<?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-3895607576004820539</id><updated>2011-07-07T15:01:22.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-8731910468197964362</id><published>2010-03-05T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:17:54.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long time since I wrote anything on this blog. So lets me start clearing off the cobwebs and write again eh? Its going to be cuntfest blog post about cunts who have hogged the scandalous limelight so er....be prepared I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads of things have happened since the last time I blogged. Babies have been born, people have become parents, I'm starting to clear my off and leave, Ahmad has actually lost weight, Michael Jackson is dead, Liang Po Po had a affair.....so many things have happened, so many things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things has changed, yet something still remains. The dumbness of SAF. Yes yes its probably a old story but the longer you're in the army, the more you start to think "why the fuck is everyone paying so much taxes when it all goes into these regulars pockets?" Now I know I have some regular friends, people like Marcus and Darius Koh(brother of Natalie Koh), but so far, they haven't been brainwashed yet so its not that bad. By brainwash, I mean total annihilation of ALL thought processes in a person, clearing out all his years of education, his parents/guardian painstaking and loving lessons of morals over the years down the drain. That is generally what happens when you stay in the army for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst case in point are the warrant officers. Its amazing how most of them think they actually have power and act like they're in charge. You know the irritating kind of person who is asked to implement his bosses ideas but acts like he thought of them in the first place and tries to appear smart but fails miserably. Yes those kind of people. The kind you really feel like punching, and if you can't, just punching the wall beside them would help to ease your anger. After working almost all their life to get where they are, some young 19yo punk goes through 9 months of training and becomes higher ranking than them. Which is kinda sad actually. Some of them know their place, they know that well, they aren't high up so lets not act like that, lets treat everyone nice because I'm in no position not to anyway. Those at least you can sympathize with. After all everyone makes mistakes like signing on in the army as a specialist(sergeants and warrant officers), as long as you acknowledge it and work on redeeming yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the army though. If you ask me for the most interesting stories I have about my army life, I am sad to say but I have none. Ok maybe some minor interesting stories, but I'll save that for the next entry(whenever that may be).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, any one noticed that the past 6months or so has pretty much been scandal after scandal? First Tiger Woods, then John Terry then (C)Ashley Cole Liang Po Po. Let me start by giving my 2 cents worth about the scandal closest to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we start with the overhyped Jack Neo/Liang Po Po/Liang Si Mei scandal. Firstly, all I've got to say about this whole issue is WHAT A LOSER! How many girls did he try to get fresh with? Reportedly about 10. How many did he manage to snag? By his own admission, ONE! That is a mere 10% success rate. Furthermore, the only reason he managed to get that girl is because she's just desperate for some fame and wants to break into the celebrity business. I believe my 50+ old uncle who is a bus driver, is short, fat and in no imaginable way good looking has got a better success rate than Jack. Granted, he hits on women about 30 years plus minus but STILL! It just goes to show that most girls AREN'T that desperate, or maybe, and I think this is the more probable reason, Jack is really not good looking. It says a lot when I think he looks better as Liang Si Mei than when he's himself. However, should this scandal negatively impact him to the point of him deciding to quit the entertainment business and starting on a new career, I would recommend him to sign on as a Warrant Officer. I'm pretty convinced he could make a pretty good warrant officer. Overestimating oneself? Check. Lustful/tiko? Check. Not good looking? Check. Fat and unfit? Check. Has incredibly BAD ideas? Hell yeah(his movies suck. Period).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, lets touch a little bit(though I'm pretty sure she'll like to be touched more) on the girl in the midst of the scandal, Wendy. She's the kind of girl that if you meet her in a club and she manages to seduce you and you intend to bring her to a hotel for some fun, but when you see her under better lighting you start to laugh and start feeling her groin area for a penis cause you think its some prank and that she's your friend dressed up as a girl trying to trick you but when you realise she's the real deal, start to feel all sick and queasy like a Iraqi prisoner being made to watch teletubbies. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we head on to the John Terry scandal. To summarise for those of you in the dark, John Terry is a Chelsea footballing cunt who slept with his (former)best friend, Wayne Bridge's wife. Which is kinda shitty even for him. I always knew JT was a first class poopface, the snivelling asswipe but this is probably a new low. I mean, its your best friend's wife, the mother of your best friend's kids. Imagine what trauma their kids would suffer when they grow up and know that their mother had sexual relations with someone like him. In fact, it wouldn't surprise me at all if tomorrow there are reports of JT having an affair with his team mate Didier Drogba's dog just so he could brag about fucking a horny bitch in bed. Wouldn't surprise me at all, I would probably just say "Oh, just another usual day of being John Cunterry" and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it also any coincidence that his Chelsea team mate, (C)Ashley Cole, one of the greediest footballer around also has been found cheating on his celebrity wife, Cheryl Cole? Just goes to show you what mixing around with people like JT everyday can do to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough cunts for this post. I'm pretty sick of them. It would be too much to hope that retribution comes to them, cause we know that this world is made up of mostly assholes and that all the fuss made by the public is just another way to cover up their own misdeeds and guilt. For example, a husband who often gambles can now tell his wife that "Hey, at least I'm not Jack Neo" and the wife would forgive him and start thanking her lucky stars that at the very least, she isn't married to a fat, nerdy looking cheating cunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then, to end off this post on a positive note. Its gonna be the slightly mushy part again so don't read it if you don't want to. Just ignore the paragraph. Anyway, got to say that things with Jacinta is still good, we have definitely come a long way for 2 years, learnt more about each other and still spend quality time. Though NS life does disrupt us sometimes, she has been more than understanding and I thank her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats it I suppose. Hopefully this is the last episode of "The World's Biggest Cunts" I'll have to write about. I'll just end off by giving you this website which was incredibly being advertised on a Taxi---&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.catchcheatingspouse.sg/"&gt;http://www.catchcheatingspouse.sg/&lt;/a&gt; . Pretty apt for this entry I believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-8731910468197964362?