<?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-29940697</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:33:42.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sky is blue</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29940697.post-7397369195151335392</id><published>2010-01-17T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:41:14.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORD</title><content type='html'>After 2 years of imprisonment, i have finally regained my freedom. Though army did not lock me up physically, it still made me feel like i am bonded, that i am liable to follow its rules and regulations, and be at the becking of my superior. That they could crush me if i incur their wrath. I did not like that feeling. On my release date, i just wanted to get out of that place fast, get away from where i was not in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many ups and downs through out these 2 years, which i would not explicitly state. If i were to represent it on a chart, it would have plunged right from the start, but manage to regain the loss, and end off higher, an overall bullish chart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its time to stop procrastinating. I am in control of my life now. There would be no more excuses for not accomplishing what i want to do. I had used army as an excuse, a shelter, somewhere i could seek refuge from my inner desire to succeed. Now, there is no where else to hide. I am not going to remind myself that college can be an excuse. It will not be. I must do, not just think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-7397369195151335392?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/7397369195151335392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=7397369195151335392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7397369195151335392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7397369195151335392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2010/01/ord.html' title='ORD'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-7232534734693918345</id><published>2010-01-03T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:14:42.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking forward</title><content type='html'>It ended just like that. Three hundred and sixty-five days gone, just like that, yet none for the better for me. Well, how can that be? When you have been working your ass off trying to earn some future tuition fees. Reading voraciously, trying to upsize your limited knowledge. Paying more attention to people around you, listening to them, and treating them better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to look at myself as a pessimist. A skeptist(not yet a cynic) who doubts what is infront of him. Someone who would think that a half filled glass is still half empty. But, silently hope that things would get better. I need my sunshine. Someone who will make a rainbow after a pour. A light that would illuminate the darkness and chase the gloom away. That is primo on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the have-naughts, a year of irregular diet and late dinner has made a belly out of my tummy. Well, its not just the food, cause if it was just that, i would be a fatboy way long ago. The absence of cardiovascular activities has caused all the carbo intake to pile up. No more trainings, nor casual sports activities after school. Burning of fats would have to come with the intent, and i would better have the resolve to get myself down to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a greedy man. Three i hope, would be manageable. Por ultimo, and the most cliche of all. I guess, for the past year, i hadnt been unhappy. No more emoing, thats so school boy. The people around me, they had been a great bunch. Its much less stressful when they are not your peer, your competitors, but genuine friends. Or maybe its the perception, you rub my back, i rub yours. I see things in a different light, i hope. It wouldnt be a race to the bottom. Let me be happy(or less pessimistic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 will be a better year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-7232534734693918345?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/7232534734693918345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=7232534734693918345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7232534734693918345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7232534734693918345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2010/01/looking-forward.html' title='Looking forward'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-2668219955950367441</id><published>2009-07-08T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:54:14.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choices and hindsight</title><content type='html'>Rational people make choices by affixing their current circumstances to the options available. The actual process is actually quite simple. You make something fit into A, and imagine the product to be C, when all along, it is a B. People try to convince themselves on hindsight that their decisions are correct and justifiable at the point they made the decision. Few do admit their incapacity in making the right decision, and leverage on hindsight to vindicate themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some thoughts on choices and hindsight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-2668219955950367441?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/2668219955950367441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=2668219955950367441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2668219955950367441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2668219955950367441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2009/07/choices-and-hindsight.html' title='choices and hindsight'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-1344792318467405690</id><published>2009-05-24T21:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:36:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rantings</title><content type='html'>For the umpteenth time, i so dislike this hierarchy in the organisation. In this self-proclaimed meritocratic nation of ours, sad to say that the organisation is not. People in power do not have the capability of carrying out their responsibilities. But in many instances, the job gets done, because another person, someone inconsequential, yet important, does all the shit, so that the whole sequence can flow through. But, he is still disregarded, and neglected. It would be great if one day, this fry suddenly goes away. It would be interesting to observe what would happen to people with responsibilities. Seven more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, they would find somebody else to help them do their shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-1344792318467405690?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/1344792318467405690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=1344792318467405690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1344792318467405690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1344792318467405690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2009/05/rantings.html' title='rantings'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-4137539079973269468</id><published>2009-05-15T22:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:45:37.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams from my father</title><content type='html'>Reading this made me rethink, what was all those big words about changing the world(what a weird revelation from this book). Do i really know what they mean? Or am i after some personal gains, yet hide it under the pretext of an altruistic notion. Stop deluding your self. It is about YOU. Not about the bigger house your parents and offspring can stay in. Not about the luxuries your future spouse can expend, or about the prestige of having successful parents for your kids you so long for, but about your desire to prove people wrong, to show them that you are better than what they thought you would be. To be somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, i want to grab money, not because of the fetish for the smell of rolls and rolls or notes or the googol number on the bank book, but that it would be the best barometer of success in our increasingly capitalistically skewed world. And the excesses which was built up the past few years (bubble which burst last fall) showed me the best way to achieve that goal. Being one of those fat cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to carry on thinking i am doing all these for a greater good, for some ideal which was vaguely existent. Being the fervent capitalist, this incentive would i hope, for the selfish me, spur me to work my socks off in varsity. Now i know what i am studying for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-4137539079973269468?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/4137539079973269468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=4137539079973269468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4137539079973269468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4137539079973269468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2009/05/dreams-from-my-father.html' title='Dreams from my father'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-1647121922492489559</id><published>2009-04-04T23:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:09:12.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Audacity of Hope</title><content type='html'>I have just finish The Audacity of Hope by the president of the United States. It is the first book i bought in quite a long time. I've gotten it shortly after his win, as i caught the obamamania which was rampant at that point of time. Everyone just wanted to get a piece of him. But i didn't really have any time to read it as i was burdened with the books i borrowed from the library. You had to finish the books from the library first, as there was a dateline for you to return them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that he was sincere and honest in his writing. He was clear and concise in his putting his thoughts to pen, something i am still grasping. Someday, i do want to be able to bring about my ideas as fluently as this man. There was a phrase, which he quoted from Benjamin Franklin, that i like very much, "I would rather have it said, He lived usefully, than, He died rich." The importance of one's life is not the amount he would have in his bank at his deathbed, but the work he did before he could do no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-1647121922492489559?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/1647121922492489559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=1647121922492489559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1647121922492489559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1647121922492489559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2009/04/audacity-of-hope.html' title='The Audacity of Hope'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-3069644375621055460</id><published>2009-03-22T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:28:03.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking, what do i want in life. I am probably 25% past it, based on the average life expectancy. And certainly, its time to make decisions on how to spend the rest of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many ways to live a life. Some people make laws, others break them. Some people make things, some others save lives. Some teach, some write, some cook. While some don't really do much. At this point of time, i have a rough idea of what do i want to do. Its something like a facilitator, who puts the resources to where they can be fully optimised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could probably make a whole lot from doing this, but that is not really what is luring me to it. Rather, its the status in the society, and the respect you get from others. People would take you into consideration before doing anything. You can have a say in how things are being done. It would be simply called "power".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i do get this "power", i would help make the world we live in a better place, not just for us to enjoy, but for the many generations to come. You can call this "responsibility". People who are in power fail to be responsible to the world that we live in. I want to come in to make things right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These will sound far-fetched and quixotic. But hey! I am not in it just for the money. People in this profession have really made a mess out of our world, and i do want to do my part to ensure the ongoing turmoil will not happen again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-3069644375621055460?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/3069644375621055460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=3069644375621055460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3069644375621055460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3069644375621055460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2009/03/dream.html' title='A dream'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5133945730146275561</id><published>2009-03-15T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:55:26.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>An excerpt from a book from 2008's person of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... A tradition based on the simple idea that we have a stake in one another, and that what binds us together is greater than what drives us apart, and that if enough people believe in the truth of that proposition and act on it, then we might not solve every problem, but we can get something meaningful done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between "the largest employer in Singapore" and some other more successful organisation is the people that makes it up. Enough people believe in the truth of that proposition, and hence choose not to act on it. Hence they get around problems and cover things up. Everyone continues to live their lives peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*the truth is subjective&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5133945730146275561?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5133945730146275561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5133945730146275561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5133945730146275561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5133945730146275561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2009/03/excerpt-from-book-from-2008s-person-of.html' title=''/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-4874022325453748320</id><published>2009-01-11T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:46:06.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fast-food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SWn4DW27I8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/1ku2sesDjro/s1600-h/kfc-fried-chicken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SWn4DW27I8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/1ku2sesDjro/s320/kfc-fried-chicken.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290031973882602434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure almost everybody patronised KFC for dinner before, and many would have the frustrating experience of waiting for a long time to order and collect their food. I went to KFC to takeaway dinner for my family today, and experienced this problem. McDonalds' then came to my mind. They used to have this system too, where the cashier have to double up to serve the customers food. This system is still effective at non-peak hours, where the crowd is not as large, and customers need not endure a long waiting time to get their food. But during peak hours like dinnertime, the plethora of customers would overwhelm the paucity of workers, leading to longer waiting time. Some workers might even panic and commit mistakes, like dropping the food or shortchanging the customer, which would not be good for the company. The former did happen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, their supply chain is failing them. For a start, they could adopt McDonalds' approach, where there is a cashier, and another co-worker packing the food for the customers. This could reduce the waiting time to make an order. The McDonalds' system do have some flaws. The supply of burgers to the worker packing the food is slower than the worker packing the food, hence resulting in a delay. This problem might not happen with KFC, where the workers would just pick up the fried chicken/burger/whatever from this heating shelf. This is a system where KFC can implement to better effect than McDonalds'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the shortening of queue time important to McDonalds', KFC or any fast food chain? They are labelled fast-food restaurants, and literally, are expected to deliver their food fast(but thats not the case). Decreasing the queue time could net potential customers, who were possibly put off by the long time spent queuing and as a result not patronising. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a full-proof solution for the long queue time at fast-food outlets. Additional points to consider would be the pool of workers to carry out the suggested system, and the infrastructure in place in these restaurants, and the cost of implementing these 2 points. But the benefit of a better dining experience for customers and higher revenue for the firm would outweigh the cost. Customers would take some time to get use to any new system, as evident in the case of McDonalds'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-4874022325453748320?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/4874022325453748320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=4874022325453748320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4874022325453748320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4874022325453748320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2009/01/fast-food.html' title='fast-food'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Zni354ecSPI/SWn4DW27I8I/AAAAAAAAAP0/1ku2sesDjro/s72-c/kfc-fried-chicken.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29940697.post-3883021834148899494</id><published>2009-01-06T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:12:13.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>backache</title><content type='html'>I feel that i am of acceptable weight, but i feel fat. The extra weight i piled on accumulates around my stomach, making me look like Santa Claus. Maybe i am exaggerating, but i guess you do get the idea that i am not as lean and fit anymore. So thats where another one of my resolutions come in; to hopefully be able to run a marathon. I don't want to be as thin as before, but i definitely hope i would be a fitter person coming out from army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, i attempted to solidify my case for ROD from the army today. I have a temporary PES E status, which means that if they discover there is nothing wrong with my heart, i have to up PES and go back to Tekong after July. I chaokenged and went for an orthopedic appointment today, in hope that i can down PES for back problems if there is nothing wrong with my heart. I do have chronic backaches, but i confess i inflated the seriousness of it. I am however, unsatisfied with the diagnosis of the specialist. He browsed through my X-ray and declared all clear for me, and that he would not need to see me again. I understand that that was the only conclusion he can draw from the X-ray. But perharps he could do more by referring me to another doctor for another procedure, like what they did for my heart, which can successfully diagnose the root of my pain. Maybe because the organisation does not deem back problems as fatal as heart problems, that they would not be required to bear any responsibilities if it does not involve a human life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-3883021834148899494?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/3883021834148899494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=3883021834148899494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3883021834148899494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3883021834148899494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2009/01/backache.html' title='backache'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-2829088762885554796</id><published>2009-01-04T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:58:15.