<?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-23055209</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:40:30.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please donate a prosthetic leg</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-6860964998587594430</id><published>2010-05-23T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T01:26:20.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>#4 : -blank-</title><content type='html'>So I missed 2 weeks of blog entries, what a display of lack of discipline. However, to give myself an excuse, my internet was down for the last 2 weeks. (Actually only 1 week but there was so much "online debt" to clear that I used last week to enjoy the full value of my internet subscription) To tell the truth, life without the internet was really pretty unbearable. Luckily for some gym sessions, a Sentosa volleyball outing and CP's place, I managed to survive the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ordeal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned clearing "online debt". That is specifically surfing facebook, downloading..I mean saving shows and playing online games. The most important was catching up on the episodes of Lost, Fringe and Flashforward. And I started a new MMORPG called Aika Online to play together with Joel, CP, SH, Dam they all. The first thing I did when I got back my internet access was to go on facebook. However, I realised that I went back to the same pages (Mousehunt); and that was a lame thing to do. The MMO was quite ok but I realised that if the others weren't playing, it was no fun at all. Still, the most satisfying would be the shows. Anybody want some shows like Lost, Fringe, Flashforward, Chuck, Castle, Lie to Me, Leverage, can ask me. Haha. Alternatively, if you know who SL is, look for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being cooped up at home without internet access, I found out that I became very disconnected because I had lost my main source of connection, Messenger. Being internet-less, it was like I had no friends, not that I have many that I talk to online regularly. But the feeling was as if I was put on a desert island. It was like I had stuff to chat about but I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, even though my internet is back, I still feel like a lonely island. People are online but I've got nothing to say. I guess this feeling sucks more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shall be chasing my shows this coming week. Any recommendations which I should chase first? Lie to Me, Leverage or Castle? Whoever sees this please advise. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-6860964998587594430?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/6860964998587594430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=6860964998587594430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/6860964998587594430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/6860964998587594430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2010/05/4-blank.html' title='#4 : -blank-'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-3694755240087764042</id><published>2010-05-01T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T01:56:06.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Entry #3 : freedom?</title><content type='html'>So I managed to get myself to write another weekly post. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are finally over!! Really been quite a demanding period of time, but I managed to survive through it. Hopefully I do well enough for the papers because I was losing steam halfway through. I almost gave up on IT and Biz Law. But luckily got scolded over SMS for trying to give up. Haha. So I studied quite some bit this semester, more than last semester I am proud to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Thursday, I still couldn't wait for the exams to be over and start my holidays. However, on Friday morning, it dawned on me that it was the last day of school for me for this year. After this, things are gonna change quite some bit. 1 more week and I wouldn't be staying in hall anymore, not that there are many people in hall now; many have moved out. I don't know whether I'll be seeing these friends I made over the past year anymore. Somehow, I felt a sense of emptiness, having the feeling that my social circle has just shrunk into the size of just one person, me. Before the exams I thought I would be able to enjoy and have loads of fun, now I'm having second thoughts. I think I'm just gonna rot away in silence at home. Wondering what's everybody's plans for the holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like I'm just gonna take one step at a time and see how things go then. Meanwhile, catch up on all my serials. MUAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Mr Lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-3694755240087764042?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/3694755240087764042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=3694755240087764042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/3694755240087764042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/3694755240087764042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2010/05/weekly-entry-3-freedom.html' title='Weekly Entry #3 : freedom?'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-4153134229638716256</id><published>2010-04-24T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T22:14:22.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Entry #2</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I missed one entry. Not an easy habit to build, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the exams are coming again. It's like A levels every 4 months, really good training to handle stress. I'm actually pretty worried for this semester because the subjects require more memory work, of which I'm pretty lacking. And once again, the exams are all close to each other: Mon Tues Thurs Fri. On the bright side, I get it over and done with in a shorter time. I only have one more day to study before the exams start. I've been trying to tell myself not to get stressed as there is still time. But there really is a shortage of time, all thanks to IT, which is almost purely memory work, and useless memory I have to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope all things turn out well because this might be my only chance to pull up my GPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess there's just quite some stuff on my mind that's sort of distracting me from my studies. Gotta concentrate! I can't even concentrate on typing this post, already been typing for like 20mins. My thoughts just keep drifting away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll end off here, and see if I can remember to write another entry next week (which is after exams!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-4153134229638716256?