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/8731910468197964362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=8731910468197964362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8731910468197964362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8731910468197964362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2010/03/long-time-since-i-wrote-anything-on.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-1406687180660876539</id><published>2009-04-04T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:14:43.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good arse Sunday to you all. I'm doing weekend duty in the Medical Centre and as usual, there's absolutely f*ck all to do in here. And I don't mean it in a bad way, it's actually quite a relaxing way to spend your weekend. Anyway just thought I might update this blog a little. Oh and as I'm feeling in the mood, this entry will be punctuated with several profanities. Blame it on cunts in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters I guess I'll just update a little as to what I'm doing nowadays. I've been posted to Chong Pang Medical Centre and I am a 8-5 medic there unless there's duty whereby I'll have to stay in here. Its not that bad, there's TV, internet to use, a heater for the shower, air-condition all around, a gym and swimming pool nearby and quite good food just outside the camp. The working environment ain't that bad either, of course with the exceptions of 1 or 2 assholes who spoil the environment. You're bound to meet one everywhere you go eh? Overall though, its pretty slack in here and I quite enjoy myself here so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just thought I'll give my input about a certain TV advertisement showing in Singapore. You see, living in Hougang temporarily has forced me to take buses on a very regular basis, as such, watching advertisements on TV mobile has become somewhat of a norm for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first advertisement I would draw you attention to is the new Vitagen advertisement starring Felicia Chin. Now I am not sure if it is only shown on TV mobile or if it shown on regular TV as well but for the uninitiated, its about people who drink Vitagen and how to spot them. In several different settings, we are shown sleepy and lifeless people going about their everyday lives. They obviously are not Vitagen drinkers. Then suddenly, Lo and Behold, we see a perky, sprightly guy who is the centre of attention and ta-da! we have found our Vitagen drinker! Looks like a pretty much normal though inexcusably lame advertisement right? That's what you would think but if you notice, just after the Vitagen drinker is found, it cuts back to Felicia Chin, dressed in a low cut dress, who is inexplicably bending down, thus showing 2 other things that are quite perky and sprightly. Certainly they were the centre of attention as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question I have would be, why didn't they just cut to the aforementioned scene with Felicia and her 2 good friends instead of wasting money on the redundant scenes before that. After all, it is quite obvious that the producers or director of the advertisement was using Felicia's sex factor to sell a wholesome family product like Vitagen. There's no other way to explain why Felicia would be bending down. She wasn't even holding a Vitagen bottle for f*ck's sake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story? Sex sells so don't bother about trying anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, just something random I heard on the radio not too far back. It was a advertisement on Power 98 and they were advertising for some Army open house or roadshow or something to that effect. Apart from the usual "come join us for games and fun" and "know more about the army", what made my stomach swell with disgust to the point of collapsing into itself, was their loud proclamation of "come and let your taste buds enjoy a sampling of our sumptuous combat rations". Er....what the f*ck? The words "enjoy", "sumptuous" and "combat rations" should NEVER be used together in a sentence. Ask any army personnel what they think of combat rations and do not be surprised if "despair", "darkness", "spawn of hell" and "offspring of a mutated ostrich and madonna" crops up. Or words to that effect at least. How low can they go in trying to promote the army? To actually have combat rations as one of their highlights shows an utter lack of thinking and pure stupidity on their part. Typical I guess, of the SAF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from Singapore now and into the land of silliness, Rihanna is about the marry Chris Brown, the man who attacked her. Now I'm not sure why he did such an act but seeing as how shallow and foolish and utterly talentless Rihanna is, it would not be hard pressed to find the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Brown: Er...honey, listen, would you mar...&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna: Baby? Cause in the dark, you can't see shiny cars..&lt;br /&gt;Brown: What the hell? Give me a moment baby, just listen and stop singing for awhile. I wan..&lt;br /&gt;R: And that's when you need it there, with you I'll always share&lt;br /&gt;B: ??? You're not making any sense hon, listen will you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;R: Now that it's raining more than ever, know that we'll still have each other&lt;br /&gt;B: So is it yes or no?&lt;br /&gt;R: You can stand under my umbrella&lt;br /&gt;B:  WTF!?! You're pissing me off, you're not even listening. Is it YES OR NO?&lt;br /&gt;R: Ella ella ella&lt;br /&gt;B: *punch*&lt;br /&gt;R: eh eh eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown should realise his beloved Rihanna is probably deaf which is the reason for the tuneless noise she produces and markets as music to the tone deaf general population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long post and I'm going to sleep now. The most popular pastime we medics do on weekend duty is sleep. Before that though, I'll just like to say that my dear and I are still going strong, even though we are each busy with our own stuff, me with my army slacking and her with her university mugging. We still make time for each other even though we don't have as much time to go out with each other. I know its not easy and sometimes the stress will get to us but dear, I'll still be by your side whatever comes along ok? Some strong bonds and strong feelings will just last forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, ciao for now. Till the next time I update, drink less and eat more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's still the queen of all I've seen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every song and city far and near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaven help me mademoiselle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She plays the piano for all the world to hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-1406687180660876539?