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>1) To be able to better communicate my ideas through written and spoken english&lt;br /&gt;2) To be more decisive&lt;br /&gt;3) To have a clearer idea of what i want to do in the future&lt;br /&gt;4) Run a marathon (maybe)&lt;br /&gt;5) Lose his excess fats&lt;br /&gt;6) To ROD successfully next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a short entry. And i need to book in again. This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-2829088762885554796?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/2829088762885554796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=2829088762885554796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2829088762885554796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2829088762885554796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2009/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-3839510142649942802</id><published>2009-01-01T22:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:25:46.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of 2008</title><content type='html'>2008 had been a turning point in my life. Many incidents and events altered my perspective towards life. It had been a whirlwind year, where one had the feeling that it was just yesterday when you were training so hard for basketball, pouring through books for your exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year has elapsed since i was jailed, and there is still one more year to go before i will be released. I had been thinking why do i hate this sentence all Singaporean males have to serve, and had another revelation towards it. That the one factor that induces people to be jailed willingly is the desire to protect their loved ones from external hostilities. The warden stressed that we should be kept on our toes in the event that a black swan occurs, that this tiny little prison which maintains good diplomatic ties with everyone is being attacked. What can this inmate who they deem weak and sickly and not allowed to partake in any physical training be of any help to defend the prison? He is being kept there to show the other inmates that the prison is being fair to everybody, that everybody has to serve their time, including weak and sick ones. He is being made an example, a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of prisons. We all know that our friendly neighbourhood watchdog in blues cant even keep a man with a slight limp in his left leg from prison breaking. The government announced that they would bring forward this year's budget to 22th Jan. Their effort to come up with something for the ongoing recession must be applauded. But why 22th Jan? Why not leave it to sometime in February like the previous years?  I feel that it is strategic of the government to bring forward the budget. This would show that the government is concerned about the well being of its people, and doing all it can to help them tide over the tough times. But why don't they choose to have one ASAP(like coming up with one over the weekends) so that the effects of the recession can be mitigated. It would be Stalin-like to demand them to come up with something in a few weeks. Our civil servants used to the slow pace of work in the government would definitely gather at Hong Lim park grumbling about the sudden corporate work pace. Any cowboy, maverick, heroic style of bill drafted in an astonishingly short period of time(like our counterparts across the pacific) would be deemed "Ad-Hoc" and not achieve its purpose of trying to reassure the mass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-3839510142649942802?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/3839510142649942802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=3839510142649942802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3839510142649942802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3839510142649942802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-2008.html' title='end of 2008'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-1593290008580580415</id><published>2008-12-20T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:34:13.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 ending</title><content type='html'>The dark knight is sooo damn awesome. I bought the DVD so i can watch it again and again. 2008 is winding down. I ought to take some time to reflect about the past year, and come up with some attainable resolutions in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-1593290008580580415?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/1593290008580580415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=1593290008580580415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1593290008580580415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1593290008580580415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-ending.html' title='2008 ending'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-8448832405310871322</id><published>2008-11-26T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:31:08.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV bunkmate</title><content type='html'>The TV drama 不凡的爱 ended its run on channel 8 a few days ago. The show is about an AIDS patient, how society treats him after having knowledge of his illness and how he was cared for by his family. While i watched the show, i dismissed it as surreal, and that i would not encounter an AIDS patient ever. I always thought that they would be locked up somewhere, and would not be in contact with the society. How wrong i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only a few days ago when i knew that one of my bunkmate has HIV, and that he was going to ORD soon. He just came back from an operation on his knee, and it was during the operation, when the doctors found out about his illness. My first reaction was typical of a rational human, to steer clear of him so as to minimise any chance(if there was any) of contracting the virus from him. Immediately i stereotyped him with the conventional wisdom i had of an AIDS patient. I wanted to tell CSM, so that he could let me stay out and hence as far away from him as possible. It was self-serving selfish human behaviour in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fortunate that i was not able to do that on impulse, as it was already night time, and CSM was already at home, and me, getting ready to sleep in the bunk with my HIV bunkmate. I calmed myself down and reasoned out the possibilty of getting HIV from the bunkmate. Close to nil, unless he decides to spill his blood on any open wound which i have, or rapes me, both cases unfathomable. I decided not to blow the whistle and trumpet his illness. My medic bunkmate only told a few people about this HIV bunkmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is on MC til next month, when he would ORD. Come to think of it, it might have been the right thing not to tell CSM about this issue. My medic bunkmate was wise enough. CSM would have warned everyone, and people would shun my HIV bunkmate. Soldiers would have acted like aunties in the TV drama, and that would certainly not be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the MO's decision to continue letting him stay with other soldiers even though he has HIV puzzling. They allowed him to stay for about 3 days before giving him MC to stay out. Perharps the MO had to get permission from somebody superior? I don't know. But i pity this guy who has HIV. He is only 21. Many doors are now shut for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SS1cxjQ9mWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OXhiTKc7zCM/s1600-h/red+ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SS1cxjQ9mWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OXhiTKc7zCM/s320/red+ribbon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272972745070451042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-8448832405310871322?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/8448832405310871322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=8448832405310871322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/8448832405310871322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/8448832405310871322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/11/hiv-bunkmate.html' title='HIV bunkmate'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Zni354ecSPI/SS1cxjQ9mWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/OXhiTKc7zCM/s72-c/red+ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29940697.post-6208724544434189599</id><published>2008-11-16T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:34:09.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently, the United States elected a new president. People were saying how historic it is in electing a black person to the most powerful job in the world. The leader of the world's largest economy and most powerful military certainly does yield alot of power. Being colour blind, i believe his win signifies something more than increasing racial equality. Over there, people could really tell their kids they could be anybody you want to be. Their president to be would certainly be the best role model for their kids. That is the good thing about their country. Anybody could be whatever they want to be, as long as they work hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore certainly has a long way to go before we can be as meritocratic as the US. Not that the best and most able is not duly rewarded in our country, but people with better family background do have a higher chance of getting into powerful jobs more often. And the mathematics hold. Imagine our CEO or figurehead is someone who has a stepfather, half sister, African father, mother who had him/her when she was still in college.. Somebody once said that graduates should marry graduates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something i found puzzling initially about McDonald's and Burger King. They now have the extra large burger. Mac got the 4 patties big mac and 2 chicken thighs Mcspicy, while burger king countered with the 2/3/4 patties burger. In bad times, why would people be willing to spend more for a bigger meal? Won't they want to tighten their pockets and prefer a smaller meal? After much thinking, i came to a conclusion that by offering this new meal, these restaurant outlets could trick people that they could have a much fuller and more value for money meal, while the more price conscious could still have their cheaper normal size meal. Its price discrimination at work, discriminating out people who would be willing to pay more for a bigger meal and those who would want to save money. After all, they did not get rid of the cheaper option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i hate serving the nation so much?? I don't hate serving the nation in the past. In fact, i was looking forward to it. To training up physically, firing guns, trek in the jungle, drive tanks, it was what i thought in the past, quite fun. But i never go a chance to do these stuff. Slapped with an unfit for combat tag, i am posted to do no-brainer admin work. Yes, i have learnt much in my time here.. I learnt how to chao keng, how to siam arrows and how to tuang. Its not that bad after all. I am so damn sure these skills would be valuable to me in the future. Honestly, i would not want to bring those set of skills with me into civilian life.. Those are skills which would allow you to survive in such a mundane organisation, but not to the competitive outside world. I would always lament to my CSM(hes a nice guy who would talk cock with you), but he would always say the same stuff. My PES status do not allow me to chiong sua, alot of people would want to be in my position. What the heck, i want to be in their position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-6208724544434189599?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/6208724544434189599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=6208724544434189599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6208724544434189599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6208724544434189599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/11/recently-united-states-elected-new.html' title=''/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-13859507046587205</id><published>2008-10-26T01:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T04:08:00.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am an old man. Just probably 1 hour of recreational basketball rendered me with a stiff neck, body aches and a splitting headache. I am really turning out to be a PES E clerk they made me out to be. They slapped me with an "unfit for combat" tag and ruined my 2 years. I still don't have the "chao keng" mentality, but i guess sooner or later i will become a true PES E clerk physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seldom do i have a topic/theme/title in mind. Being restricted by a boundary stifles imagination, and the whole list of earnest and frank thoughts that would entail. Not that i am taking part in some who wants to be a singing competition judge, but i like to offer some critique normally not said verbally. And i hope a different perspective of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i would like to warn people not to watch butterfly lovers. Its in my honest opinion the other extreme of The Dark Knight. It could have a reason to do with the company i was with at the movie. 21 army personnel watching a romantic flick for cohesion turned it into a comedy, where we were laughing at the lousy acting, poorly co-ordinated martial arts scene and a script which would do well to pass off as some primary school essay. Not that i have something against them, but some people should really stick to being a poster boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, i regretted buying a PSP. I do not fully utilised it. Games don't seem to interest me that much anymore. I only use it to watch shows. This would probably be the last gaming console i ever get. Xbox was also a real waste. I did not really play much of it also. Next time i will be more level-headed when purchasing technology goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years, is sooooo bloody long. Only 9 months plus has elasped. My opinion of this organisation has greatly changed since the day i received the letter asking me to go for a checkup. It used to be all about patriotism, but now its just getting out of it. Unless i can find terms to aptly replace the technical ones, it would not be rational of me to comment on the organisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get a clearer perception of life. Now i know why certain things are that way. One needs to be less stubborn and more opened to different opinions. Not just to know, but to understand what is going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-13859507046587205?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/13859507046587205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=13859507046587205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/13859507046587205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/13859507046587205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-old-man.html' title=''/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-3373066167825739035</id><published>2008-10-12T21:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:42:38.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish i don't need to book in</title><content type='html'>Thanks to bifang for taking that picture. I wasn't standing on a chair or table or whatsoever.. If not my clothes wouldn't look as if they are in the air.. But to be honest, the rim was shorter than the normal rim. It would be a fallacy if i were to be able to dunk on the 10feet rim. I am a pes e clerk who is slowly suffering from the brigade syndrome of growing bellies. I cant fly anymore, or if that's the word they use to describe jumping higher/further. I am just an ordinary person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much do modern people value a person's word? Probably worthless. Maybe a contract has more value. It has a monetary value to it. Even contracts can be broken, as long as you are able to compensate the other party monetarily. Not to mention a promise with no monetary value to it. Human lives can also be valued. Every person's life is valued differently. There are certain criteria to value how much a life is worth. Just ask the actuary who calculates the payout one get from the insurance company.. In their terms, it represents the risk the company would take on to guarantee status quo. But after all, wouldn't that be placing a value on something as sacred as life? So you shouldn't be too surprised if people tells you one week that they would be able to go for a kbox outing, and they other week, they go back on their word.. Promises are nothing, if you follow the argument. Of course, it would not be right to over-generalise matters. To certain individuals, promises still matter alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday's impromptu dinner was kind of fun. Quite unplanned. Planning makes things so predictable, which eliminates the element of surprise. There is the 'invisible hand' which would work things out.. It doesn't just apply to economics! Haha. So far the most effective governments have engaged a free market economy where basic infrastructures are provided, and according to Smith's word, everything else would be settled by the hand which you could not see. Crap, i am linking economics to common everyday scenarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, it is inching closer to 2330 on a Sunday night. Back to the lockup in the middle of cemeteries for me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-3373066167825739035?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/3373066167825739035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=3373066167825739035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3373066167825739035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3373066167825739035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wish-i-dont-need-to-book-in.html' title='I wish i don&apos;t need to book in'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-6716033945269741525</id><published>2008-09-29T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:35:50.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another random thought</title><content type='html'>Singaporean efficiency they call it. The world know knows about the capability of this tiny red dot situated at the apex of the Malaysian peninsula. If the world was a MNC, Singapore would most probably be the best worker in the company. The key word here is "worker". Would one be contended to be a worker all their life? Probably overworked and underpaid, but showered with praises so she would be contented and seek status quo. Of course, there had been the former employees of the year like Japan and Germany, who has risen to the top of the hierarchy with their can do work attitude and abilities. Shareholders like the oil producing companies have their time easy. Reaping profits with minimal work. Will Singapore get promoted anytime soon? Or is she already "henda taki-ng". How do the common worker in the company get promoted to the upper echelons?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-6716033945269741525?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/6716033945269741525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=6716033945269741525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6716033945269741525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6716033945269741525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-random-thought.html' title='Another random thought'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-2150101976801771370</id><published>2008-09-27T23:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:36:26.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dunk!!!