<?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-13895465</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:24:37.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy Room</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113860143673379990</id><published>2006-01-29T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:10:36.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tactless : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?o2=&amp;o0=1&amp;amp;o1=1&amp;o7=&amp;amp;o5=&amp;o6=&amp;amp;o3=&amp;o4=&amp;amp;s=tactless&amp;i=0&amp;amp;h=00#c"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="pos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (adj) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?o2=&amp;o0=1&amp;amp;o1=1&amp;o7=&amp;amp;o5=&amp;o6=&amp;amp;o3=&amp;o4=&amp;amp;s=tactless"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tactless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?o2=&amp;o0=1&amp;amp;o1=1&amp;o7=&amp;amp;o5=&amp;o6=&amp;amp;o3=&amp;o4=&amp;amp;s=untactful"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;untactful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (lacking or showing a lack of what is fitting and considerate in dealing with others) "in the circumstances it was tactless to ask her age" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;taken from "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?s=tactless"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?s=tactless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Straightforward: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?o2=&amp;o0=1&amp;amp;o1=1&amp;o7=&amp;amp;o5=&amp;o6=&amp;amp;o3=&amp;o4=&amp;amp;s=straightforward&amp;i=0&amp;amp;h=0000#c"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="pos"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (adj) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?o2=&amp;o0=1&amp;amp;o1=1&amp;o7=&amp;amp;o5=&amp;o6=&amp;amp;o3=&amp;o4=&amp;amp;s=straightforward"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;straightforward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (free from ambiguity) "a straightforward set of instructions" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;taken from "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?s=straightforward"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?s=straightforward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Someone enlighten me on the difference between these 2 words ? My language is not exactly that good ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's the point of saying you want to change, you hate your past etc and on the other hand you are asking people to accept you for who you are and that's you ? That's just plain talk. No one's perfect, many people wan to change but how many has the extra motivation and desire to do what they say they will ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is friendship measured by the amount of time you know each other ? Let me mention my bestest friends here before i continue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shengwang (since pri school) - Very handsome with cute dimples but attached for abt 7 years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Minchuan (since sec school) - Smart with overflowing brain juices and single but available anot i don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chinkeong (since sec school) - Smart until hair turned white, available i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caleb (since 2002) - Smart and funny and muddy - attached for &gt; 1 year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weekeong (since 2002) - Smart, gentle, fat (he claims) - attached abt 2-3 years ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kokfei (since 2002) - handsome in his own ways - single whole life till the day he die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jabriel (since 2002) - funny, humourous - single too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. all the handsome dudes here are from ECE. hahahahaah. Non-ECE are not included cos these are the people i spent most of my time with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I treasure all my friends, i really do. I can't even remember the last time i actually quarrel with my pals. Maybe some disagreement during projects but that's it. Still, i won't say give up a friendship no matter how short it is. My stand is, i trust every single person i know until you have broken my trust. wads the basis of the friendship/relationship ? Do i treat someone better because i know him for a longer period of time ? No i don't, i treat all my friends equally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, i am the first to raise my hand to admit i am emotional and sensitive. But that's something i wanna change, any friends wanna help me ? = p .. Well was telling my friend i hate myself for being so sensitive and emotional but her reply suprised me. "Its good to consider other people's feelings. I am like that too" Awww thanks, you made me feel a little bit better about myself now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is sorry an overused word nowadays ? Sorry one moment, fuck off the next ? Anyway i hate people using sorry on me because someone actually used that too often on me before till i am immune to it. What's the point of telling someone u r sorry then doing it again ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hating people who lie and liars doesn't mean you will tell the truth either. Not telling = not lying =p but just never say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yah happy chinese new year too all. Darn bored so here i am with all the ironies. Have a good day ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113860143673379990?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113860143673379990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113860143673379990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2006/01/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113842824999348258</id><published>2006-01-27T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T22:06:40.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, suddenly felt like talking about appreciation. Someone used to tell me she appreciate me for forgiving her time and again for lying to me. However, i got all so upset with her because if you appreciate my forgiveness why must you lie to me again and again ? You should have stopped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then a friend woke me up, she said "J, she appreciating you doesn't mean she will &lt;strong&gt;RETURN&lt;/strong&gt; the appreciation. Don't be an idiot and keep getting played by her words." She added "Everyone can see how much you love her, how much love you have for her but have you ever ask her if she wants it ? Do you know if you have all the love in this world for her but if she doesn't wants it, you are giving her unnecessary pressure ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, obviously i couldn't see it then (May '05). Now i can see very clearly i think. =p So sorry i was a pest but i couldn't let go as easily as you could but i have now. Yeah, i know you said you feel guilty, guilty for treating me like this, no face to see me etc BUT feeling guilty and feeling sad for hurting me are 2 different things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People can appreicate what you have done for them but it doesn't mean they will return the appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People can say they miss you like mad but it doesn't mean they wanna see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People can say they are afraid you will leave them but who left in the end ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So what's the moral here ? Communication is the key. One person's definition of a word he/she used may be totally different to your perception of what's the word supposed to me. If not sure, ask, rather than misunderstanding each other's meaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113842824999348258?