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/1406687180660876539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=1406687180660876539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/1406687180660876539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/1406687180660876539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-arse-sunday-to-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-1228562129390478709</id><published>2009-01-01T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:44:40.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all, Happy New Year(due to the timing of this entry, it is entirely up to you to decide if its Happy Chinese New Year or just a regular New Year) to one and all. Its been a crazy, unpredictable, roller coaster kind of year for everyone I'm sure. Well, we can all look forward to the year 2009 now, hoping that this year will bring us more smiles and less tears(hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right ho. So what am I up to nowadays? Pretty much the same thing. Things are certainly great in combat medic spec course. Its like heaven as compared to SISPEC or BMT. Yes definitely so. The difference between the combat medic specialist course and my previous time in army is really stark. Its like getting beat up in a fight by IP Man and Bruce Lee but after that getting to fight a plush toy teddy bear. Of all the craziest thing, we do have our own admin time here and my course commanders, shocker of shockers, actually keeps their word. And here I was, thinking that the SAF were devoid of all competent or decent army regulars. Apart from that however, in all seriousness, this vocation of medic has got to be one of the most useful vocations of all because I can use the skills and knowledge I learn which can be applied in civilian life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just completed my hospital attachment(part of my learning syllabus of combat medic, how bloody cool is that?) to Tan Tock Seng Hospital for 2 days, which apart from seeing several rather cringe worthy things was pretty boring. Cringe worthy things include the extremely painful to watch &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urinary_catheterization"&gt;Urinary catheterization&lt;/a&gt;, extremely painful to smell bowel and urinary incontinence and the many injections some patients have to take at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, my good buddy Daniel IVing some unsuspecting mental patient was a sight to behold as well, since as usual, he messed up and ruptured her vein. Well, trust me, mental patient or not, its just plain cruel to have someone like Daniel doing IV on you. Yes, I have been on the recieving end of his IVs during practice sessions every week and he has not managed to succeed on even 1, causing me immense pain in the process, I might add. Oh yes, one of the drawbacks of this medic course is the weekly IV sessions which are generally painful, bloody and full of sore arms and tested friendships after everything is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, one last thing about the hospital attachment, indeed it was a good experience in hospital nonetheless, especially for the TTSH attachment people who all seem to be enamoured with a NYP nursing student named Carisa Chow. Admittedly, she is sweet looking enough but somehow, the way she sweet talked a uncle, then proceeded to stuff a 20cm catheter down his nose spoilt the sweet angelic image the other attachees project her to be. By the way, the poor uncle was so shell shocked that he just stood there staring into space for a good 3 minutes. I imagine it IS the natural response when someone just stuffed 20cm of plastic tube into your nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am sitting here on my roller chair which is serving as my current mode of transport around the house right now. Why is that you may wonder. Well, playing soccer has certain dangers to it and injuries are frequent amongst players. I have been pretty lucky for 20+ years of my life in never having sustained a very serious injury from soccer and indeed this trend has continued. You see, instead of maybe breaking my ankle, I have merely sprained it, albeit badly, but the damage is not that bad. Of course I can't walk for this period of time since I can't exert too much weight on it. What irks me however, is that I will not be able to play anymore soccer for a certain period of time, which I estimate to be about 2 weeks. It really is a bitch having to do things on one leg though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok while it has been a long post, I'll like to end this post off by saying Happy 14th Months to my dear! Yes, in a blink of an eye its been 14th months and we are still going strong, despite my recent moodiness. Thanks for being patient and always being there for me ok dear? I know school will take most of your time but we'll still try to make time for each other, that I promise you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that, I bid you adieu till the next time. Whenever that may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-1228562129390478709?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/1228562129390478709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=1228562129390478709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/1228562129390478709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/1228562129390478709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-of-all-happy-new-yeardue-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-4917168280986856704</id><published>2008-11-01T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:37:49.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it's been very long since I updated, but that's because the soul eating organisation of Singapore or more commonly known as the SAF has been using up my precious time and limited energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I'm done with BSLC, short for Basic Section Leader Course. It's part of SISPEC, which is short for Some Incredibly Stupid People Expecting Conformity. My rank has risen to a Corporal, which is not TOO bad, considering that some people take almost all of their 2 years in NS to be promoted to a Corporal. The training is not that tough physically, but it is a constant mental challenge to keep your mind active when all you're doing is sitting down in either a training shed or a lecture hall waiting for large periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to admit, being in SISPEC made me lose what little desire I had in serving NS, seeing how the people in charge conduct themselves, how job weary they seem, how they make empty promises and how poorly they try to motivate us. It is quite worrying to know that if Singapore ever went to war, the army will be led and supposedly galvanized by these kind of "commanders" who can barely inspire a cow to moo. The simple fact remains that those in charge in the SAF lead not because they can, but because they have a rank on their shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of ranting though. I am out of SISPEC after all and having a MUCH better life training to be a Medic Specialist. Things there are much better and I am actually learning a real skill, which I can use in the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is something which I've got my eye on recently, but for the lack of finances have restricted myself. The first of which is none other than the game RED ALERT 3! The game series Red Alert has all along been my childhood game, all the way when it first came out and my uncle bought the original Red Alert game for me to play on my Windows 98(or is it 95?), to Red Alert 2, where I spent majority of my upper Secondary School days playing it. It is probably one of the first ever, if not first computer game I've ever played. Honestly though, it is probably too early to buy the game now, shall wait for the price to drop before doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes so fast, in a blink of an eye and its one year to the day Dear and I got attached. Well, it has been a wonderful 1 year together and there will be many more to come. Thanks for everything dear and your present was wonderful and lovely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-4917168280986856704?