</title><content type='html'>I have got lots of stuff going through my head this week.. Can't really remember most of them. Maybe i should keep a notebook with me so i can take down the random idea that comes to my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, lets list them down and see if i can recall the details. Theres f1, marketing, social justice, pricing, lemons and peaches, and what the hell i cant remember already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the button between escape and f2 on ur keyboard.. Its the 1st F1 night race, and its held in Singapore. Its historic must watch and must go, right? Left. It is unprecedented, that's y its labeled 'historic'. As for the must watch and must go.. Advertisement has to play an important part. Nothing is must watch and must go in this world.. Rather, want to watch, or want to go. But how do you convert a luxury into necessity. Marketing is so interesting. It does this, and gives scarcity power to the owner, which allows them to jack up prices. This leads us to pricing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read about this example about this coffee chain which sells exorbitant cuppa coffee. There is this more down to earth example which we gen y or z can relate better to. The price of your bubble tea. Why do the addition of certain top ups or certain flavours of bubble tea cause its price to increase 20-33.33%? Does this different flavour or additional top ups really add 20-33.33% value to the cuppa bubble tea? Or isit the company's way of discriminating the more price sensitive to the less price sensitive. Bubble tea used to cost $3 when i was in primary school, if i did not remember wrongly. Now its about $1.20-$1.50. Did market forces step in to cause firms to earn normal profit in the long run, leading to the price decrease of bubble tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, i keep thinking of things which are happening around. There is this NIE chem teacher i had last time in sec 3 who was so damn pissed that i keep asking her questions in class, that she told me to see her after class and tell me to accept things the way they are. Thats hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i can dunk!!! heheeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SN5aszMgipI/AAAAAAAAALY/3k3nt8ETIPk/s1600-h/bball3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SN5aszMgipI/AAAAAAAAALY/3k3nt8ETIPk/s320/bball3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250733941263993490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-2150101976801771370?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/2150101976801771370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=2150101976801771370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2150101976801771370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2150101976801771370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/09/dunk.html' title='dunk!!!'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Zni354ecSPI/SN5aszMgipI/AAAAAAAAALY/3k3nt8ETIPk/s72-c/bball3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29940697.post-8705408759354713287</id><published>2008-09-22T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T12:06:31.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Finally i am able to park properly. Driving ain't that hard after all. But i guess i would'nt drive to the city anymore. Public transport is so much more convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if people like to do things ad-hoc. Saturday night, S12 had a gathering. Only the location was confirmed, so it wasnt really planned. Not sure if people would like it or not.. But only a few people would be willing to put in effort to plan a gathering, so i guess the free-riders cant have much to grouse about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are in uni, while the guys are serving sentences. We pretty much live different lives. I cant really fathom why the girls are dreading uni, and complaining of the heavy workload. I rather take that then the no-brainer clerical work i am doing now. Same goes with the girls, they lament that we get to serve the nation, get paid and not need to study, like them. I guess the grass is always greener on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that i notice about the spending habits now as compared to perharps a few months ago. Previously we were still students, and our only source of purchasing power was the allowance from our parents, which is not very much. But now, we are sort of like earning an income, although the government calls it "allowance". The greater purchasing power leads us to be more careless about our spending. Less conscious about a few cents. Perharps that will change, when we revert back to being students.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-8705408759354713287?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/8705408759354713287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=8705408759354713287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/8705408759354713287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/8705408759354713287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday.html' title='Saturday'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-4677251022400718395</id><published>2008-09-18T21:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:25:31.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Civic Type R</title><content type='html'>Gosh, i must be growing old liao. I am looking at cars when people my age are looking at girls. Saw a blue one on the road the other day. Its damn cool..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SNJWmEHqxnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/X-LpLuEXxSE/s1600-h/0702ht_01_z%2Bspoon_civic_type_r_4_door%2Bfront_view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SNJWmEHqxnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/X-LpLuEXxSE/s320/0702ht_01_z%2Bspoon_civic_type_r_4_door%2Bfront_view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247351727780972146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SNJVtzCqRiI/AAAAAAAAALI/zjOzO79d3TU/s1600-h/honda_civic_type_r_027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SNJVtzCqRiI/AAAAAAAAALI/zjOzO79d3TU/s320/honda_civic_type_r_027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247350761123890722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-4677251022400718395?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/4677251022400718395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=4677251022400718395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4677251022400718395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4677251022400718395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/09/civic-type-r.html' title='Civic Type R'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Zni354ecSPI/SNJWmEHqxnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/X-LpLuEXxSE/s72-c/0702ht_01_z%2Bspoon_civic_type_r_4_door%2Bfront_view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29940697.post-9148137755705505470</id><published>2008-09-09T20:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:03:03.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pyrotechnics display</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SMZyx1yJdDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_F71Tfavo_I/s1600-h/n826237387_1260217_3522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SMZyx1yJdDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_F71Tfavo_I/s320/n826237387_1260217_3522.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244005016696091698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SMZyyHZ1r4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/oVrqaf0GR2o/s1600-h/n826237387_1260239_567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SMZyyHZ1r4I/AAAAAAAAAK4/oVrqaf0GR2o/s320/n826237387_1260239_567.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244005021425971074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How nice.. Only for an instant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-9148137755705505470?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/9148137755705505470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=9148137755705505470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/9148137755705505470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/9148137755705505470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/09/pyrotechnics-display.html' title='pyrotechnics display'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Zni354ecSPI/SMZyx1yJdDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_F71Tfavo_I/s72-c/n826237387_1260217_3522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29940697.post-5916681404349682255</id><published>2008-09-07T03:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:35:57.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>I sounded bold and brazen. How could one man change the world? But i will try to do my tiny part, to make it a little bit better than it used to be, before i say goodbye to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5916681404349682255?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5916681404349682255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5916681404349682255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5916681404349682255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5916681404349682255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/09/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5193708244917820793</id><published>2008-09-05T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T12:15:42.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BB BBDC</title><content type='html'>I was late for the warm up. The instructor was breathing down my neck, lamenting that if i would have came earlier, he would not have been so rush. It started raining. Then it got heavier. I was kinda worried, because i heard that normally when it is raining, people would normally fail the TP test. I was really nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the second last to leave the waiting room. The tester, a stern grouchy old man told me to follow him. He only revealed the test route, test route 10 when i was in the car. I realise i forgot to lock the doors, but did not proceed to lock, hoping that the tester would not know. He did not realise it. Shortly upon moving off, he tapped, and i applied the emergency brake. Damn, i did not see it coming, and was startled by it. Luckily, i was able to stop in time. I encountered abit of problem with my vertical parking.. I realise the car was too much to the right, hence i did another additional manoeuvre to align the car in the centre of the lot. 2 point. On the slope, i was not able to get moving on the 1st attempt. I stomped on the break and tried again. 2 points. I was getting jelly all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i made a left turn out of the school, i saw a heavy vehicle. Looks like a 10 tonner to me. I overtook it, so that the tester could not penalise me for failure to overtake slow moving vehicles. Then, was the U-turn. Damn, i thought i did quite well, but after i got the results, i saw that i got 2 points there. Along some road, damn, there was another L plate car infront of me. I was like cursing and swearing at that noob driver who was driving at snail's pace. So i attempted to overtake it, but wth, there was another L plate car infront of it, and i was quite near a hump.. So i abandon the overtaking manoeuvre. I was like thinking its a damn gone case liao. Should be fail liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited at the tester's office.. He came over with my result slip, and made some inaudible noise. I took the result slip from him, and damn it. 18points. WTH, i passed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5193708244917820793?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5193708244917820793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5193708244917820793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5193708244917820793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5193708244917820793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/09/bb-bbdc.html' title='BB BBDC'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5002940496858934825</id><published>2008-08-25T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:48:16.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queensway shopping centre</title><content type='html'>Its pretty much a duopoly for the shoe business at Queensway shopping centre. One can see many shops selling shoes, but in actual fact, the satellite shops are controlled by two bigger players, distincted as the chinese and the indians. You could try requesting a shoe at one of the chinese or indian shops, and if it is not available at that outlet, the sales assistant would whizz off to another of its shop to look for the shoe. Of course, there are other players in the market, like the sports link spin-off, sports interlink, and the shop selling all things related to football. It would be pointless to try to find a shop selling shoes at a lower price at queensway, when its a duopoly. Price competition would not be wise in a market structure like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5002940496858934825?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5002940496858934825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5002940496858934825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5002940496858934825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5002940496858934825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/08/queensway-shopping-centre.html' title='Queensway shopping centre'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-2052750463101151583</id><published>2008-08-16T19:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:05:40.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>19</title><content type='html'>You're 19. Old enough to be a father, yet too young to be an adult. You have two years. Twenty four months for you to waste your life away, in somewhere where seniority triumps capability. Family surpasses ability. Not a nice place to be in when you are always the lowest lifeform around, and no opportunity is given to you to climb up the ladder. You ponder, what are you going to do in the future. Not in two years time, not in five years time. What do you want to do in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two years time, i will enter some institute of higher education to prepare me for the remaining years of my life. The route is fixed up to five years. But after that, what happens? These past seven months of zhuobolaning has given me ample time to ponder on the path to embark on later on. The intrinsic details would not be penned down. But whatever i do, there is one thing which i aim to achieve. I want to change the world. For the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-2052750463101151583?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/2052750463101151583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=2052750463101151583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2052750463101151583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2052750463101151583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/08/19.html' title='19'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5235830578167335263</id><published>2008-07-20T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:11:01.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dark knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SIL7BhCkr7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/WSCIbIoz6CU/s1600-h/the+dark+knight.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SIL7BhCkr7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/WSCIbIoz6CU/s320/the+dark+knight.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225014521170800562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, ha, ha. Why so serious???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The inclusion of two face harvey made the great storyline awesome. IMO, the villians outdid the hero. The joker was really sadistic. The most sicko villian i ever seen. He caused godzillas of destruction. Two face was the classical good guy to bad guy. Like he said, you either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become a villain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better than spiderman 1 i think, albeit there being no romantic scenes. There was even more action than transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this, www.whysoserious.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5235830578167335263?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5235830578167335263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5235830578167335263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5235830578167335263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5235830578167335263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-knight.html' title='the dark knight'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Zni354ecSPI/SIL7BhCkr7I/AAAAAAAAAKo/WSCIbIoz6CU/s72-c/the+dark+knight.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29940697.post-6153960048457602943</id><published>2008-07-11T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:04:32.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Ant Forces</title><content type='html'>There are many ant nests around. Some bigger than others. Some containing more ants than others. Some with better instruments to defend themselves from other colonies than others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this particular nest, there are different types of ants. In this nest, male ants, upon reaching the ripe age of 18 days old gets recruited into the Super Ant Forces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red ones, the fittest of the ants are the elite ones. The are able to crawl 2.4dm in under 9.15 seconds. They can glide down from trees, go underwater, do watever crazy stunts deemed as suicidal by the other type of ants. They do everything, for honour and glory, and have the respect of all the other ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The khaki (or golden as they like to be called) ants are only slightly behind the red ants in terms of physical capability. They are more rational and do less crazy stunts than the red ones. They train as hard as the red ants, but are always behind them. They are always ready to strike, anywhere, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black (or olive green) ants are the cavaliers of the colony. Swift and decisive, they operate vehicles with mass firepower, and are the frontline when attacking other ant nests. One distinctive feature of black ants is that all of them are able to consume wild boars and pigs, compared to most of the law enforcement ants, and fire fighting ants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green ants, are the meat bags when the Super Ant Forces engage with other colonies. You see them almost everywhere. They number the most. They forge ahead, defending the colony with courage, strength, and tenacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also the blue ants. They are supposed to support the red, khaki, black and green ants when they engaged with enemy ants. They are supposedly the backbone and integral part of the Super Ant Forces. Without them, the other ants would be said to not be able to defend the colony properly. They are told this so they would be able to take pride in themselves. But the other ants view them as chao keng, even though some of them would like to be ants of other colours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also other different types of ants in this ant nest. There are the flying ants, the swimming ants, the law enforcement ants, and the fire fighting ants. They have a much better life, compared to the red khaki black green and blue ants with the exception of the swimming ants. Flying ants and law enforcement ants get to go their own cell everyday while the rest have to stay in the Super Ant Forces camps. Fire fighting ants work one day and gets two days of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever, this Super Ant Forces is just wayang. They would not be able to resist enemy attacks if the enemy does indeed want to attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-6153960048457602943?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/6153960048457602943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=6153960048457602943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6153960048457602943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6153960048457602943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/07/super-ant-forces.html' title='Super Ant Forces'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-6654275889319424560</id><published>2008-06-19T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:11:03.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>翻滚吧！蛋炒饭</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SFpinzGrcjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VzGjKJmvw20/s1600-h/genie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/SFpinzGrcjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VzGjKJmvw20/s320/genie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213587954507412018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;卓文萱&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-6654275889319424560?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/6654275889319424560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=6654275889319424560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6654275889319424560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6654275889319424560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_19.html' title='翻滚吧！