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113842824999348258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113842824999348258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2006/01/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113807676845970609</id><published>2006-01-23T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:29:29.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jiang Ru Qing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ok, i am going to rant about jiang ru qing now. For those who have no idea who is jiang ru qing (jrq), just catch the 9pm ch 8 show. Well, i am not auntie ok ? I prefer sports and discovery over drama serials but there's nothing nice so i just catch an episode of that show and i got hook. Why ? Cos that jiang ru qing reminds me of someone i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scene xxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jrq's Mum: *found pad in jrq's bag when jrq is supposedly pregnant*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jrq's Mum to jrq: Why is this thingy doing in your bag if u r pregnant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jrq: *Act blur* oh oh met my fren in the morning and she left it in my bag *breaks down and accuse mum of being biased towards jrx*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow this scene really reminds me of something that happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Idiot : why u go zouk then tell me u at home ? Go just say why must lie ? Not like i ever stop u right ? I always ask u to go with your frens but u dun wan say u dun like to club ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Popular : No i never go. No i never. No i never go. No i never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Idiot : Hello, you wrote it down in ur blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Popular : *damn, how did you find out about my blog ? i told ya i didn't have one* No i never. No i never. No i never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Idiot : *heart broken + silence* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Popular : ok i went home already then i went out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Idiot : *stumped for words*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Miss Popular : *hung up the fone*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*thoughts N actions by subjects* - supposed to protray this kinda look, feelings and actions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, i don't blame Miss Popular. Forgive me that i was so boring and not considered fun enough for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113807676845970609?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113807676845970609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113807676845970609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2006/01/jiang-ru-qing.html' title='Jiang Ru Qing'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113690576144288349</id><published>2006-01-10T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T07:10:55.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ok, PH today so managed to have dinner with my parents. Mum wants to buy cloth to make curtains thus went to woodlands central (the one near the causeway). Nice food stall. Should try also hahahaha... So sorry only 1 pic because i was too hungry to take more =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20060110_00091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/20060110_00091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, while waiting for the food to arrive, i saw quite a number of uncles ( in their 30s to 40s) eating alone. Ok fine i am an uncle too but i am an uncle in my 20s ok ? The point is i am just in my 20s but i am already eating alone most of the time. Will i be like tt too in 10 years time ? Old, lonely, balding, bulging (hey what u thinking, i meant belly not xxxxx) etc. Awwww.....Kokfei, don't worry. I won't forget my promise to call you weekly to ensure you didn't die at home if you didn't get married. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113690576144288349?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113690576144288349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113690576144288349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2006/01/dinner-with-parents.html' title='Dinner with parents'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113690522123742765</id><published>2006-01-10T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T07:00:21.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with HW and QY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Post for 9 Jan 2006&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well had dinner with HW and QY at JW. Ok this dinner was quite fulfilling because i found out that HW doesnt like to drink lao hor and QY doesn't like to eat lady fingers =p.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20060109_00090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/20060109_00090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Curry Fish head damn nice. Should try it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20060109_00089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/20060109_00089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113690522123742765?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113690522123742765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113690522123742765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2006/01/dinner-with-hw-and-qy.html' title='Dinner with HW and QY'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113690468468808744</id><published>2006-01-10T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T06:56:03.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marina Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Post for 8 jan 2006&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brought my little bro to Suntec and Marina Square for shopping even though the heaven was crying like mad. Don't cha wish you had an elder bro like me ? wahahaha ... As usual i won't talk much. Here are the pics from Marina Square food court.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20060108_00088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/20060108_00088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20060108_00087.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/20060108_00087.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;current chicken noodle introduced to me by someone once dear to me. Nice. You guys should try it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113690468468808744?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113690468468808744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113690468468808744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2006/01/marina-square.html' title='Marina Square'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113646679434228578</id><published>2006-01-05T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T05:13:14.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Scary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20060104_00084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/20060104_00084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20060104_00083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/20060104_00083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pics say it all. Not gonna add anymore things. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113646679434228578?