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/4917168280986856704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=4917168280986856704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4917168280986856704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4917168280986856704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-know-its-been-very-long-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-6584734988101187429</id><published>2008-09-16T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T02:47:39.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you tired of the hustle and bustle of city life? Is life in the heart of Singapore a tad too hectic for your liking? Ever dreamt of taking the time off to go to a place of nature, where you can reconnect to you inner self? Think you're getting too fat sitting on the office chair day in and day out while snacking on things you bought at 7-11? Trying hard to lose weight but can never seem to find it in you to do it and you want a cheap way to do so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have recently been asking yourself these questions or have answered yes to any of the above questions, I have one answer for you: You're living a luxurious life you jackhole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 days break. And I'm halfway through, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I haven't touched this blog for goodness knows how long. I kinda lost the feel of this whole blogger layout. Reason for this long absence, I guess all of you should know already. NS- National Service/Nasty Shit. I've just completed the very 1st phase of what should be a long and laborious 1year 10 months, the BMT phase in Tekong, where I went in as a recruit and have passed out as a private. For those of you unfamiliar with the army jargon, that is in civilian terms, the equivalent to being upgraded from a toilet cleaner to a toilet cleaner in sunglasses, it just doesn't make much of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what of NS? While it may not be as tough as before, the fact remains that National Service is as disorganised as items in a 1980s provision shop. It does not promote thinking or lets you use your brains in any capacity whatsoever. Freedom is minimal, all one has to do to thrive in NS is behave like a dog. Follow orders of your superior(whatever he says, just do it), suck up to him and be friendly to all around you. Which kinda explains why I don't excel in NS life. Apart from making good friends, I don't really have any other notable achievements in NS. My physical training is below average, I absolutely loathed field camp and you'd trust Dick Cheney more with a rifle than you would with me. A lot of the things in NS makes no sense, which is probably the main reason why I do not bother putting in my 100%. Several of the illogical things in NS include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Digging of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shell_scrape"&gt;shell scrape&lt;/a&gt;. A shell scrape was only useful for the Vietnam war, a war which happened more than a decade ago. In modern times, with such sophisicated weapons and equipment, a shell scrape can offer you as much protection as your blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Standing by area/bed. We do not get ANY free time at all because most of the time, we will have to be cleaning the whole company area, just because our commanders want to see that we're living in a clean environment. Now I'll fully understand if it were held once a week, but to have it almost twice in a day is unbelievably stupid. There will be NO stand by area which can meet the standards that they're looking for simply because Tekong is just plain dusty and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Basic Close Combat Training(BCCT). I admit the first few exercises of this training can be quite useful as it teaches you how to fight hand to hand. The last few exercises however, where we were taught to fight with a SAR21 was ridiculously pointless. Firstly, the weight of the SAR21 is considerable and having to lift up the weapon itself is a chore, much less to say swinging it. The range of the rifle in close combat is also negligible. In short, close combat fighting should not be done with a SAR21 as it has the same amount of effectiveness as a soldier squatting down and closing his eyes while praying for the enemy to spontaneously combust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)SAR21 was designed only for right-handers. I think this is self explanatorily dumb so I won't bother to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are obviously more illogical things in the NS which I won't go into detail about as it would take too much time. Suffice it to say that the organisational skills of the people there are horrible, the information flow is very poor and most of the medical officers in Tekong deserve to be injected with my cat's poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long entry so far but I'll just like to say that things would have been a lot harder for me in NS if I did not have the support of my wonderful family and my dear! Its been a wonderful 9 months+ with her, coming to 10 months soon and things are still going strong between us. Hearing her voice every night while in Tekong temporarily brought me back to the sweet old times and constantly thinking of her kept me going throughout BMT. So thanks a lot dear, for your support and love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I bid you all adieu till the next entry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-6584734988101187429?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/6584734988101187429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=6584734988101187429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6584734988101187429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6584734988101187429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-tired-of-hustle-and-bustle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-1248768239787486224</id><published>2008-07-07T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T22:39:48.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been quite sometime since I last updated. And it will be quite sometime before I next update. Why? The reason is simple. This coming Thursday, on the 10th of July, I'll lose my freedom to my country, serving the nation in what we Singaporeans know as National Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready? I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Physically ready? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Mentally ready? My mind ain't weak so yea.