蛋炒饭'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Zni354ecSPI/SFpinzGrcjI/AAAAAAAAAKY/VzGjKJmvw20/s72-c/genie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29940697.post-7548717947717656357</id><published>2008-06-18T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:18:29.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dangerous</title><content type='html'>Rage is something which can make you do stupid things. Control your temper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-7548717947717656357?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/7548717947717656357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=7548717947717656357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7548717947717656357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7548717947717656357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/06/dangerous.html' title='dangerous'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-7478795070141390309</id><published>2008-06-17T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:14:45.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ridiculous</title><content type='html'>I heard something ridiculous just now. A civil servant getting 13 months bonus seh. And the justification was petrochem companies paying 24-26 months bonus. I will just state wat i heard.. wont comment anything else, except my opinion that this is ridiculous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-7478795070141390309?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/7478795070141390309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=7478795070141390309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7478795070141390309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7478795070141390309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/06/ridiculous.html' title='ridiculous'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-1167376835217397098</id><published>2008-06-13T20:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T20:28:39.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its called the free rider problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-1167376835217397098?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/1167376835217397098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=1167376835217397098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1167376835217397098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1167376835217397098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-called-free-rider-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-6789282702576924883</id><published>2008-06-08T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:45:28.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$$</title><content type='html'>Hai, i am spending $$ like drinking water. Keep topping up my bbdc account to book lessons. Need to earn some back le. Starting next week will be getting bz again le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about the frens i had. Could categorise them into a few categories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary school - Don't really noe them well, cos also dumb dumb de initially, but there were my first few frens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1 and 2 - Nice ppl to be with. Co-ed. Feel really at ease with them. But had very distinct cliches that time. For eg, not mixing much with hansel and gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3 and 4 - Very fun bunch of guys. Note the word 'guys'. Had alot of fun with them. Nub, ZC and ZK always organised get togethers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J1 and J2 - Feel like more grown up le, wont have as much senseless fun as sec school frens. Dont noe y, sort of feel obliged to get them together, but mostly to no avail. Nonetheless, gives me a great sense of achievement when manage to get them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army - Like grown up liao sia. Not like in school, there are a wide variety of ppl here. Ppl coming from all sorts of background, with one common goal. ORD!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-6789282702576924883?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/6789282702576924883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=6789282702576924883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6789282702576924883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6789282702576924883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='$$$$'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5299403552626926954</id><published>2008-06-03T11:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:14:30.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There seems to be something wrong with my blogger. I cant access it at home. Going to change the blog skin soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my 1st driving lesson yesterday. It was quite fun. If nothing goes wrong, i would get my license on the 5th of September.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5299403552626926954?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5299403552626926954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5299403552626926954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5299403552626926954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5299403552626926954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-seems-to-be-something-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-6738831804289075540</id><published>2008-05-29T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:11:00.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suck thumb</title><content type='html'>I just suck my thumb. In jail, and out of it. I don't suggest ideas or make decisions. I just suck thumb and follow them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-6738831804289075540?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/6738831804289075540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=6738831804289075540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6738831804289075540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6738831804289075540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/05/suck-thumb.html' title='suck thumb'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-7189815554577262274</id><published>2008-05-26T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T19:14:01.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You made me learn how to hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-7189815554577262274?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/7189815554577262274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=7189815554577262274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7189815554577262274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7189815554577262274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-made-me-learn-how-to-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-8256455490986155611</id><published>2008-05-15T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:47:34.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese killing in Aceh - 2004 Aceh earthquake&lt;br /&gt;Killing of monks in Myanmar - Cyclone Nargis&lt;br /&gt;Massacre of pro independence Tibetans - Si Chuan Earthquake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature has its way of repaying questionable acts. Tenfold. Maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-8256455490986155611?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/8256455490986155611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=8256455490986155611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/8256455490986155611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/8256455490986155611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/05/chinese-killing-in-aceh-2004-aceh.html' title=''/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-4266734225386590338</id><published>2008-05-08T20:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T20:54:59.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Price of pride - &gt;22000 bodies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-4266734225386590338?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/4266734225386590338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=4266734225386590338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4266734225386590338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4266734225386590338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-do-you-strive-so-hard-for-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-2237585752089765496</id><published>2008-04-29T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:07:53.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>王伟建，就是这样。保持微笑，你做得很好。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-2237585752089765496?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/2237585752089765496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=2237585752089765496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2237585752089765496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2237585752089765496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-2417484383610499437</id><published>2008-04-24T23:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T00:04:15.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bukit gombak</title><content type='html'>Before i went to bbdc, i had a lot of time, hence i walked ard gombak central. Its quite different from when i last been there. Maybe i couldnt recall much about my childhood, but there are definately much more shops at the central thr. I saw my kindergarden, and saw the basketball court in front of it. My memory of that basketball court was that i only had strength to shoot from under the basket, and even that, i couldnt make any shots. Perharps 2 or 3 baskets. I still remember playing with a sling toy.. Cos it was under that void deck beside the basketball court where it got stuck, and i kept trying to make it unstuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-2417484383610499437?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/2417484383610499437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=2417484383610499437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2417484383610499437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2417484383610499437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/04/bukit-gombak.html' title='bukit gombak'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-1732236645482120423</id><published>2008-04-20T01:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T01:21:08.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faster ord</title><content type='html'>I question the reason for my existence. Am i alive, to be breathing?&lt;br /&gt;Or??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-1732236645482120423?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/1732236645482120423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=1732236645482120423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1732236645482120423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1732236645482120423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/04/faster-ord.html' title='faster ord'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-64303243595590821</id><published>2008-04-10T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T09:06:51.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>好伤心。真的好伤心...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-64303243595590821?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/64303243595590821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=64303243595590821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/64303243595590821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/64303243595590821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_10.html' title=''/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-321632236269018225</id><published>2008-04-03T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T21:27:46.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>变</title><content type='html'>唯一不会变的，就是变。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-321632236269018225?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/321632236269018225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=321632236269018225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/321632236269018225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/321632236269018225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='变'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-2552914014334208028</id><published>2008-04-01T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:20:27.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-2552914014334208028?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/2552914014334208028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=2552914014334208028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2552914014334208028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2552914014334208028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-april-fools-day.html' title=''/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-2456368495645612107</id><published>2008-03-29T22:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:42:15.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regrets</title><content type='html'>I always believe in living without regrets. But i am afraid that is not the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only i had the courage&lt;br /&gt;If only i could give up&lt;br /&gt;If only i knew my strengths&lt;br /&gt;If only i followed my heart&lt;br /&gt;If only i didnt care about other's opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things would have been different.&lt;br /&gt;So, how to right the wrongs?&lt;br /&gt;Let me invent a time machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of course is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;So.... Move on............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-2456368495645612107?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/2456368495645612107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=2456368495645612107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2456368495645612107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2456368495645612107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/03/regrets.html' title='regrets'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5561352613944589172</id><published>2008-03-27T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:36:08.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>如果有一天&lt;br /&gt;我回到从前&lt;br /&gt;回到最原始的我&lt;br /&gt;你是否会觉得我不错&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices are rising faster than wages. If nothing is to be done, there would be the wage price spiral, and eventually we would be carrying a basket of cash to the market for 1 miserly egg. Coupled with the recent oil price hike and the even more recent food shortages, prices would sky rocket to the outer space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5561352613944589172?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5561352613944589172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5561352613944589172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5561352613944589172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5561352613944589172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-2066467363830350032</id><published>2008-03-25T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T23:33:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy</title><content type='html'>I predict i will be getting busy soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-2066467363830350032?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/2066467363830350032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=2066467363830350032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2066467363830350032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2066467363830350032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/03/busy.html' title='busy'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-8501719729770621949</id><published>2008-03-22T01:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:11:05.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/R-PvJGfmWDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SAhZmXJtV0Y/s1600-h/DSCN1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/R-PvJGfmWDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SAhZmXJtV0Y/s320/DSCN1574.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180246936047212594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/R-PvJmfmWEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yKBefQ-Jz4s/s1600-h/DSCN2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/R-PvJmfmWEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yKBefQ-Jz4s/s320/DSCN2139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180246944637147202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;outside taiwan 101&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/R-PvKGfmWFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/cAXTG5mdp48/s1600-h/DSCN1605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/R-PvKGfmWFI/AAAAAAAAAKA/cAXTG5mdp48/s320/DSCN1605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180246953227081810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/R-PvKmfmWGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/b9W881TULZw/s1600-h/DSCN1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/R-PvKmfmWGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/b9W881TULZw/s320/DSCN1708.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180246961817016418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;queen's head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/R-PvK2fmWHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_7J_BA7R8Nk/s1600-h/DSCN2034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/R-PvK2fmWHI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/_7J_BA7R8Nk/s320/DSCN2034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180246966111983730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro and 2 sis. this is more exciting than the 1 in genting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures from the grad nite, and trip to taiwan a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt so bored that i started looking at pictures taken last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-8501719729770621949?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/8501719729770621949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=8501719729770621949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/8501719729770621949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/8501719729770621949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-pictures.html' title='some pictures'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Zni354ecSPI/R-PvJGfmWDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/SAhZmXJtV0Y/s72-c/DSCN1574.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29940697.post-6262506229006854510</id><published>2008-03-16T21:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:16:19.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid</title><content type='html'>Hai. Sometimes i wonder y do we have to waste 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could have been 1 year 10 mths. But its 2 years. Then y do we take NAPFA test for when we still have waste 2 more months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-6262506229006854510?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/6262506229006854510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=6262506229006854510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6262506229006854510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6262506229006854510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/03/stupid.html' title='stupid'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-2864948252732931856</id><published>2008-03-15T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T00:05:01.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silence means consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont wander mindlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Get a compass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-2864948252732931856?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/2864948252732931856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=2864948252732931856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2864948252732931856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2864948252732931856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/03/silence-means-consent.html' title=''/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-8135236414676907359</id><published>2008-03-08T03:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T03:10:13.