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113646679434228578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113646679434228578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2006/01/scary-scary.html' title='Scary Scary'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113613015388849651</id><published>2006-01-01T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T07:44:32.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As my buddy mint ask for my new year resolutions, here they are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be less guillible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be less softhearted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be less charitable (in case kena cheated &gt; 10 years by NKF again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Works towards a smaller beer belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To be less procrastinating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop being narcissist (hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be less sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be more friendly (network more)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be less shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stay at home less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get advanced license&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get a challenging job !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all i think =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy new year everyone !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113613015388849651?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113613015388849651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113613015388849651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-new-year-resolutions.html' title='2006 New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113612956597786910</id><published>2006-01-01T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T07:34:43.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote pls ! For the best design</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hi guys, can vote and tell me which design you guys like best ? Can just leave a tag ! Thanks !!! Oh yah in case of copyright issues, photos courtesy of devianart ! thanks !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Equilibrium_Tattoo_by_neeth1um.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Equilibrium_Tattoo_by_neeth1um.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Angel_wings_by_Milo_Wildcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Angel_wings_by_Milo_Wildcat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Earned_My_Wings_by_breathingwithnoair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Earned_My_Wings_by_breathingwithnoair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Here_I_go_again_by_ideapuppet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Here_I_go_again_by_ideapuppet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Crane_Dance_by_Ananova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Crane_Dance_by_Ananova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/WILT_by_reiraswrath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/WILT_by_reiraswrath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Dragon_eye_by_Crybaby84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Dragon_eye_by_Crybaby84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113612956597786910?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113612956597786910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113612956597786910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2006/01/vote-pls-for-best-design.html' title='Vote pls ! For the best design'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113544067690847104</id><published>2005-12-24T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T08:12:11.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yah just in case any of my friends are interested in how i fare, i did quite ok i guess. Not too bad considering the circumstances, environment and human relation problems i had this semester. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to everyone of you out there ! May all your wishes come true !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Regards,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Uncle J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113544067690847104?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113544067690847104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113544067690847104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/12/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113544021489608933</id><published>2005-12-24T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T08:08:21.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semestral tradition - Exam Result Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pics for all of you guys to share our nus^paikias happiness ! (Phang and keong come back from shanghai quick !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps . pics of 40+ tequilla shots not available. Anyway nice meeting up with the merlion, merlion to be, Mr snowwhite and Butcher. =p Sorry for the late post. Pics dated 21-12-05. Hangover till now then got mood post hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Image008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Image021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Image022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/Image023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113544021489608933?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113544021489608933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113544021489608933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/12/semestral-tradition-exam-result.html' title='Semestral tradition - Exam Result Celebration'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113503772736155453</id><published>2005-12-19T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:15:43.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Seducer Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/fantasy-lover.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you!&lt;br /&gt;Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter.&lt;br /&gt;You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable&lt;br /&gt;Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life&lt;br /&gt;By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer 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/13895465-113503772736155453?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113503772736155453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113503772736155453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-kind-of-seducer-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Seducer Are You?'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113503748558517922</id><published>2005-12-19T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:11:25.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Passed 8th Grade Math&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/passed.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoupasseighthgrademathquiz/"&gt;Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?&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/13895465-113503748558517922?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113503748558517922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113503748558517922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/12/could-you-pass-8th-grade-math.html' title='Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113503721458401006</id><published>2005-12-19T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:06:54.