&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally ready? Not too sure. See, it all boils down to my enlistment date coinciding with dear's birthday. So being the softhearted kind of girl, dear will surely cry when she sends me off to Tekong and that is never a nice sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from that, I've long quit my job at Singapore Exhibition Services(SES), straight after the CommunicAsia event, which was widely covered in most media. Enjoyed my stint in the company, bar a few moments but every job has their rough patches. I also went on a trip with my Parents and Dear to Redang, it was really great, the scenery was great, the water was clear and the sand smooth. The stars under the clear night sky are countless, as are the fishes that swim near you when you go snorkeling. Drinking coconuts and ice-blended drinks by the beachside and just relaxing is just awesome. Having Dear beside me to enjoy this just makes this holiday, the first I've had in many years, one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I believe it is time for me to start packing for the Army. Take care everybody, I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Hopefully fitter and leaner. Yeah, I'll be bald too. So see you all in 2 weeks time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Though I know I'll never lose affection &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For people and things that went before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I'll often stop and think about them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In my life I love you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-1248768239787486224?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/1248768239787486224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=1248768239787486224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/1248768239787486224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/1248768239787486224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-quite-sometime-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-3462525355808790545</id><published>2008-06-01T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T08:16:25.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A short post so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it's another month, the month of June which awaits us. What lies in store for me in the month of June? Well, for one, Ahmad "pepe" Farid is going to NS this coming Friday. Yes, its such a short period of time, which makes me realise that soon, I'll be the one going into NS before I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright the next part is for my Dear, so if you don't like to read sappy stuff, then just skip the whole part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today being the 1st of the month, meant that Dear and I "celebrated" our 6 wonderful months together. Right, so 6 months might not seem like much to celebrate, but when its with someone as wonderful as Dear, then its a whole different thing altogether because every single day I'm with her is a blessing. Her warmth, sincerity, care and love just serves to remind me that I'm one lucky chap. Our relationship is still running strong and like a long never ending road, it's strength will never decrease. Anyway, Dear made a knitted bolster cover for me, complete with a little bolster so I could hold it to sleep every night I can't hold her to sleep(metaphorically speaking). In return, I surprise Dear with a pair of Charles and Keith's shoe which she had her eye on. Pictures of the shoe and the bolster can be found at Dear's blog in my link section. Also, went to the bird park with Dear on Saturday, though the weather was less than ideal. Had fun there and even saw a penguin pooping in the water (before you chide me for putting pooping penguins as an attraction, let me ask you this, have you seen a penguin poop before?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, that's it for this post, more the next time. Happy 6th months dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a note of interest, does anyone know why they call it the birds and the bees? What's the damn link???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's hard to keep you away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-3462525355808790545?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/3462525355808790545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=3462525355808790545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/3462525355808790545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/3462525355808790545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/06/short-post-so-here-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-817927077966249000</id><published>2008-05-16T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T01:25:33.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I find some time to blog again. Well actually to be honest I'm typing part of this entry in notepad at office, since things are more slack now, and busily typing stuff makes you look busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm quite sure that you would have read about the Myanmar Cyclone Nargis disaster as well the earthquake in China. Both are natural disasters which have claimed many lives. But while both disasters are huge in their own rights, I cannot help but pity the Burmese more. If I had $100 to donate between these 2 relief aids, I would most probably donate it all to the China disaster. But isn't this contradicting my previous sentence about me pitying the Burmese more? Reason is simple, while I do pity the Burmese more, I know that my $100 would go directly into being used to help the kids in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stark contrast between the 2 governments in these 2 countries is very evident. We all know what the military government is doing. They are despicable, scheming, deviously cunning and have small greedy piggy (no offence to pigs) eyes. They are using and manipulating this natural disaster to further strengthen their stranglehold rule over the poor helpless people of Myanmar. You cannot help but feel sorry for them as you read about reports of another disaster about to hit Myanmar. Only this time its men with small greedy piggy eyes-made. Famine and disease are about to plague the country and what do the military government do? They hoard the good food up and give the rotten food to those who really need it. It really is a sad world we live in at times, when we see such inhumanity in people's hearts. There's not much I can say here on, the wrongdoings and shortcomings of humankind are apparent for all to see. To quote from the stupid Mcgriddles advertisement, "It is what it is", what more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard or read this somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: If there are really aliens in this universe, why have they not invaded us yet?