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncontented people</title><content type='html'>Is your aim getting 4'A's? Getting an 'A' for GP? 'A's for all your H3 subjects? &lt;br /&gt;Or do you just want to be better than others?&lt;br /&gt;For some, the target is not what they set. Its what others achieve.&lt;br /&gt;Then what for do you set a target? &lt;br /&gt;To grumble at the end of the day when you meet or exceed your target because people are better than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be satisfied..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-8135236414676907359?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/8135236414676907359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=8135236414676907359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/8135236414676907359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/8135236414676907359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/03/uncontented-people.html' title='uncontented people'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-3444182503015793584</id><published>2008-03-06T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T19:32:54.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope for the best</title><content type='html'>I just passed my basic theory yesterday. It was kind of easy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life will change tommorrow. For the worse or for the better.. I dont know yet. No use praying either, only can mentally prepare myself for the worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-3444182503015793584?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/3444182503015793584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=3444182503015793584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3444182503015793584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3444182503015793584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/03/hope-for-best.html' title='Hope for the best'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5554798482818846107</id><published>2008-03-02T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:13:17.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sambal stingray</title><content type='html'>I juz came back from stingray bbq at louis house. The all guys(except waikuan) gathering was quite fun, haha. sambal stingray was very nice.. but louis bought abit too much. He bought 2 and a half stingray sia. The food was awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wanted to say that all guys outings are quite fun. Theres no restriction on the language, manners, etiquette and activity. Afterall, i think only guys would be willing to marinate stingrays wif sambal and bbq them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5554798482818846107?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5554798482818846107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5554798482818846107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5554798482818846107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5554798482818846107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/03/sambal-stingray.html' title='sambal stingray'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-1452246215453258272</id><published>2008-02-27T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T20:36:58.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>无聊</title><content type='html'>好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷好闷&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-1452246215453258272?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/1452246215453258272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=1452246215453258272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1452246215453258272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1452246215453258272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_27.html' title='无聊'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-8577445245003061779</id><published>2008-02-24T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T02:35:38.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>改变</title><content type='html'>我觉得我的生命有了新的方向。不再是死读书，读死书。至少不在呢这两年内。哈哈。我想努力赚钱，以后可以当作大学生活费。赚钱好辛苦呀！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-8577445245003061779?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/8577445245003061779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=8577445245003061779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/8577445245003061779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/8577445245003061779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_24.html' title='改变'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-1353439936583329472</id><published>2008-02-16T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:59:42.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lame name hidden meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Alvin Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very hyper. You never slow down, even when it's killing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who can be a workaholic during the day... and still have the energy to party all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your energy is definitely a magnet for those around you. People are addicted to your vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tis from sk's blog. kinda of true, kinda false. then i decided to try another name to see whether its reliable or nt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Iduntellu Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are balanced, orderly, and organized. You like your ducks in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are powerful and competent, especially in the workplace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can see you as stubborn and headstrong. You definitely have a dominant personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very lucky person. Things just always seem to go your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because you're so lucky, you don't really have a lot of worries. You just hope for the best in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sometimes a little guilty of being greedy. Spread your luck around a little to people who need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. so my conclusion is tt its kinda dumb sia. i think they repeat some sentences 1 lo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i feel sooo fortunate. Dont noe y. I feel lucky to be alive and well, being able do things people my age do. I feel indebted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-1353439936583329472?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/1353439936583329472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=1353439936583329472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1353439936583329472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1353439936583329472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/02/lame-name-hidden-meaning.html' title='lame name hidden meaning'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5512707215444860856</id><published>2008-02-14T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T21:27:30.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>好闷</title><content type='html'>在camp好闷呀。 大家都book out le。&lt;br /&gt;闷死我了！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5512707215444860856?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5512707215444860856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5512707215444860856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5512707215444860856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5512707215444860856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='好闷'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-2267263902739825559</id><published>2008-01-18T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:40:57.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prisoners' dilema</title><content type='html'>The classical prisoner's dilemma (PD) is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two suspects, A and B, are arrested by the police. The police have insufficient evidence for a conviction, and, having separated both prisoners, visit each of them to offer the same deal: if one testifies for the prosecution against the other and the other remains silent, the betrayer goes free and the silent accomplice receives the full 10-year sentence. If both remain silent, both prisoners are sentenced to only six months in jail for a minor charge. If each betrays the other, each receives a five-year sentence. Each prisoner must make the choice of whether to betray the other or to remain silent. However, neither prisoner knows for sure what choice the other prisoner will make. So this dilemma poses the question: How should the prisoners act? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extract above was taken from wikepedia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I copied and paste the extract so people can have a rough idea on what the prisoners' dilema was about. Anyway, i have a slightly modified of this theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, in a place called wussyland, a bunch of wussies were detained by the police on suspicion of murdering a man. They were all grilled individually, and forced to admit that they were the murderer. But sad to say, none of them admitted. According to wussy law, if none of the wussies admit to the crime, all of them will be charged with murder and will be hanged. But if one wussy admits to the crime, the person who admits will be charged with murder, and he himself will be hanged. After that, they were all placed in the same cell. Naturally, they got together to discuss what to do. Wussy Sari suggested to get 1 person to own up, so that only he will get charged, while the rest(including the real murderer) would be released. Some wussies were agreeable to the idea, while others were'nt. So wussy Sari got together wif those wussies who were agreeable to the idea, and wanted the other wussies to take the rap. He went around persuading these other wussies that he will engage the best lawyers to fight the case, and help acquit the scapegoat. Rather than all the wussy suspects die, one wussy decided to take the rap after much persuasion from wussy Sari. After all Sari did promise him to get him out free. So this wussy(not the real murderer) took the rap, and had to go to court. True to his promise, wussy Sari did help the wussy who took the rap to engage the best lawyers, but were only able to help reduce the charge to manslaughter, while the real murderer got away scotsfree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, justice was not done. An innocent wussy was being punished for doing something he did not do. Also some other wussies instead of helping to find out the real murdererer, joined in to coerce this wussy to take the rap, so that they would not be hanged, while they themselves were not willing to take the rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long and boring story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-2267263902739825559?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/2267263902739825559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=2267263902739825559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2267263902739825559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2267263902739825559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2008/01/prisoners-dilema.html' title='prisoners&apos; dilema'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-6670263200966487588</id><published>2007-11-20T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:11:05.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back</title><content type='html'>I saved the template onto my com n deleted it after i got back my physics paper 3 prelims sia. haha. it was seriously a big big big piece of shit, tts wat drove me to desperate measures which includes deleting dota too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, A's over for now. Finally can close the most horrid chapter of my 18 year life. Hm. Many years later will probably look to this part of my life as the most down moment, where nothing i do succeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Learnt tt if u r clinging on to a small small minute hope, life will be very tiring for u. morale of the story: learn to let go. 拿的起 放得下. haha, bt thrs nothin to 拿起 in the 1st place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuff said bout sad stuff. Hm, gg to have chalet tml. looking forward to it, haha, esp slacking wif the guys. I suck big time at bball nw.. though the moves r still there, the stamina is totally gone. even shooting for fun is tiring. DAMN! i cant last even a 11 ball game. crap lor. gg to exercise soon, after done wif chalet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/R0Lm1AOu6CI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IiT7FaZG0ZE/s1600-h/lalala.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/R0Lm1AOu6CI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IiT7FaZG0ZE/s320/lalala.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134920323425036322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute emoticon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-6670263200966487588?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/6670263200966487588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=6670263200966487588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6670263200966487588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6670263200966487588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/11/back.html' title='back'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Zni354ecSPI/R0Lm1AOu6CI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/IiT7FaZG0ZE/s72-c/lalala.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29940697.post-7868947394332619903</id><published>2007-09-17T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T12:53:24.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late for econs p1</title><content type='html'>Haha, today thr was a massive jam at bukit timah area. Hm. The cause was nt an accident, bt rather ithink 2 ppl were quarrelling lor, and the police came in. Wth lor, the whole road was almost nt moving at a point cos of some childish individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, i thought over the weekend, the more i think, the less confident i m for econs essay. I keep thinkin of the things tt i forget to write lor. Wth lor, if only i wrote those, i wld have gotten higher marks. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-7868947394332619903?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/7868947394332619903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=7868947394332619903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7868947394332619903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7868947394332619903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/09/late-for-econs-p1.html' title='late for econs p1'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-2264829545149455681</id><published>2007-09-13T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T13:35:47.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chem paper 3</title><content type='html'>fail. confirm guranteee plus chop n warranty. if i manage to pass chem p3 i will walk down orchard road naked. Haha, i only did 3 qns outta 4qns. plus somemore i also dont noe the organic identity parts. so in actual fact, i did less than half the paper. I dont think i will expect to pass with 36 outta 80, cos i think i got only i think 38 m worth marking. the rest r crap. and i m nt some super genius nt to gt any careless mistakes outta the 38m. Hai, i really have poor time management. Phy like tt, econs like tt, maths like tt, nw chem also like tt. All nv finish lor. Haha, bt i m quite confident for econs n maths.. Barring any glaring careless mistakes, shld b able to gt an acceptable grade. Tis chem paper 3 was one of the shittiest paper i ever did, up thr wif tis yr's phy n econs ct2, n last yr's maths ct1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-2264829545149455681?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/2264829545149455681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=2264829545149455681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2264829545149455681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2264829545149455681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/09/chem-paper-3.html' title='Chem paper 3'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5612830048121497700</id><published>2007-09-10T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:19:04.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phy p3</title><content type='html'>Hai. Kind of screwed. i didnt do 24m of section b lor.. So in actual fact, i did 56/80. But i think i got qn 1 wrong also, which is 8m. So the most i can gt is 48/80. Summore got some parts i quite uncertain, esp the lasers n semicon, dont noe i gt crap well enuff nt. Hope i can gt at least 36/80 to pass ba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5612830048121497700?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5612830048121497700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5612830048121497700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5612830048121497700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5612830048121497700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/09/phy-p3.html' title='phy p3'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-4476009091586112454</id><published>2007-09-07T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T10:00:38.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lalala</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 24% Emo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/emo-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely not emo, but you do understand emo people a little. You are introspective, but not to the point of driving yourself crazy.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouemoquiz/"&gt;Are You Emo?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Realist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanoptimistorpessimistquiz/realist.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see the glass as half empty or half full. You see what's exactly in the glass.&lt;br /&gt;You never try to make a bad situation seem better than it is...&lt;br /&gt;But you also never sabotage any good things you have going on.&lt;br /&gt;You are brutally honest in your assessments of situations - and this always seems to help you cope.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanoptimistorpessimistquiz/"&gt;Are You An Optimist or Pessimist?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 44% Slacker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouaslackerquiz/slacker-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit of a slacker - though you can pull it together and live a somewhat normal life.&lt;br /&gt;If you're young, this is probably phase you'll outgrow. And if you're already grown up, you need to get off the couch a bit more!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaslackerquiz/"&gt;Are You a Slacker?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Would Choose Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/wouldyouchooseloveormoneyquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money may buy a little happiness, but not the happiness of true love.&lt;br /&gt;You rather have a true soulmate than a private jet.&lt;br /&gt;And while many people may claim they would choose love too...&lt;br /&gt;You're one of the few who would really do it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyouchooseloveormoneyquiz/"&gt;Would You Choose Love or Money?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Bad Liar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouagoodliarquiz/liar-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, but no one is really believing any of your lies. &lt;br /&gt;You're going to have to chill out and practice a lot before you can really deceive effectively.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodliarquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Liar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Cyclops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/cyclops.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated and responsible, you will always remain loyal to your cause.&lt;br /&gt;You are a commanding leader - after all, you can kill someone just by looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power: force beams from your eyes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, some quizes to past time. haha, i think i got cyclops cos i said jean grey was the sexiest. claudia got jean grey cos she said cyclops was the sexiest. haha, gooo try the xmen 1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-4476009091586112454?