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of Kisser Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA5B2" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Romantic Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFDBE0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/romantic.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance&lt;br /&gt;You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea&lt;br /&gt;The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser 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/13895465-113503721458401006?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113503721458401006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113503721458401006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-kind-of-kisser-are-you.html' title='What Kind of Kisser Are You?'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113503707709218673</id><published>2005-12-19T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T16:04:37.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Purity Score: 74%</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;Your Dating Purity Score: 74%&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/datingpuritytest/underexperienced-dater.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an under-experienced dater.&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't mean you're unexperienced - far from it.&lt;br /&gt;It just means that there's a lot of romance left to discover!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/datingpuritytest/"&gt;Dating Purity Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113503707709218673?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113503707709218673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113503707709218673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/12/dating-purity-score-74.html' title='Dating Purity Score: 74%'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113500636121941454</id><published>2005-12-19T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T07:32:41.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supper with parents !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enough said with the title ! Here comes the pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051219_00065.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/20051219_00065.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051219_00071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/20051219_00071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051219_00070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/20051219_00070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051219_00068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/20051219_00068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051219_00067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/20051219_00067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/20051219_00066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051219_00065.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113500636121941454?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113500636121941454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113500636121941454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/12/supper-with-parents.html' title='Supper with parents !'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113492433270346823</id><published>2005-12-18T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T08:45:32.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Does he/she wants it ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just some random thoughts that came across my mind...everyone wants to treat the person he/she loves/likes well but does one ask he/she if they want it ? Do they want the way you are treating them ? Is it giving them unnecessary pressure because of the way you are treating them ? Maybe everyone else can see how well you are treating your partners BUT did you ever ask if ur partner wants it ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;non related pic though...haha since last time there were complains my post has all words and no pics den the complains changed to all pics and no words so here you go. a non-related pic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051218_00064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/320/20051218_00064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051218_00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/320/20051218_00063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113492433270346823?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113492433270346823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113492433270346823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/12/does-heshe-wants-it.html' title='Does he/she wants it ?'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113466985384393720</id><published>2005-12-15T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T10:05:41.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boonlay Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051215_00058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="226" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/320/20051215_00058.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051215_00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051215_00059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/320/20051215_00059.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051215_00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/320/20051215_00060.jpg" width="207" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051215_00062.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/320/20051215_00062.0.jpg" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113466985384393720?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113466985384393720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113466985384393720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/12/boonlay-market.html' title='Boonlay Market'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113456829457291028</id><published>2005-12-14T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T05:54:48.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NYDC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051214_00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="215" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/320/20051214_00057.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oreo Obsession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051214_00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/20051214_00056_edited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/320/20051214_00056_edited.0.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sexy something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113456829457291028?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113456829457291028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113456829457291028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/12/nydc.html' title='NYDC'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113430285520570685</id><published>2005-12-11T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T04:09:41.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Capital Punishment Necessary ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At dawn on December 2nd 2005, Singapore hanged a citizen of Australia, despite a plea for clemency from the United Nations. Whilst Putfile is not a human rights campaigning organization, we believe that if a country must have the death penalty, there is no need for it be barbaric. It is enough of a punishment, and a deterrent, to take someone's life in a painless manner, without having to be barbaric about it. Putfile prefers to not continue to provide our free uploading service to a country that executes prisoners by hanging, a method of execution which can take up to six minutes to painfully execute the victim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For this reason, we are at this time terminating all service to users from Singapore. We shall be happy to restore service following any positive move from the government of Singapore towards abolition of hanging as an execution method.