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/4153134229638716256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=4153134229638716256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/4153134229638716256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/4153134229638716256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekly-entry-2.html' title='Weekly Entry #2'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-4973284541019768619</id><published>2010-04-10T22:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T00:16:50.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekly Entry #1</title><content type='html'>Well, I've decided to make a blog entry once a week at least. Need to make my brain work and think instead of leaving studies stagnant in there. But I wonder how long it will last; I'll be proud if I even make an entry next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is like some exercise day. Morning soccer with bro and friends, afternoon bowling with mum and bro followed my table tennis. I haven't felt this exhausted in a long time. My legs are aching, especially my knee. Not that it's pain but it's just a weird feeling, a sense of fatigue in there. But it is still pretty fulfilling because it's as if I clocked my exercise quota for 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to bowling, my brother asked me what "emo" meant. At that point of time when I was trying to determine the meaning, I suddenly felt a tinge of "emo-ness" when I thought about how soon exams were coming and how far away some people seemed to me recently. More "emo-ness" when my mum told me that she was gonna bring me on a tour in June. Well, it's supposed to be a good thing and I should be happy. But, I was thinking, that means 2 weeks less left in Singapore before I go for Instep. I think I'm gonna miss some people in Singapore. DARN, I sound like a wuss now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really shagged now, I think it's time for a day to sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ain't no sunshine when she's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-4973284541019768619?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/4973284541019768619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=4973284541019768619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/4973284541019768619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/4973284541019768619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekly-entry-1.html' title='Weekly Entry #1'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-2771729906934593977</id><published>2010-03-28T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T14:38:46.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touch of Sarcasm</title><content type='html'>Whee! I've finally gotten back my pre-uni weight! Wait...no! I've exceeded it! Shall not publicize this proud number, it's kinda sensitive. So much for trying to exercise and attempting to keep it down. The layer of fats just shouts "This Is SPARTA!!" and come right back. What strong determination it has; we should all learn from it. Anybody who wants to be inspired by this perseverance can come talk to my belly; that's where the most elite are housed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on to the next topic, exams! Well, it's like so around the corner that I'm totally filled with anticipation and anxiety. Just can't wait till the day I show off my intellect and prowess and watch all the glum faces around me as I continue to scribble whatever you would call correct answers on the booklet. And bask in the glory when I balance the balance sheets and formulate strategies just like a lawyer and determine which projects give me more returns and regurgitate everything I remember about how important IT is in the business world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great! I just remembered, 2 more quizzes till then that's so going to set me further apart from the cohort. Oh, and 2 oral assessments to give me the easiest 2 AUs ever. Just 6 more minutes of presentations to clear one module! (excluding the EXTREMELY short time I need to prepare for them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, after this one month, things are going to get boring already. What is there to do if there are no lessons and quizzes and tests and 830s? Life is looking bleak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a very very mad world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-2771729906934593977?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/2771729906934593977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=2771729906934593977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/2771729906934593977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/2771729906934593977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2010/03/touch-of-sarcasm.html' title='Touch of Sarcasm'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-4295424665649119929</id><published>2010-02-28T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T01:11:05.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Try</title><content type='html'>Tell me what to say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-4295424665649119929?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/4295424665649119929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=4295424665649119929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/4295424665649119929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/4295424665649119929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2010/02/try.html' title='Try'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-7925040337085158361</id><published>2010-02-07T00:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T00:55:33.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coins</title><content type='html'>Coins have 2 sides, heads and tails. The coins that we know normally only show one face up, either heads or tails. However, it is impossible that a coin has only one face. Tails will always be with heads. Thus, in a fictional world, these 2 are like opposites that are naturally attracted to each other. However, most of the time, when the 2 sides get together, they will be off-balance and topple to one side. Hence, tails will always be looking for the right heads to balance it. In a perfect scenario where both can live happily with each other, there would be balance and a special condition arises, when the coin is on its side. And the best stability is with motion when both heads and tails move along with each other, rolling the coin. Sometimes one side may get too heavy and cause a tilt. But due to the rolling, it is given a chance to regain balance. So it is a precarious situation when heads and tails are together. Random thought.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Am I rolling on with the correct heads?