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/4476009091586112454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=4476009091586112454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4476009091586112454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4476009091586112454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/09/lalala.html' title='lalala'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-1805944644322901166</id><published>2007-09-05T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T11:44:16.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>very very weird dream</title><content type='html'>Its seldom tt i remb dreams, so i think i shld pen it down incase i forget abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. i dream tt i was in ancient China, then i was Tie Guai Li, one of the 8 immortals, then i was with Lan Cai He and Lu dong bin. The funny thing is He Xian Gu was following us, I dont noe y, she resembled Xiao Long Nu frm Shen Diao Xia Lu. Then i realise Lu Dong Bin looked like Yang Guo. Hm, we were walking somewhr along a bridge near the Chang Jiang or Huang He. The waves were very huge. Then He Xian Gu finally caught up, and she n Lu Dong bin were talking, so me and Lan Cai He decided to walk on. Then we reached the end of the bridge, whr infront was juz the river. Then i was wondering hw do u cross it. Then Lan Cai He said to use the stepping stones on the riverto gt tothe other side, so she did it with ease. Then i tried to cross it, bt some hw i was stuck in the middle, on one of the stepping stones. Then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat a funny dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-1805944644322901166?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/1805944644322901166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=1805944644322901166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1805944644322901166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1805944644322901166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/09/very-very-weird-dream.html' title='very very weird dream'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-7327407853694134676</id><published>2007-09-05T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:50:50.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old man</title><content type='html'>hai, i feel like an old man liao. Only play 2 hrs of badminton and i cant walk properly already. It doesnt help tt i played barefooted, nw my sole aching whenever i walk. The leg muscles also aching like shit. Old liao la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-7327407853694134676?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/7327407853694134676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=7327407853694134676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7327407853694134676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7327407853694134676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/09/old-man.html' title='old man'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-4939799297147835516</id><published>2007-09-01T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T23:10:37.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thought</title><content type='html'>Juz nw as i was doing maths, i dont noe y, started to think about anderson. Haha, i remb when i 1st went in n when i left, the compound was soo different. The field has changed, the cls rooms have changed. Hm. Nw the principal has changed. It seems soo different frm the anderson i knew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-4939799297147835516?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/4939799297147835516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=4939799297147835516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4939799297147835516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4939799297147835516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-thought.html' title='random thought'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5743522895349164857</id><published>2007-08-27T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T17:46:35.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brugada syndrome</title><content type='html'>the title says it all. I went to NUH for NS checkup. Did and ECG test and the doc says i have 1% chance of having the brugada syndrome. Its hereditary, bt i dont have any family history abt it. He nids more tests to verify it, cos he says i m very skinny and the abnormality in the ECG test could be due to interference wif my bones. Hai. I dont wanna live till 100, bt i dont wanna die soo soon yet. not when i have soo many things left undone. Its frustrating. This uncertainty of not knowing wat is gonna happen to u. I really hope maths works. Sometimes i have been thinking, if only you could life for juz 1 more day, wat would u do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5743522895349164857?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5743522895349164857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5743522895349164857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5743522895349164857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5743522895349164857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/08/brugada-syndrome.html' title='brugada syndrome'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-275126960866200739</id><published>2007-08-26T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T12:51:23.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read newspapers</title><content type='html'>Hoho, 2day's straits times interview some ppl above 100. Haha, i wonder wat isit like to live til soo old, when u outlive ur frens and family. ppl gt close to u becos u r an elderly citizen, and they somewhat pity u. life will gt sooo lonely. the things tt u gotten soo used to in ur life has changed soo much. I definately wont wanna life till 100.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-275126960866200739?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/275126960866200739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=275126960866200739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/275126960866200739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/275126960866200739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/08/read-newspapers.html' title='read newspapers'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-6527294814016360428</id><published>2007-08-22T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T05:12:38.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life sucks</title><content type='html'>LIFE SUCKS!!! aka mz. I have learnt that, as you grow older, you should expect less from ppl and more frm urself. ppl will also expect more of you. age comes with responsibility. hai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-6527294814016360428?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/6527294814016360428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=6527294814016360428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6527294814016360428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6527294814016360428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/08/life-sucks.html' title='life sucks'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-3510866257179555784</id><published>2007-08-19T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T02:00:00.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soo funny</title><content type='html'>These few days i have been looking thru a few blogs, like steven lim's, xiaxue, and lzb's blog. Haha, had a great laugh looking at them bitching about 1 another. ok, mayb lzb nv bitch soo much, bt its soo funny looking at her pics. haha. steven lim's one is damn hillarious, wif soo many funny videos of him.. Sometimes he remind me of roy. Perharps roy will b like him 1 day?? haha, bt i think roy wont b soo daring, haha. and its really funny reading xiaxue, abt hw she bitch ard. of the 3 i think her's is the most proper. She uses proper english, and talk sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i changed the song to 路小雨. Its frm jay chou's movie 不能说的秘密. It doesnt have lyrics. I like one part of the piece. Heard it somewhr, i think in the fri 1130pm chn u show, angel lover. anyway, its a nice piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-3510866257179555784?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/3510866257179555784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=3510866257179555784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3510866257179555784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3510866257179555784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/08/soo-funny.html' title='soo funny'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-374186247065210862</id><published>2007-08-17T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T21:01:08.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bio project video</title><content type='html'>Hi ppl, zc recently sent me these videos of our bio grp presentation last time. damn funny lor, had a great laugh relieving the moments. Haha, u can take a look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/97Tf-MmFYV8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/97Tf-MmFYV8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan striping, haha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCTZuElqOtQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCTZuElqOtQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. nuthin much in tis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OPXSY1QoTWA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OPXSY1QoTWA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, tis is really crappy lor. damn damn funny and nonsensical.. i m in it too, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-374186247065210862?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/374186247065210862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=374186247065210862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/374186247065210862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/374186247065210862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/08/bio-project-video.html' title='bio project video'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29940697.post-8180157967664635634</id><published>2007-08-17T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:47:12.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><content type='html'>I started stdyin since 7. took a dinner break frm 8-9, then do until nw my eyes wan close liao. freak sia, i feel like i waste lots of time lor. cos its like i spend 3hrs to do 4 stupid dumb modern phy qns. i didnt realise actually nuclear phy's calculation can be soo hard.. kind of pissed liao lor. cos they kip asking us find the mass of uranium needed. i nid to think bout like 15-20 min b4 i can figure it out la. waste sooo much time. so i guess my day was again wasted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stupid cockroach also didnt make my mood any better. i was muggin halfway when a flying cockroach landed on my leg. of cos i jumped up la, then my foolscap accidentally fell onto the cockroach, squashin it. i still have the bloodstain on the foolscap pad lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chn 5 thurs 8pm show is not bad. Its some short stories abt love. hm. wat makes it interesting is tt it does not juz show the normal boy girl love, but other types like child to parent, parent to child, ah gong to family, lonely stranger to lonely child. I thought its quite insightful. Haha, it potrays out hw parents and children have communication gap, grand parent and parents too. then also got tis lonely banglah in the show. Haha, dont noe y mediacorp like keep playin these family oriented show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-8180157967664635634?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/8180157967664635634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=8180157967664635634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/8180157967664635634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/8180157967664635634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/08/zzz.html' title='zzz'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5194964925486833809</id><published>2007-08-12T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T22:51:37.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><content type='html'>Hoho, yesterday was my birthday. Hm. Quite delighted that many ppl remembered and sms me, haha. i thought ppl would have forgotten. nevertheless, i shall thank those ppl who smsed me: Stella, Vincent, yb, JJ, evonne, waikuan, shuyi, the 2 jiahaos, yong hua, zc, denise, jz, zk, waiching, lw, angeline, bf and ziyuan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. Went bishan j8 with yb n sk. haha, i went to buy this lighter for my dad. hai, i have given up trying to persuade him to stop smoking le. But giving him a lighter does not mean i support his smoking habit. anyway, i think the lighter is quite fun, when nuthin to do he can take out and open and close the lighter, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yb and sk treated me to cafe cartel, haha. i ordered chicken cutlet. hm, i think the cutlet in our sch still the best, haha. the uncle's cutlet got tis special taste, mayb he the way he season the chicken was different. Yb's chicken chop got tis fried spaghetti which was also very nice, haha. After tt i decided to treat them bear, haha. I went to buy 3 cans of carlsberg and went to the open air atrium at j8 and drink wif them. haha, i quite loser la, the beer soo bitter lor, i take soo long to finish 1 can, unlike them, awhile then finish liao. After drinking the beer i felt abit dizzy, haha. It was abit difficult to walk straight. but after a few hours then dont feel soo dizzy le. haha, if i had drank 1 more can i surely would b drunk liao. quite loser sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, i think different ppl have different problems. Many ppl think that they are the worst off, but in fact thr are ppl in a more shitty state than them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho, today my family went to eat swensen's. Basket sia, i kind of sick of western food le. Ate fish and chips juz nw. Haha, i think i falling sick soon lor. i have got lots of mucus, and my throat aint feeling tt gd nw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5194964925486833809?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5194964925486833809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5194964925486833809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5194964925486833809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5194964925486833809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/08/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-4103369707928575389</id><published>2007-08-10T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:11:12.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NDP 07</title><content type='html'>I went to the NDP yesterday courtesy of tickets from Weijie. Haha. we were supposed to meet at 230, bt zhiwen came at ard 4+ cos he overslpt:| We made our way to the seating platform. It was quite crowded, thr were many ppl lor. We managed to gt 2 red, 1 green and 1 orange goodie bag. haha. Obviously the green went to bf. Surprisingly zw wanted orange, cos i thought orange kind of sucked. Hm. Then we went up to take our places. Saw a primary school clsmate, Eugenie as an usher. I think she didnt recognise me le, she only recognised zw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. The goodie bag contained a clapper cum star-shaped lightstick, a handheld mini fan which could make the words happy bday spore, tis cute hat wif blinking lights (mine was a fish) national flag, food and some drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the parade was damn awesome. starting wif the falcon fighter jets, the cannons, the apache helicoptor, chinook helicoptor, howitzer tank, and even the coast guards were very cool. I liked the parachuting red lions. Haha, initially i thought they would miss the platform, then they suddenly burst down the landing strip thr, very exciting. they parachuted again sometime at night. its very spectacular la. i didnt expect them to come again another time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance were not bad either, though i thought the military show was more action packed. haha. They made used of lots of lasers and lightings. But my favourite part has to be the fireworks. I think this is the best one i ever seen soo far. Perharps it was cos i had a better view than previously. But i thought that tis time thr were new stuff, like fireworks coming off the top of some buildings. Its like my whole peripheral vision were covered with sparks. Initially i thought the fireworks ended, but then they came on a 2nd time. What a pleasant surprise. At the end of the parade, i felt as if it was like a dream. Too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the organising committee did a fabulous job this year. They made full use of the landscape, integrating the sea together with the performace. I am really lucky to be able to watch the NDP live tis year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tt, we realise tt our bags could be taken apart, and fixed with different coloured parts. haha. We started to exchange the pieces of strips which make up our bag. Hm. Bifang was soo funny lor. She ended up with a Cameroon/senegal Flag. I had sort of an Italian/Hungarian flag. Hai, but i realised afterwards tt the velcro had sort of damaged my shirt, as i think the materials sort of have a negative effect on 1 another. Haha, but nevertheless, i had an enjoyable night, and felt really proud to be a Singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/Rrx693wCaTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VyaGbI6avX0/s1600-h/DSCN0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/Rrx693wCaTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VyaGbI6avX0/s320/DSCN0866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097084081632602418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/Rrx6-XwCaUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HDUpMcsbjV0/s1600-h/DSCN0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/Rrx6-XwCaUI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HDUpMcsbjV0/s320/DSCN0878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097084090222537026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/Rrx6-nwCaVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/quUNJDMJqG8/s1600-h/DSCN0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/RryCt3wCarI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UtIuko4AmFQ/s320/DSCN1137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097092602847718066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/RryGOHwCawI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UesSijKYukE/s1600-h/DSCN0896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zni354ecSPI/RryGOHwCawI/AAAAAAAAAJI/UesSijKYukE/s320/DSCN0896.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097096455433382658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-4103369707928575389?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/4103369707928575389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=4103369707928575389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4103369707928575389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4103369707928575389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/08/ndp-07.html' title='NDP 07'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_Zni354ecSPI/Rrx693wCaTI/AAAAAAAAAFg/VyaGbI6avX0/s72-c/DSCN0866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29940697.post-4436979351902431735</id><published>2007-08-08T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:42:14.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不能说的秘密</title><content type='html'>I went to watch 不能说的秘密 today. Its quite a nice movie, haha. I shall nt spoil the plot cos i have utmost respect for the ingenuity of the director. I quite liked how it turned out. O ya, haha, i juz remembered a movie with something similar to this, haha. tis hollywood movie about a house and a lake. Hmm. I said nuthin. Anyway, i think the lead female actress has a very nice and innocent smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-4436979351902431735?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/4436979351902431735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=4436979351902431735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4436979351902431735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4436979351902431735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='不能说的秘密'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-537360935128619249</id><published>2007-08-03T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T01:05:47.