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Singapore,&lt;br /&gt;Putfile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113430285520570685?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113430285520570685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113430285520570685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/12/is-capital-punishment-necessary.html' title='Is Capital Punishment Necessary ?'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113298215531601325</id><published>2005-11-25T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T21:15:55.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>George Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A minute silence for George Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have no idea why i felt a twinge of sadness when i heard the news that George Best has passed away. I don't know him, never seen him in person, he plays for Man U yet i felt sad that he has left this world. I have seen videos of him playing and he was an absolute genius with the ball. I wish him all the best in his new world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113298215531601325?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113298215531601325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113298215531601325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/11/george-best.html' title='George Best'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113294658338316931</id><published>2005-11-25T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T11:28:44.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlines + Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What are the things people are interested to know ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today while i was taking the bus home, i happened to catch the 1pm news on TV Mobile. Well the news of the day was that a python was caught somewhere in Singapore. Oh thank god i saw the news, i will take extra care whenever i walk near drains. So i gather, criterias that makes good news are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;绯闻 (fei wen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;丑闻 (chou wen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;裸体 (luo ti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;尸体 (shi ti)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are these 4 factors are why people watch the news ? I have absolutely no idea. If you have more, maybe you can share them with me. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As time passes, everyone changes, this is an undeniable fact. Be it you or me, we change. Sometimes we know that we have change, sometimes we don't. Changes may be good or bad but it's all down to perception. For example, if someone who was once bad tempered has mellowed, to you it may be a good change, but to another person it may not be so. Why ? It is a "good" change to you because he used to flare up at you for no reason but it may be a "bad" change to another person because he has lost this fiery character, fire in him that you have always liked in him. You gain some, you lose some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If your partner and you have been together for 10 years, i am sure both of you have change in 1 way or another. I believe that in order to make the relationship work, you guys should adapt to the changes and use it to benefit the r/s  instead of quarreling over "you've changed", "you were not like this last time", "you used to spend all your time with me, now you spend them on your work" etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everytime you are flaring up, take a deep breathe before you say or do anything. Things will turn out better. Accept the fact some people like to solve things ASAP while some are escapist. (Type A and type B personalities i guess).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Again, I apologise for posting no pics because i have no pics. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113294658338316931?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113294658338316931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113294658338316931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/11/headlines-changes.html' title='Headlines + Changes'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113247876066417413</id><published>2005-11-20T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:37:45.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Realtime Progams in Humans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If the action absolutely must occur at a certain moment (or within a certain range), we have a hard real-time system. A real time system is one in which the system respond to events within a finite and specifiable delay in order to change its environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upon reading Jerry's post on Heartland Commandoes, i finally understand why i always failed to get onto the trains or buses during rush hour. This is because i do not have a hard real time system. Other commuters definitely have this because of the synchronization they have with the timings the train doors would open and close. As long as they enter the trains before the door closes, they have met their deadlines. This is guaranteed through their fast context switching times and interrupt handling time. The fast context switching time ensures that commuters are able to switch from a sleeping or pretending to doze off mode to the mode of rushing for the next destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The scheduling policy they use is most probably "type A personality wins first". This policy ensures that those with more extreme type A personality will reach their destination (be it train doors, lifts, escalators etc) first. For more info on type A personality, please refer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Type_A_personality"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Type_A_personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Deadlock ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deadlock"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deadlock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ) could occur if a guy A is pulling another guy B's bag and this bag happens to be stuck inbetween the train doors thus no progress is possible. The door cannot close and train cannot move off unless the guy A let go of the bag. A deadlock recovery algorithm they could use it to release the bag or in the worst case, chop off A's hand. Deadlock prevention could be carried in the 1st place but i won't discuss it further. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why must people stand directly in front of the door trying to enter the train when they know people would be getting off the train ???? Can't you see the boxes drawn to guide you to queue up ? My conclusion is, no one can see the boxes because its drawn on the ground. Why ? Because we have been taught to look up when we walk unless we are looking for gold on the ground. Even when you are playing soccer, dribbling the ball, please look up for teammates to pass to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The solution to this would be to use those metal railings that guide people to queue in bus interchanges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And why must people lean on the pole ? If you are leaning your whole sweaty body on the pole, how am i going to hold on to it to balance myself ?? I propose this solution:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/1600/polesoln.