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-7925040337085158361?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/7925040337085158361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=7925040337085158361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/7925040337085158361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/7925040337085158361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2010/02/coins.html' title='Coins'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-6804905213018512245</id><published>2010-01-23T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T02:46:07.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DotA?</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm giving crap to everyone, making mistakes that I'm not even aware of or even remember. I just engage on-and-on, not knowing that it's already time to stop. The special now and then proves to be fruitless. Perhaps I'm just too new to this game or I'm not suited for it. Please forgive me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-6804905213018512245?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/6804905213018512245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=6804905213018512245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/6804905213018512245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/6804905213018512245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2010/01/dota.html' title='DotA?'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-5835736747435158195</id><published>2010-01-01T00:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T01:35:26.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01012010</title><content type='html'>It's the New Year!! Phew, I can say that the year 2009 has been nothing but eventful. Really been through a lot of stuff in just one year. ORD, driving license, University, the first exams in uni and my 21st birthday!! I don't think I'll ever experience a year like this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the most memorable experience would be my 21st birthday. Although there wasn't a party or some big celebrations, I still feel that this is like one of the best birthdays ever for me. Firstly, I've never celebrated a birthday for so long. It started on 28th night where I got a treat from the guys at Din Tai Fung, followed by the pseudo-initiation celebrations in hall. Then first time in Wala Wala the next night, which is also the first time I drank more than 2 glasses of beer (sounds like a wuss). Then a nice steamboat with NJ friends on the 30th. This twenty-first birthday really gave me a lot of "first" experiences. (Though I don't want to experience the conditioner and orhdaoyou again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that the 2010 has come, it also means that the new school semester is starting soon T_T. Between now and then will be more IHG, to which I'm having mixed feelings. The more positive feeling is that of anticipation, that I can participate in the competitions. However, I'm feeling a bit lost about soccer. The situation is that there are so many people in the soccer team and I'm not one of the better players, so chances are that I most likely won't be fielded. And because of this, it feels kind of out of place if I were to go to the matches, especially since some of them are out of school and are on weekends. At the start, when I just joined the soccer team, I was thinking of it more as a recreational sport so that I can keep fit while in hall. But training has been really sparse and thus there is no bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that's for soccer. I'm looking forward more for volleyball and still hoping that they start the rugby team. And of course to the new semester which I will study harder for. After all I joined that facebook group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So till next time, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-5835736747435158195?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/5835736747435158195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=5835736747435158195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/5835736747435158195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/5835736747435158195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2010/01/01012010.html' title='01012010'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-3833764332033251853</id><published>2009-12-26T15:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T16:19:26.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Something dawned on me today: Christmas is over. Somehow, this year, christmas only seem to last one day. It wasn't a season for me. Technically, Christmas lasted one night for me on the eve when my aunts and uncles came over for a gathering and dinner. However, it wasn't anything especially special because I see them quite regularly. The most special and of course the one thing I look forward to during Christmas was the gifts. Really appreciate my brother for buying me a new bag. Few days back my mum asked me what I wanted for xmas and I told her I needed a bag because mine had holes in them. It was really heartwarming when my brother told me he had already gotten one for me. Guess that is what you call the Christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I felt really weird because all I did was to receive. Somehow, as I grow older, I feel the need to give to people. Although I'm not earning any income, I feel a bit left out seeing my mum and brother giving presents out. Something I can't explain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was trying to take a nap and suddenly gained some insight...&lt;br /&gt;I realised that in any group or community, somehow one person will behave different from the others. And that person would be the "outcast". Everywhere I go, I never fail to spot this phenomenon. Sometimes I ask around to see what is so "scary" or "evil" about this person but the points mentioned are mostly very subjective. However, human nature kicks in such that people will go with the flow and "outcast" this person. Till now I still wonder how this mechanism works, how the brain decides to dislike this person even though no tangible harm has been posed. Mysteries of this world I guess. Well, this is all I thought about because I do not want to harp on the sadness of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to return to my nap...ZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-3833764332033251853?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/3833764332033251853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=3833764332033251853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/3833764332033251853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/3833764332033251853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-8759135443228468337</id><published>2009-12-03T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T02:16:05.