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: They would rather save their time and effort, while watching us tear ourselves apart through selfishness and greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other things then. Sincerity is important. You know it, I know it but how many of us are blinded by the materialistic side of things? For example, if someone bought you something expensive like a diamond or the latest handphone, would you appreciate it more than if someone spent hours or days making for you something? Since most of you can see the angle I'm trying to put across here, you would now say you appreciate the latter. But try telling yourself that when you really are in that position. For me, I have long valued sincerity over the materialistic side of things. In fact, I love simple things, I have no need nor no want for branded goods. To me, the greatest gift anyone can give you is time, followed by effort, because time is something which once given can never be returned and effort is something that cannot be measured but only appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when someone spends the time and effort doing something for you, appreciate it, for he or she has given you 2 things which money can't buy. Money can be earned, but time and effort can only be given. It may be simple things like a scrapbook, or more complicated things like a cross stitch or knitting, or maybe even forming words with candles for someone. Each of these should remain as memories in your life, for that person has deemed you important enough to spend his time on you. Keep that in mind people, SINCERITY is the one gauge of how much you mean to another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A biblical story about sincerity goes somewhat like this: Many people who went to church started giving their offerings when it ended. Since most of them were rich, it was common sight to see bags of gold coins being given as offerings. However, a poor woman in rags suddenly came in and gave 2 bronze coins(that being I guess, the cents of our time), which prompted a rather scornful remark from Jesus disciple(I think it was anyway, it may have just been a passerby). The disciple's remarked to Jesus saying "look at her giving such a small offering, how can she expect to be blessed when compared to those who give bags of gold?" To which Jesus replied "She will be blessed the most because while the rich only gave a fraction of their wealth, this poor lady gave ALL of her wealth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerity is probably the reason why I don't want to go into the business world, where there are full of hypocrites, backstabbers, liars and boot licker/apple polishers. Where they only talk and treat you nicely if you're on top, while treating you like shit when you're just a low position staff. But watch how these people change their tune when you're up there and above them. Such cunts are aplenty in this world, but most of them can be found in the business world. More on this next entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its been a long entry anyway, more like my usual self eh? Ok, I know the tone has been pretty serious. So I'm going to end this entry but just to lighten the mood somewhat, let me recount one funny name I came across again. I was doing press registration for my company and I came across this name: Anal Thrawastky. When I read it I immediately went what the crap? in my head and double checked to see if I was seeing things. Nope, I wasn't. Now how crap is it to have Anal as your name? His must be cursing his luck for having such a shit name which I am sure has made him, literally the butt of all jokes. But let's not forget to pity his wife. I mean, she can't ever say that she loves her husband can she? Hahaha, yea I hope you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then I'm done with this entry so ciao to all and to all, have a Happy Vesak Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We're 2 of a kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-817927077966249000?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/817927077966249000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=817927077966249000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/817927077966249000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/817927077966249000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-find-some-time-to-blog-again.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-15542433282903075</id><published>2008-05-08T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T07:37:34.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short update. Not really in the mood nor do I have time to blog a long entry. So to keep things simple, I'll just put in point form what has been happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finished the FHA 2008 and damn, it was a really great event. Was tired out but the experience of being there and the satisfaction of knowing that you played your part in such a huge and prestigious event cannot be measured. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have recieved my Army Letter. I will be going in on 10th July, which coincidentally is on Dear's birthday. As you might expect, neither of us are too happy over this piece of news. Heck, the word happy shouldn't even be in that sentence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still working in Singapore Exhibition Services. The people there are nice except for a few loudmouth louts (or maybe just one) but I'm enjoying my time there. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be going to Genting next week, Friday to Sunday with the Daniel, Paul, Ben, Melvin etc. At least I think so. Ping Shen just told me that he wasn't sure if they had booked it yet. Most disconcerting I have to say.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realise that I have not been going out with my friends as of late. I'll try to make time to go out with you guys alright.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, but most importantly, Dear and I have already passed our 5 month. While it may have been 1 week ago's matter, I'll just like to say Happy 5th month to my Dear! I enjoy every minute I'm with you and we'll continue to have good times alright? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok that's about it I guess. Well well, pretty long entry still, but hey, by my standards its pretty dwarfed already. Alright then goodnight everybody and Dear, I finally updated my blog so you can stop pinching me in certain areas ok? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a side note, Chippy's are great. And I really am looking forward to a holiday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-15542433282903075?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/15542433282903075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=15542433282903075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/15542433282903075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/15542433282903075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-short-update.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-1918806381392836271</id><published>2008-03-30T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:57:28.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been almost a month since I actually blogged anything. Pretty long and dear has been complaining that I don't give her anything to read. Not that I didn't want to blog you know, its just that my Internet had some problem which did not allow me to access gmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so lets see, how do I start this post.......well, maybe I could start off by writing what I've been doing recently. Yes, that sounds like a good idea. See, one of the reasons why I couldn't blog also is cause I'm working now. What am I doing? Well I'm doing a administrative job at Singapore Exhibition Services. Now administrative jobs have never been my cup of tea. Its boring, its mundane and its downright mind-numbing. However, money and the need for it is a powerful motivator. I have been living on the edge of being totally broke since the middle of the month so when this job came along, I took it up without much hesitancy. Of course there are several perks to taking this job as well, the most important one being that dear is also working in the same company as I am now as a receptionist, though she'll only start on 9th April. I on the other hand have started working since 19march.