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3168/1240/200/polesoln.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Please click to enlarge image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry for the ugly drawing. This would ensure that no one is able to lean on the pole and provide ample places for people to hold on to as you know nowadays the train rides are most likely to be quite rough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113247876066417413?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113247876066417413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113247876066417413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/11/hard-realtime-progams-in-humans.html' title='Hard Realtime Progams in Humans'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113238980249974217</id><published>2005-11-19T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T00:46:37.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding Computer Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This image is helpful for understanding computer technology. Do view it...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a185/zilei/computerTech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a185/zilei/computerTech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Please click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113238980249974217?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113238980249974217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113238980249974217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/11/understanding-computer-technology_19.html' title='Understanding Computer Technology'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113232406845532747</id><published>2005-11-18T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T06:29:35.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My own personal experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once upon a time, far far away in a secondary school in the west, there was a student who was stereotyped to be an "ah beng" just because he has natural brown hair. Due to this, he was often picked upon by teachers especially during his lower secondary school years because his results were not good. However, as his results got better, the attitude towards him become more positive. Can it concluded that grades of students are positively related to teachers' attitudes towards them ? Well, not conclusive enough. Just a coincidence that's all. (remember the first post, we should judge critically information fed to us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One special incident that triggers off memories was that during one of his geography class in secondary one, a teacher nicknamed &lt;strong&gt;"sissy tang"&lt;/strong&gt; insisted that he shift from his normal seating position, which was at the back, to the front during a class test. He was the only one who was asked to shift. Obviously being a young and rebellious teenager, he refused and was subsequently banned from the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hindsight, stereotyping could be a good thing in schools if use correctly. For example, students like uncle J were stereotyped to be from the category &lt;strong&gt;"cannot make it (cmi)"&lt;/strong&gt; so special attention and care could be given to them. However, not all teachers are the same. Some (for eg sissy tang) simply just treat this special group of students as "shit". Thus it's a double-edged sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge all teachers to give special care and attention to this special group of students. Please do not treat them as outcasts. Uncle J is very thankful for the care and concern some of his secondary school teachers gave him. How often do you get DMs asking you to go to their office to show you letters from the ss branch of CID to ask you avoid mixing with certain students ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113232406845532747?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113232406845532747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113232406845532747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-own-personal-experience.html' title='My own personal experience'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13895465.post-113232016684304921</id><published>2005-11-18T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T06:28:51.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The existence of stereotyping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Definition of Stereotyping&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A widely held but fixed and oversimplified image or idea of a particular type of person or group. It is to define set of characteristics attributed to a certain group. These classifications can be negative and positive. It is often associated with prejudice and discrimination. Stereotype is the cognitive component whereas prejudice and discrimination are the affective and the behavior component respectively. As a result of the association, it is typically related more to the negative aspects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Counteracting Stereotyping&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To counteract stereotyping, it is important that we cultivate congnitive empathy in people. &lt;strong&gt;Cognitive empathy&lt;/strong&gt; is taking the perspective of another person to know objectively what he/she is thinking and feeling. One is sympathetic to another person but do not get picked up and carried away in a stream of emotions attached to a person's feelings and actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The following 3 sequential steps to successfully use empathy in interacting with others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hear the intended message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Analyze the message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Respond to the message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ways to counter balance the possible words or actions that could lead to stereotyping:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whenever we encounter a situation where someone is stereotyping about a certain group, we could provide counter examples that provide a rather different perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We could also point out positive aspects of a particular ethnic group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We should watch our language patterns to avoid making sweeping statements such as 'they always'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We should actively question the reliability of the source of the information; resisting the impulse to stereotype based on a few incidents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We should challenge possible pre-judgment or false interpretation of behavior by pointing out that judgment and interpretations of behavior viewed from one’s own cultural perspective may not hold true for another cultural group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We should also help people deal with their angry feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13895465-113232016684304921?l=stodgy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113232016684304921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13895465/posts/default/113232016684304921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stodgy.blogspot.com/2005/11/existence-of-stereotyping.html' title='The existence of stereotyping'/><author><name>whoElse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02508506743730148722</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