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm blogging again!</title><content type='html'>Phew, I don't know why but suddenly had the urge to start blogging again. I guess end of exams is really making me feel very bored and useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since it's been so long since I've posted any entries, I shall summarise the past few years of my life. Ok, the last post was when I was still in SISPEC, training to be a 3SG. Well, everything turned out fine, albeit not what I hoped and wished for. I got posted to 1 Guards, which is supposed to be pretty tough physically. However, now that I've left the army, I think it was more mentally draining than physical. The feeling I experienced every Sunday before I booked in was indescribable. I really dreaded the idea of keeping myself there for one week. I still shudder at the thought of that. Anyway, life was pretty much smooth sailing as I neared my ORD. It was really quite exhilarating to leave the army life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unforgettable chapter of my life over...next I went to work part-time at Mount Elizabeth where I met very nice Da Jie Apple. Hehe. Well, not forgetting Sau Hua, Jacqueline, Peijun and Weiling and of course Mrs Vi! A very nice group of people to work with. A very well-spent 3 months and I was off to NTU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next chapter, Uni life. Just to update, I'm currently studying Business with plans to major in Banking and Finance. And I'm staying in Hall 14! The Freshman Orientation Camp was really fun and I made a lot of new friends. Coming to this topic I'm feeling a bit down cos there is such a huge possibility that many of them are not going to stay in hall next year. After so much fun times spent together, I'm afraid that we will become strangers again next year. And I don't have close friends in NBS too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, exams finished about a week ago, to many people's envy. I would say that I was one of the first in NTU to finish their exams. BUT, life had to play with me...my laptop was already faulty quite some time ago and I sent it for repair on the first day of exams, hoping that they would come back soon after my exams were over. BUT, calling them just on Monday led to the info that the parts would only arrive on 9 Dec and my comp could only be done earliest by 10 Dec. It was like a part of me died with my laptop, or rather the death was prolonged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, many thanks to Haowen, who is out enjoying while lending me his computer. Hurrays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, long time since I typed so much...till next time, Adieu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-8759135443228468337?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/8759135443228468337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=8759135443228468337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/8759135443228468337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/8759135443228468337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-blogging-again.html' title='I&apos;m blogging again!'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-7007545261178563644</id><published>2007-09-29T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T14:13:57.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much To Do Today</title><content type='html'>Sigh&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly decided to come over to see how my blog is coming along. Only now I realised how long it has been since I've blogged. Ever since my J2 common test. How time have passed me by... I'm already half a year into my army life (somewhere there).&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, looking at my common test result which I so shamefully posted, I'm actually quite glad that my hard work paid off even if it was only for half a year. Ended up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AAABB&lt;/span&gt;3, which is like infinitely (or just many times) better than the sh*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tty&lt;/span&gt; result of common test.&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, reading my previous posts, I'm not really sure whether it was really me who typed those stuff, it just doesn't sound like me. I guess the army really changed me or I just become another person when I'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;So much things have happened in my hiatus (from blogging that is). I've completed my A levels, cleared it with what many people would call flying colours (when I feel that I can do better though). Then I entered the army, serving the nation( not of my free will ). Now on a course to become a 3rd sergeant, which I really hope I can pass smoothly (i.e. passing my Standard Obstacles Course and going through route marches and field camps). What torture my body has undergone for the past half a year with no obvious results.&lt;br /&gt;Reading my previous posts, I really wanna go back to studying, somehow I can cope with mental pressure better than physical. And this army thing really makes me feel as if I have no more social life. Sitting here in front of my computer, I feel strangely lonely when in the past I could just spend hours in front of the computer chatting with friends and feel so relaxed. But seriously, the army makes you want to spend more time with family and friends for most of the time in camp you're not with them, which also explains the feeling I'm getting right now cos its only me and my comp.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna end here, guess I wrote quite a lot. And I don't think anybody is gonna read this too, given that this blog has been so stagnant that several generations of mosquitoes could have been bred in water like this. Attempting some lame comment.&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-7007545261178563644?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/7007545261178563644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=7007545261178563644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/7007545261178563644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/7007545261178563644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2007/09/nothing-much-to-do-today.html' title='Nothing Much To Do Today'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-115443970959530418</id><published>2006-08-01T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T21:41:49.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Boy</title><content type='html'>ok, now i've gotten back all my results.