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this admin job is boring at times but the working environment there is pretty good. My 2 bosses are friendly and there are several shatec students who are attached to this company and 2 girls who are just out of JC and since they're around my age range, it makes it that much easier to talk to them. Furthermore, unlike the previous admin jobs I've held, this one does have an added variety to the job scope. Calling overseas and talking to people from different countries like China, Vietnam and India as well as Australia and New Zealand, it is pretty interesting to actually speak with them. Yes, calling China was no walk in the park for me seeing as how, though I indicate that my proficiency in Chinese is fair during the interview, it really is quite atrocious. However, my command of the Chinese language is nothing compared to Pakistani people's command of English. Why do I say that? Well here's an example of an email 1 Pakistani guy who is interested in attending the exhibition sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Sirs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would like to up to date you we are really interested to be present at your exhibition and regarding to attend this exhibition we waiting any paper work a invitation letter, we wish this processor as early because Singapore consulate takes minimum one week for visa processor and we would not wish to left this exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still did not raiceved it for invitation letter i m waiting invitation letter after riceved it invitation letter processocd visa sir plz you are send me invitation letter by e mail (Attachmint files)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I received this email, I did not know how to reply him. Seriously, do they not have Microsoft Word or at least some email dictionary to correct them? The first paragraph you could understand slightly but that guy must have gotten lazy while writing the second paragraph and the email crumbled from there on. There are several other emails from them, longer ones which are as bad, if not worse. I mean, the word "received" could be spelt in 2 different ways in the same sentence itself. At least if you wanna be wrong, be consistently wrong. Of course I do get a laugh out of all these funny english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I realised while working is how some names sound really funny. For example, this lady called "Tea See Dee" (TCD). Er.......if any of you can guess which is her surname? I personally can't you know but Tea seems to be the closest. Someone else's name is Echo Tan. Yes, echo ho ho o o. A thai person's name was Supaporn. Kinda normal for thai people but to us Singaporeans...... well lets just say its not very nice eh? You could just hear some teenage hormonally charged secondary school students saying "eh you wanna go my house to watch supaporn?". How bout this Vietnamese guy named Chi Kien? Sounds normal doesn't it? Until you find out he works for KFC. Imagine a Singaporean guy going over to Vietnam to look for that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'porean: Can I speak to Chi Kien please?&lt;br /&gt;KFC staff: Sorry sir, our Chickens can't speak to you.&lt;br /&gt;S'porean: Oh is Chi Kien busy?&lt;br /&gt;KFC staff: Sorry sir, our Chicken all dead.&lt;br /&gt;S'porean: OMG! What happened to Chi Kien?&lt;br /&gt;KFC staff: Er....Chicken was fried sir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you get the idea don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/R--4hzbTyvI/AAAAAAAAADk/GlyMK2RCeaY/s1600-h/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183564587006675698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/R--4hzbTyvI/AAAAAAAAADk/GlyMK2RCeaY/s200/s320x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BATMAN!!! Nanananana BATMAN!!!! Well, at least we now know Superman's son will take over the reins of batman in the future.....a storyline for DC comics to think about maybe? I can just imagine how people tease him bout his name. I mean a simple biblical name like Noah can be turned into no-ah no-ah no-ah so just imagine what the amount of name teasing he has to endure through his life. Man, he sure needs lots of patience. "Patience" incidentally is a name of a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, its been a long post and it really is time for bed. There's work tomorrow and I have to work OT as well. Tuesday's going to be my 4 lovely months with dear and we're celebrating it at Bakerzin at Paragon. Anyway, till my next entry, take care people and take care dear (TCD)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came across this picture in my email. Something about it being sacred. But the only thing this picture did was to scare the shit outta me. There's something sinister bout those eyes and that smile which sends shivers down my spine. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/R--5FTbTywI/AAAAAAAAADs/cKbrPpkwWvY/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183565196892031746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/R--5FTbTywI/AAAAAAAAADs/cKbrPpkwWvY/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie, goodnight people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-1918806381392836271?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/1918806381392836271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=1918806381392836271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/1918806381392836271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/1918806381392836271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-almost-month-since-i-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/R--4hzbTyvI/AAAAAAAAADk/GlyMK2RCeaY/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-7964136758121715058</id><published>2008-03-01T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T08:32:25.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well well, its 3 months with dear today. It may seem like it isn't a very long time but each moment spent with her is filled with sweetness and happiness and thats all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ate at Essential Brew at Holland Village today, where I think every dish they have there has got something to do with tea. Tried the cajun dory, wedges, fried tofu and the cookie mookie or somthing to that effect. Not too bad in fact. Yes, quite good. Total cost for 2 of us? Around 50 bucks so its quite a good place to bring your date or just to chill there. Atmosphere seems to be condusive though it was quite noisy today cause there was a birthday party held there today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working at Suntec again tomorrow. The career fair seminar. My job consists mainly of opening and closing doors and assisting the speakers with anything they might need. Its going to be tiring so I guess I'll end here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnights all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-7964136758121715058?