s72-c/Image558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