&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;Not only to my parents and my family members but even more to myself. Many pple say that the computer is one of the best inventions of the world. Not in my case. It has proven to be my downfall. Look at what adverse effects it has caused. FOOCB3. my favourite subject chemistry ended up with an F. and my most hated subject Gp got a B3. what is the world coming to? To fail 3 out of 4 A level subjects is equivalent to failing my A levels.&lt;br /&gt;How should i tell this to my parents? I know that they would be feeling really disappointed. I am guilty. I'm the stupid boy. Why?!?! But well, i do not need to tell them. My teacher Ms Kao told us all that she'll be calling all our parents. So, hopefully, the wrath of my mum would have worn down by the time i reach home. Anw, feeling really sorry for not putting enough effort into my studies. Played so much computer games during the June holidays, even up till the day my Common Tests started. Bad me.&lt;br /&gt;However, I have started to work harder. Now i stay back in school everyday until 7pm just to work on my studies when i can actually go home at 4pm. In fact i have overtaken some of my frens in my work, with the exclusion of yuliang and daniel. And many girls.haha. But will my mum see this? Cos everytime she comes into my room i would have finished my work for the day. And i would be chatting online and not doing any work. Would she feel that i'm one lazy bum? i do not want that. But i really need the comp to listen to music. I'm like Ms Kao, i need ambient music to study.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHHHH!!! Save me! I really feel like whacking my chest right now, if only that can help me and my parents feel better. I dun mind anything now. even if my whole family despises me. Cos i'll prove to them that a failure in a Common Test will not drag me down. I shall rise on eagle's wings. I shall soar. A for A levels.&lt;br /&gt;But well, it's a fact that i have failed one of the many examinations. My first. It's a fact that i did not study hard when i should.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore i shall learn from yushu.&lt;br /&gt;Priorities&lt;br /&gt;1. Study.&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep fit. ( playing a game of soccer maybe once or twice a week.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Stop playing any games on the computer, even if its solitaire.&lt;br /&gt;4. I believe the fourth priority is as good as insignificant. so anything from here onwards are things like rest or going out with frens.&lt;br /&gt;Now i shall go mug. Acid base equilibrium revision.&lt;br /&gt;Adieu (o_O)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-115443970959530418?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/115443970959530418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=115443970959530418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/115443970959530418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/115443970959530418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2006/08/stupid-boy.html' title='Stupid Boy'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-115211309566270003</id><published>2006-07-05T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T23:24:55.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lame this is so...or not</title><content type='html'>lamethisisso.blogspot.com.                     my blog address&lt;br /&gt;  somehow i seem to have lost my lameness. i'm not funny anymore. all the things about jokes and watever suddenly looks like real lame sh*t.  just toking to ming feng ( i dun even use mofo anymore.sigh), found out that sounding cheem is actually not bad. maybe its time for me to start sounding deep.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  anw, i think its all the things i've been experiencing recently that's killing my humour. maybe its studies ( pressure from my parents, all the exams, self guilt.) or maybe its cos its the last time i can touch the discus anymore, and the javelin and shot put. i dunno too. but everything seems to be screwing up in my life. i dunno too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  oh ya, about sounding cheem or serious. i guess its time to find some deep stuff to blog about. these stuff are interesting. intriguing you may say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ok, i end off here. next time i shall find some special stuff to post. maybe not so special but just unlike wat i normally like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  adieu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-115211309566270003?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/115211309566270003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=115211309566270003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/115211309566270003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/115211309566270003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2006/07/lame-this-is-soor-not.html' title='lame this is so...or not'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-114710383125037203</id><published>2006-05-08T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:57:11.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my recent names</title><content type='html'>ok, everybody, now i'm officially known as the tickler cum fren's-notes-writer. this should not be funny. but i'm becoming more and more infamous in lectures. i just dun get it, why do the teachers always look at me when i'm doing something stupid. and the whole lecture must laugh at me when the teacher announces it to the whole LT. its LT 5, the biggest one in NJC!&lt;br /&gt;First, i was poking yushu for making fun of me and erhem. then suay suay dear ms chua happened to look at my direction. " will u stop tickling each other?" *an explosion of laughter* i wanted to just bury my head into the table lor. but well, the table is too thin anyway. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Second, just happened today...i was drawing some stupid smileys on daniel's table as i found the bulldog-like yeo(mdm or ms i forgot)looked up again. i was at the same old stupid spot. "Will u stop writing on ur fren's notes?" *another explosion of laughter* i actually wanted to correct her and tell her i was actually DRAWING on my fren's TABLE. but well, that will just cause a chain explosion. so, i just gave her a thumbs up sign.&lt;br /&gt;So everybody, dun point at me and say stuff like tickle or writing fren's notes. i might get over-sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-114710383125037203?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/114710383125037203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=114710383125037203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/114710383125037203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/114710383125037203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-recent-names.html' title='my recent names'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-114294409887430863</id><published>2006-03-21T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:28:18.