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 years ago?</title><content type='html'>I feel that i have gotten back my body of 2 years ago. The graveyard shift desperate struggle and the irregular eating has brought back my gastric problem. I feel my stomach getting big, bt its nt due to the food, but rather the flatulence. Perharps soon the nausea will start to kick in. Dont worry, i m nt pregnant. This problem will not go off until Its over and done with. Really hope to see a seabiscuit, greece or iraq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-537360935128619249?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/537360935128619249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=537360935128619249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/537360935128619249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/537360935128619249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/08/2-years-ago.html' title='2 years ago?'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5404360345144321118</id><published>2007-07-31T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T03:32:08.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>背叛</title><content type='html'>雨&lt;br /&gt;不停落下来&lt;br /&gt;花&lt;br /&gt;怎么都不开&lt;br /&gt;尽管我细心灌溉&lt;br /&gt;你说不爱就不爱&lt;br /&gt;我一个人&lt;br /&gt;欣赏悲哀&lt;br /&gt;爱&lt;br /&gt;只剩下无奈&lt;br /&gt;我&lt;br /&gt;一直不愿再去猜&lt;br /&gt;钢琴上黑键之间&lt;br /&gt;永远都夹着空白&lt;br /&gt;缺了一块&lt;br /&gt;就不精采&lt;br /&gt;紧紧相依的心如何&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye &lt;br /&gt;你比我清楚还要我说明白&lt;br /&gt;爱太深会让人疯狂的勇敢&lt;br /&gt;我用背叛自己&lt;br /&gt;完成你的期盼&lt;br /&gt;把手放开不问一句&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;当作最后一次对你的溺爱&lt;br /&gt;冷冷清清淡淡今后都不管&lt;br /&gt;只要你能愉快&lt;br /&gt;心&lt;br /&gt;有一句感慨&lt;br /&gt;我&lt;br /&gt;还能够跟谁对白&lt;br /&gt;在你关上门之前&lt;br /&gt;替我再回头看看&lt;br /&gt;那些片段&lt;br /&gt;还在不在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, tis is one of the only few 曹格's songs i like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5404360345144321118?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5404360345144321118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5404360345144321118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5404360345144321118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5404360345144321118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_31.html' title='背叛'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-1928416222895096115</id><published>2007-07-28T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T20:36:20.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>Its quite hard to forget about something that is part of you. I tried to avoid it, but i guess its still 2nd nature to me. Actually i still do like to play bball, but i rejected my frens when they asked me to come out to play. Stupid moral conflict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. An idea to delete wc3 came across my mind, so tt i will nt play n conc on studies. But i think tt will not solve the root cause of the problem. Anyway, i dont really have a problem wif computer games le. Also dont really feel like playin already. But i will fall aslp when i mug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-1928416222895096115?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/1928416222895096115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=1928416222895096115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1928416222895096115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1928416222895096115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-534653479325365880</id><published>2007-07-26T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T18:54:15.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss anderson</title><content type='html'>I met an old clsmate, lihui today on the bus while i was going to amk. She really changed alot since i last knew her. It muz have been the rain that i am missing my secondary school sooo much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-534653479325365880?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/534653479325365880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=534653479325365880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/534653479325365880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/534653479325365880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-miss-anderson.html' title='i miss anderson'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-7341972405327775480</id><published>2007-07-21T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:00:48.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I m feeling sad right now, nt for myself but for my fren. Its a very difficult decision for him to make, and if it was me, i would not have the courage to do that. I really hope he picks himself up, and not do whatever he did wrong again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-7341972405327775480?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/7341972405327775480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=7341972405327775480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7341972405327775480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7341972405327775480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_21.html' title='...'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5279267962674799905</id><published>2007-07-19T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T15:39:21.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CIP day</title><content type='html'>I have many opinions about CIP day yesterday, but i think it would be wise to keep them to myself, as they may not sound nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a sense of de javu. Its nt the 1st time i m being left out, and i shld learn to get use to it. Bt this feeling is terrible. its even worse when someone makes a small gesture when lots of thoughts are going thru ur mind. I feel so alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5279267962674799905?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5279267962674799905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5279267962674799905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5279267962674799905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5279267962674799905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/cip-day.html' title='CIP day'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-7666544526630893670</id><published>2007-07-17T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:46:51.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are An ENFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/enfp.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love being around people, and you are deeply committed to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;You are also unconventional, irreverent, and unimpressed by authority and rules.&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly perceptive, you can usually sense if someone has hidden motives.&lt;br /&gt;You use lots of colorful language and expressions. You're quite the storyteller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are quite the charmer. And you are definitely willing to risk your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You often don't follow through with your flirting or professed feelings. And you do break a lot of hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you are driven but not a workaholic. You just always seem to enjoy what you do.&lt;br /&gt;You would make an excellent entrepreneur, politician, or journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you see yourself: compassionate, unselfish, and understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other people don't get you, they see you as: gushy, emotional, and unfocused&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourpersonalitytypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 1 of these type of test. got it frm yh's blog. haha. kinda weird test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-7666544526630893670?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/7666544526630893670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=7666544526630893670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7666544526630893670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7666544526630893670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/sian.html' title='sian'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5107793046924037641</id><published>2007-07-12T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:53:49.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only UUUUUUUUUUUU</title><content type='html'>I have got back most of my common test results. As expected, i would get at least 3 u. I only manage to pass maths. Even though i haven gotten back phy, i can confirm gurantee plus chop will get a u. 75% of the cohort get u lor. I am not that smart to be in the godlike 25% to get a subpass and above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still some CIP stuff i need to settle. Need to co-ordinate the upcoming CIP day, help get the cls CIP endorsed, and compile their CIP records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my lifestyle is changing these few days. Gone were the days where i would chiong home to play dota. Prefer to sleep than to playing. Still got that whole econs content i have to revisit. Need to read up on chem, and practise phy and maths papers. I dont noe how i am going to do that with homework piling up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5107793046924037641?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5107793046924037641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5107793046924037641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5107793046924037641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5107793046924037641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/only-uuuuuuuuuuuu.html' title='only UUUUUUUUUUUU'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-2002176069819993263</id><published>2007-07-10T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T21:37:01.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pangseh</title><content type='html'>Wa. I was pangsehed today sia. I didnt noe all the guys stayed home to mug lor. thought they would come sinced they signed up. ZZZZ. Anyway, learnt lots of stuff bout malay supernatural stuff. haha. I thought the malay horror movies were quite amatuerish.. Looks like a student film lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played bball today. Hm. guess my moves were still thr, bt i was panting like shit after awhile. i seriously think i will lose to some girls if i run 2.4km wif them nw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-2002176069819993263?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/2002176069819993263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=2002176069819993263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2002176069819993263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2002176069819993263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/pangseh.html' title='pangseh'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-1903956323460135614</id><published>2007-07-09T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T21:44:43.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nice ppl</title><content type='html'>Today i saw my junior helping a woman. Haha. All along had the impression of him as a nice person. Guess this confirms it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-1903956323460135614?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/1903956323460135614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=1903956323460135614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1903956323460135614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1903956323460135614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/nice-ppl.html' title='nice ppl'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-2834138367975117721</id><published>2007-07-08T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T23:30:42.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . _ _ _ . . .</title><content type='html'>I took part in the adventured challenge yest. Haha, i thought it was quite fun, bt the others didnt really thought soo cos it was quite tiring. There is something that i have learnt frm tis, which is not to be soo stubborn n trust other ppl more. haha. i m sure my grp members wld noe wat do i mean by that. After all 7 brains would b better than 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people argued that the live earth concert was redundant and killed the earth faster rather than saving it. Bt i do not think soo. Hm. i think its like the advertisements we see everywhere. They help to sell products. Like wise the concert can be used to create more awareness, sending out a sos call to every1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-2834138367975117721?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/2834138367975117721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=2834138367975117721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2834138367975117721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/2834138367975117721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post_08.html' title='. . . _ _ _ . . .'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-4396931709636033043</id><published>2007-07-04T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T00:13:12.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weak</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#BFE9FF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DEF4FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You're not the life of the party, but you do show up for the party.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you are full of energy and open to new social experiences.&lt;br /&gt;But you also need to hibernate and enjoy your "down time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;Most things in your life are organized and planned well.&lt;br /&gt;But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.&lt;br /&gt;Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.&lt;br /&gt;Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.&lt;br /&gt;Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrgh. i juz went to run in the evening juz nw. I have become uber weak le. Its like i only run 1km before i start to walk. Run abit jiu pant, stitches n stuff. hm.. In total i ran ard 2.4km only. Intially i thought of running 4km without stopping. But i guess i would have to work towards that. Didnt push myself too hard cos i scared stitch a few days, like wat happened to me when i go back to bball training after exams last time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-4396931709636033043?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/4396931709636033043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=4396931709636033043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4396931709636033043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4396931709636033043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/weak.html' title='weak'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-3545502805340711918</id><published>2007-07-03T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:26:44.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clar's stories</title><content type='html'>Two friends were walking through the desert. During the journey, they had an argument, and one friend, A, slapped the other one,B, in the face. B was hurt, but without saying anything, he wrote in the sand: today my best friend slapped me in the face. They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. B got stuck in the wire and started drowning, but A saved him. After B recovered, he wrote on a stone: today my best friend saved my life.&lt;br /&gt;the friend who had slapped and saved him asked, “why did you write that?” He replied,” if someone hurts us, we should write it down in the sand where the winds of forgiveness can erase it away. but when someone does something good for us, we engrave it on the stone where no winds can ever erase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here i a story frm clar i copy n pasted frm 4-7 blog. hm.. But actually i believe this person is being too idealistic. In reality, i believe the opposite is true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m soo excited abt the 4-7 outing tis Saturday, to celebrate 4-7 day on 4th July, which is tml. Haha, its juz a small dinner gathering only. I hope i can make it in time cos i haf oac adventure challenge b4 tt, which i dont noe will end at wat time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the 4-7 ppl, happy 4-7 day tml:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-3545502805340711918?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/3545502805340711918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=3545502805340711918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3545502805340711918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3545502805340711918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/clars-stories.html' title='clar&apos;s stories'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-6119001841169882592</id><published>2007-07-02T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T14:23:37.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>苍蝇的泪滴</title><content type='html'>你的美丽像黑森林　&lt;br /&gt;谁不着迷谁又靠得近&lt;br /&gt;温暖还是冰冷冷　&lt;br /&gt;猜测下一秒你的天气&lt;br /&gt;宝贝还是玩具　&lt;br /&gt;我怀疑我自已&lt;br /&gt;戴苍蝇的眼镜　&lt;br /&gt;太多你数不清　&lt;br /&gt;一千种个性　&lt;br /&gt;谁向谁说我爱你&lt;br /&gt;你又不是垃圾　&lt;br /&gt;也没有长细菌　&lt;br /&gt;却让我生病　&lt;br /&gt;亲一个让我痊愈&lt;br /&gt;戴苍蝇的眼镜　&lt;br /&gt;看你举棋对定　&lt;br /&gt;一千颗泪滴　&lt;br /&gt;告诉我有多爱你&lt;br /&gt;即使你没反应　&lt;br /&gt;我想我也愿意　&lt;br /&gt;被一个温柔的表情　&lt;br /&gt;骗我爱上你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice song by 林宇中&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-6119001841169882592?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/6119001841169882592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=6119001841169882592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6119001841169882592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/6119001841169882592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='苍蝇的泪滴'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-4077006464331031333</id><published>2007-07-01T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:34:09.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mythological creature</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Pegasus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/pegasus.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a perfectionist, with an eye for beauty.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to live a good life - and you rarely deviate from your good taste.&lt;br /&gt;While you aren't outgoing, you have excellent social skills.&lt;br /&gt;People both admire you -  and feel very comfortable around you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-4077006464331031333?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/4077006464331031333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=4077006464331031333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4077006464331031333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/4077006464331031333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/mythological-creature.html' title='mythological creature'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-1020162001786215155</id><published>2007-07-01T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:16:37.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shack</title><content type='html'>Hmm.. I had quite a tiring day today. I went to see my mum in the morn. She had an operation yesterday. She looked quite tired, bt shes ok. Shld b able to b discharged tml. After tt went to kbox. Chinatown is quite near to kk, so surprisingly i was early. Wa. dont noe y the ppl working thr so gd. let us exceed the time by 2h40min sia. mayb they no business. Wa. quite tired nw. cant really think properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-1020162001786215155?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/1020162001786215155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=1020162001786215155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1020162001786215155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/1020162001786215155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/07/shack.html' title='shack'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5329022127829869185</id><published>2007-06-28T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:33:46.