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Like To Tell Jokes And Be Funny</title><content type='html'>Humor is the great thing, the saving thing. The minute it crops up, all our irritations and resentments slip away and a sunny spirit takes their place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Mark_Twain/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total absence of humor renders life impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Colette/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Colette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human race has one really effective weapon, and that is laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Mark_Twain/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, so many people approve of me being funny. Yay! ok, i'm lame, but i'm healthy and i'm dangerous. (u know, the weapon?) LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-114294409887430863?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/114294409887430863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=114294409887430863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/114294409887430863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/114294409887430863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-i-like-to-tell-jokes-and-be-funny.html' title='Why I Like To Tell Jokes And Be Funny'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-114199498529206218</id><published>2006-03-10T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:49:45.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible but True</title><content type='html'>Been doing nothing for so long that i chanced upon all these information. really interesting...i simply love them.&lt;br /&gt;Most fatal car accidents happen on a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;China produces 278,564,356,980 eggs per year.&lt;br /&gt;All hospitals in Singapore use Pampers diapers.&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to know why people blush.&lt;br /&gt;Only 55% of Americans know that the sun is a star.&lt;br /&gt;According to ceremonial customs of Orthodox Judaism, it is officially sundown when you cannot tell the difference between a black thread and a red thread.&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;Most giraffes are bisexual.&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife. A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man.&lt;br /&gt;He who hesitates is probably right.&lt;br /&gt;The average lead pencil will draw a line 35 miles long or write approximately 50,000 English words.&lt;br /&gt;Windmills always turn counter-clockwise--except for the windmills in Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;To steal ideas from one person is plagiarism; to steal from many is research.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now. maybe next time i see some more then post.&lt;br /&gt;adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-114199498529206218?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/114199498529206218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=114199498529206218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/114199498529206218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/114199498529206218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2006/03/incredible-but-true.html' title='Incredible but True'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-114121745360800238</id><published>2006-03-01T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T21:27:43.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My character</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/268/2356/1600/capricorn_friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/268/2356/320/capricorn_friend.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went arnd to find out wat kind of person I am, according to my nature. (capricorn and blood A)&lt;br /&gt;maybe that's why I'm such a good listener at times and cherish my brothers so dearly...a little bhb but who cares..haha&lt;br /&gt;"Obedient, Careful, Sympathetic, Self-Sacrificing, Polite, Honest, Loyal, Emotional, Introverted &amp;amp; Nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Are reserved calm and even tempered. Sensitive to public opinion. May be Introverted, shy and nervous or ill at ease with others. May be Pessimistic. Value relationships and are loyal. Hesitant to change. Nature lovers and dislike crowds - need a private place or secret hideaway. Can be indecisive. Good at team work and obey rules.&lt;br /&gt;Dislike to touch or be touched by others."&lt;br /&gt;got that from the net...sounds quite true in fact. so pple, tell me if u see me displaying these traits...testing it out.&lt;br /&gt;haowen told me to write something more meaningful, so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;Search others for their virtues, and thyself for thy vices. --- Thomas Fuller&lt;br /&gt;bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-114121745360800238?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/114121745360800238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=114121745360800238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/114121745360800238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/114121745360800238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-character.html' title='My character'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23055209.post-114097258934368044</id><published>2006-02-27T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T00:49:49.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first and only first entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;this is so funny...hahaha.ok not funny. i'm actually blogging under haowen's influence. arghhh. i hope i dun ever forget my username and password...i finally got a blog. strange me. mugging must be the cause of this. not good. why issit that haowen can get me to do this?? very puzzling...i think i should take psychology in my further studies to find out why. *sigh*. just a deep breath, nothing much..bye bye.adios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23055209-114097258934368044?l=lamethisisso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/feeds/114097258934368044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23055209&amp;postID=114097258934368044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/114097258934368044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23055209/posts/default/114097258934368044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamethisisso.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-first-and-only-first-entry.html' title='my first and only first entry'/><author><name>BoNd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08751205512700613981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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></feed>