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROBOTS IN DISGUISE!!</title><content type='html'>Cts juz ended today.. dont think its worth talking about. I m sure every1 has the same sentiments as me that this is not a test of ability. Rather, a test to scare us into studying for our prelims. I forsee at least 3 'u's this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the guys went to watch transformers today:D hehe, its a damn awesome movie man. Thr were action scenes frm the start to the end. The annihilation scene of the us army base camp was uber cool. the transformation of the apache helicoptor into a huge gigantic warmachine is very spectacular. there were lots of action scenes throughout the movie. haha, and the was also sam's happy time, which reminds us of mingzhi's whack, haha. hm. Bt i thought that the robot's dialougue was quite dumb at times.. for example optimus prime thanking Sam for saving his life. haha. How would such a big robot owe his life to a human being? Bt dont think the girls would like it cos thrs like almost no romantic scenes. haha. Gd tt we didnt ask them to go along.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5329022127829869185?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5329022127829869185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5329022127829869185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5329022127829869185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5329022127829869185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/06/robots-in-disguise.html' title='ROBOTS IN DISGUISE!!'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-5636688341889317446</id><published>2007-06-22T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:59:41.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>I have decided to start to use caps for blogging cos it looks much neater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have some random thoughts today about addiction. Addiction can be a boon or a bane. It depends on what you are addicted to and how addicted are you. When you are addicted to something or someone, you would keep on thinking of it everyday. You want to do that thing everyday. You dont really care what other people think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally i have been addicted to quite alot of stuff. Remember in Sec 2 i was addicted to playin basketball. I would go to the neighbourhood bball court to shoot some hoops. I would enjoy myself even though i was shooting myself. Sometimes i would play 3v3 or 4v4 with the ppl thr. I would go thr everyday after school, even though i was tired. To think back, i was sort of addicted, bt the addiction was nt tt much as i only played like 2 hrs a day. In Sec 3, i remb i was told by mr neo i was too skinny to play bball, so i went to the gym to build up my body. I was quite addicted to body building at that time, so much so that i persuaded my dad to buy me weights at home. I got a barbell that yr for my bday. I went to the gym at least 2 times a week, and even ate weight gaining powder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. Now i am addicted to computer games, specifically dota, or rather only dota. Argh. Been playin it for like almost everyday these past few months. It started last year, during march. I remb the whole bunch of anderson guys were preparing to pon something, cant remb wat. We went to amk raiders to play cs. then nub suggested dota. So we tried it. I remb my 1st hero was razor. I started to play more of it during june holiday last yr. was quite upset over some stuff, so thought of using dota to numb myself. bt wasnt so addicted back then. It was only this year, when i did not get into the bball team, was uber dissapointed, so played dota, hoping i wld forget abt it. The more i play, the more addicted i got.. Addicted until i could play for the whole day. I really mean whole day, as in frm wake to sleep, on a few occasions cant even bothering to bathe. hai. cant really stop this addiction sia. I promised myself to restrict my playin, bt juz couldnt do it. on a few occasions i promised myself not to play dota for that day, but i failed. today was a good example. cts start in only 2 days, and i still played for 4+hrs today. hai. Bt i swear, and resolve to curb my addiction after this cts. I really really mean it this time. i dont think any of my frens wld understand, cos definately they have not been as addicted as me. i thought of a plan. hm. will carry out aft cts. its sort of like cold turkey, like hw drug rehabs attempt to kick their addiction for drugs. bt i guess it will take some time. For now, i have to salvage the rest of the 1day n a half, and try to pass my cts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-5636688341889317446?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/5636688341889317446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=5636688341889317446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5636688341889317446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/5636688341889317446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/06/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-380049118577340717</id><published>2007-06-19T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:19:36.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tarot cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot/dragon/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Tower&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;Ambition, fighting, war, courage. Destruction, danger, fall, ruin.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Tower represents war, destruction, but also spiritual renewal. Plans are disrupted. Your views and ideas will change as a result.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;The Tower is a card about war, a war between the structures of lies and the lightning flash of truth. The Tower stands for &amp;quot;false concepts and institutions that we take for real.&amp;quot; You have been shaken up; blinded by a shocking revelation. It sometimes takes that to see a truth that one refuses to see. Or to bring down beliefs that are so well constructed. What's most important to remember is that the tearing down of this structure, however painful, makes room for something new to be built.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/~warlock/tarot" target="_blank"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.. nt really sure what does this means.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-380049118577340717?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/380049118577340717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=380049118577340717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/380049118577340717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/380049118577340717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/06/tarot-cards.html' title='tarot cards'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-9032980142640551504</id><published>2007-06-16T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T04:03:19.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cip</title><content type='html'>i changed the song yesterday to zhu ti qu by lin yu zhong. bt my com cant really type out chinese. hm. 1st heard tis on the chn 8 show. didnt really watched it initially cos i thought it was a malaysian production. bt my bro n sis was watching ma, so also watch lor. its ironical tt the pian wei qu is called zhu ti qu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, did cip today. nt sure if it wld b the last nt. hm. hope can organise another 1 after exams, bt i dont noe if ppl wld come nt cos i think it wldnt b taken into acct for the cip records cos i think the last day for record of cip hours is the last day of june. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tt went to j8 to eat. hm. xh n jj suggested some chinese restaurant. since its their bday, so we followed them. haha. bt i think sm wanted to eat western food instead, so he went hm. anyway, i thought the food thr was quite nice, except that its quite exp. bt its still cheaper than some other restaurants like the jap food we had on 4-7 day. yh was late cos he had tution, n he didnt really ate sia. only eat 2 xiao long bao. i dont noe hw 2 liao long bao wld b sufficient to last him for the day. aft tt walked ard j8 n ended up at the arcade. thr was tis shooting machine whr u r suppose to shoot balls into the hoops. wa, i sucked at it. only gt a score of 37. noob sia. anyway, i also nt very accurate at shooting 1. i always qie ban 1, then thr also dont really have any angle to qie. also played daytona. haha. i wld always play tt car racing game when i go to an arcade. its quite hard to use manual gear sia. i flopped when i 1st tried it. hm. perharps i can try to understand hw tis gear thingy works aft cts. haha, aft cts then play sia. been playin too much dota le. so muz really pia the nxt wk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: August 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may watch someone from afar before you finally decide to make your move.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a long time for you to develop an attraction to someone.&lt;br /&gt;Generally, you prefer to pick who you love. Anyone who tries to rush you is in for some heartache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of True Loves You'll Have: 1 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Times You'll Have Your Heart Broken: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with people born on the 2nd, 11th, 20th, and 29th of the month.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanforyourlovelifequiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean For Your Love Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basket, tis sounds like some bullshit. haha. gt it frm tis lovesick fren's blog. haha, for privacy sake i will nt mention his name. my father has the same bday as me n i dont really think tis is true for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-9032980142640551504?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29940697.post-8174339017545527739</id><published>2007-06-11T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:00:38.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sian</title><content type='html'>i m freaking sian nw. i tried to organise a cls outing tml, cos tml is 12th june, which is supposedly s12 day. bt somehw nobody seems to care a hoot about it. ok la, mayb some of the guys. bt its really dissapointing when u ask ppl, and they tell u they are not free tml. its worse when u gt consecutive replies. it seems like they have discussed not to go. i wld understand if they are not free. hai. bt i guess most of them wld rather spend their time studying at home. it wont make much sense if like less than half of the cls goes on a cls outing. no way m i going to try to organise another class outing. this is so much different frm 4-7. pissed.&lt;div 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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-29940697.post-3627660839846582567</id><published>2007-06-07T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T17:12:06.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ns checkup</title><content type='html'>i went for ns medical checkup yesterday. initially was late meeting th n sm, cos me n sm played until 4.30am then i overslpt. sm worse sia. he only woke up at 9 when i called him. anyway, thr were some familiar faces i saw thr, including george frm anderson n shaorong frm njc 1st 3mths. i was abit worried abt goin thr cos my hair was rather long.. n i dont really wanna cut it was i juz cut last thurs. bt over thr, the person incharge of taking photo didnt really reprimand me for it. thr were even gim mohs over thr lor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st up for the medical test was urine n blood test. haha, its my 1st time taking a urine test sia. bt the army person on duty also nv really check 1, juz ask me throw away the piece of paper used to test. perharps its becos they r being paid such a low salary that they also heckcare. when we were taking the blood test, sm was so funny. his face was making such an awkard look. after tt was dental. nthin much except for the dentist, who was quite chio. then was xray. also nuthin much, except that i thought i seen the army person on duty somewhr b4. then was eyes, and then ear checkup. also nuthin much actually. then was the height and weight, and the test whr they put some suction pads on ur body. initially i thought it was goin to emit electricity, bt it didnt. then was the final part of the medical checkup, whr the army personal checked the last part that was nt check. i think he was rushing off to lunch or something cos he was like in frenzy mode, shooting off qns at bulletspeed. hm. i gt pes a sia. hope they dont send me into commando or wat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had to take some logic test. its quite common sense for some of the qns. bt i didnt gt to finish some of them. wasted. thr was 1 section which i think i wld gt all wrong lor. cos i didnt read the instructions properly.. then ended up anyhw do.. cos we were suppose to interpret the picture when turned. i thought tt it was quite a waste of time. the rj guy siting beside me was like scrutinising every single word lor. so enthu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft tt we went to eat at the nearby hawker centre. thr was tis new stall called botak jones, which sm says is restaurant food at hawker price. bt upon seeing the menu, i believed that it was restaurant price at hawker venue. hm. sm's sense of direction was quite shitty.. we boarded a bus, which he claims wld take us to redhill mrt. bt it went all the way to harbourfrnt, b4 goin to clementi. heng it stopped at clementi, or we wld haf chopped off sm's head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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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-29940697.post-7135695188831083781</id><published>2007-06-04T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T22:57:50.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ass</title><content type='html'>i did a stupid thing. y on earth did i sign up for some overnight bike hike which goes 70km? nw i cant walk nor sit properly. my thighs were cramping like shit throughout the whole thing. hai. bt still have to cycle on with cramped thighs. this is worse than bball trng. at least bball trng is over in 2-3hrs. bt for this i had to cycle with cramps for the whole night. nw my butt hurts to touch. if not for the oac adventure challenge, i swear i wont cycle for half a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i got to see some parts of singapore i nv gotten to see b4. 1st was the bus ride to ecp. we were taking bus no. 13. haha, it passes thru geylang. we noticed thr were lots of lao ah peks n foreign workers on the bus, and they all got off at geylang. its like thr were only 2 females on the bus at that time. the whole streets were also filled with ah peks n banglahs. guess it says something about that place. 2nd was when we were cycling thru serangoon. its quite a nice place thr with lots of old shophouses and temples. 3rd was the stretch of road at the changi airport. its damn long n straight. it wld really b a nice stretch of road to cycle on if i wasnt having severe cramps and butt pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-7135695188831083781?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/7135695188831083781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=7135695188831083781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7135695188831083781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7135695188831083781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-ass.html' title='my ass'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-7668448196679512882</id><published>2007-06-01T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T00:09:51.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>concert</title><content type='html'>hm. i juz came b frm the choir concert. its quite a gd performance, despite the venue. vch is quite a sucky place.. the air con doesnt seem to b working, the silvery thingy on the backdrop is so irritating to the eye, and the seats are not elevated. it makes things worse when u haf a 1.9+ person sitting infront of u. bt nvm, its a concert.. at least my ears could still function properly. i prefered the song "i will follow him", cos its like one of the few english songs, and that i can comprehand. most of the other songs were of foreign language. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. i seriously muz start to pull myself to the library n sit thr till it closes for the day. nv really manage to do anything constructive for the past few days, when i haf been going to sch so often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-7668448196679512882?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/7668448196679512882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=7668448196679512882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7668448196679512882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/7668448196679512882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/06/concert.html' title='concert'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-29940697.post-3848325141683117516</id><published>2007-05-23T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T20:21:05.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got tis frm yh blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Ego&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouidegoorsuperegoquiz/ego.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You take a balanced approach to your life.You definitely aren't afraid to act out on your desires - even crazy ones.But you usually think first. Morals drive you as much as hedonism does.You've been able to live a life of pleasure... without living a life of excess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;Are'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/areyouidegoorsuperegoquiz/"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Id, Ego, or Superego?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Ace of Clubs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatplayingcardareyouquiz/clubs.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You go at everything in your life full force. You are a natural gambler.Your life definitely has some extreme highs and lows, but you know how to ride out the low times.&lt;br /&gt;A total adventure seeker, you are never satisfied by what's normal or ordinary.You like to push limits and shock people. You're dramatic, but a drama queen.&lt;br /&gt;Your life has been a wild ride so far. You have stories that people can barely believe.And you're probably still young... with a lot of wild rides in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;A gamble you should take: High stakes roulette&lt;br /&gt;Your friends would describe you as: Crazy&lt;br /&gt;Your enemies would describe you as: Demented&lt;br /&gt;If you lived in Vegas, you would be: A high roller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatplayingcardareyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Playing Card Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Afternoon Person&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouamorningpersonornightpersonquiz/afternoon.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You can find energy any time of the day ... or night!You prefer to be out and about when most other people are.Very early mornings or very late nights aren't really your thing.You're practically solar powered, and the afternoon is when do best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;Are'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/areyouamorningpersonornightpersonquiz/"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Morning Person or Night Person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29940697-3848325141683117516?l=iduntellu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/feeds/3848325141683117516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29940697&amp;postID=3848325141683117516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3848325141683117516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29940697/posts/default/3848325141683117516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iduntellu.blogspot.com/2007/05/got-tis-frm-yh-blog.html' title='got tis frm yh blog'/><author><name>iduntellu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00444489460583783987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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></feed>