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/7964136758121715058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=7964136758121715058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7964136758121715058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7964136758121715058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-well-well-its-3-montsh-with-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-6118267818649920967</id><published>2008-02-24T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T08:41:02.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It finally the end of projects, and in about a week or so, I'll be done and dusted with Poly life. 3 more papers to go, Intergrated Marketing Communications, Quality Management and Destination and Attraction management. Well, have got to start studying for them cos those 3 modules sure require lots of memorizing and memory work, especially for QM. As of yet I haven't started studying yet but I'll be going over to dear's house tomorrow to study, where I'm sure dear will discipline me to not be distracted by the many distractions there are available. I'll just be distracted by the one big distraction that is my dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok anyway, as I mentioned in the previous post, I'm going to write about people who insult other people online via games or malicious messages in tagboards. Its been a commonly debatable topic this, about how people "bully" others online. But honestly speaking, where is the honor and to a certain extent, sense of gratification in insulting others online? Actually I was thinking about this topic for quite some time now and it just so happens that the other day while playing a online game called DOTA, I was insulted by another player whom I don't know, don't wish to know and whom I'm sure will not wish to know me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's so good about insulting others online? If you ain't got the guts to say it to the person's face and can only insult them via a game, then I feel quite sorry for you cause you really are quite a sorry piece of madonna arsewipe. Me, I always treat a game as it is. A game. I don't really care if I win or I lose. It won't affect my life in ANY way at all. But for these people who treat it so seriously and have to resort to name calling, family curses and run of the mill insults, you might as well cut yourself out from the real world and marry your computer and your game. And not to be stereotypical or anything but from LAN shops, I have observed that the people who usually do these name callings are either ah-beng wannabes with their golden dyed hair, bad sense of dressing and their print on tatoos. The othe group of people who commonly indulge in such entertainment are geeks and nerds, who wear thick spectacles, have greasy gelled long hair, are quite pimply and hunch when they walk. They might also be either plump or very fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, not so tough sounding in real life now eh? I suppose this is why they have to resort to such things. To immerse themselves in games, where in there they are kings and pros, looking down on and insulting on those they call noobs. Well, the sad reality is that those noobs actually have a life. They do not spend all their time on the computer playing games and "noobs" do go out to have fun, create havoc in the real world and to live life as it is. I'm pretty glad I am classified as a noob, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to other stuff now. Went to Crystal Jade for dinner today. First time eating there, went with dear and her family. Not too bad the food there, and I had to eat a "hakkao?". I'm not sure of the spelling. You know, the prawn thingy. Well, I don't like prawns but dear forced me to eat it, in exchange for her eating more vegetables. Not a bad exchange deal for me I suppose, since I want dear to be healthy and fit as a fiddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to dream of the future at times. Sure, it is not clear how things will actually work out yet, but the dream and the eventual goal which I am working towards is wonderful and I really want to make it happen. I'll have to work hard to get a stable income to raise a happy family with dear and to provide them with a comfortable and good life. That sentence there, basically sums up my main objective and goal to which I'm working hard to. Sure, you might say its early days to be thinking of such stuff but at least, with this in mind, I have a clearer direction in life, towards happiness for both dear and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream will last till it becomes reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And long may that reality last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight everybody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-6118267818649920967?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/6118267818649920967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=6118267818649920967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6118267818649920967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6118267818649920967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-finally-end-of-projects-and-in-about.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-8009117092831740253</id><published>2008-02-15T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T08:26:05.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, today's going to be a short post. Am at dear's house now, going to stay the night here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was valentine's day, spent the day with dear of course. Decided to put in a little extra effort and cook dinner cause everywhere else gonna be hell expensive. So what did I cook? Sheperd's pie. It's basically minced beef under mashed potato. For a first try, I must say that it isn't that bad. Not bad at all. Pretty much edible by my standards. Dear said it was ok, but she didn't eat much cause she didn't have much appetite. There's still some left though. Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a Pierre Cardin wallet for dear, with a necklace from bits and pieces, accompanied with an impromptu note/letter which I wrote. Was meant to be a surprise and I actually managed to transfer all her cards and money and everything from her old wallet to the new one while she was napping. But you know what undone all the hard sneaking I had to do? A STRAW from Pastamania! You see, I hidden her new wallet in the bag but as she decided to look for a straw which she put in her bag(instead of asking me to get another straw from my house), she found the wallet and exposed my "surprise" totally.  Oh well, at least she liked it.........I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, suddenly I'm experiencing deja vu here as I'm typing this entry. Random. Well, I have been getting pretty random these few days. Alright to finalise this blog entry, it was a good valentine's day spent with dear. Really sweet and enjoyable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm......I think I'm off to bed now. Till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Next topic will be about people who game and insult others during gaming. Its been something I've been wanting to type it out for quite some time already but haven't got the inspiration yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. PS I love you is a nice movie, especially when you're watching it with your special person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-8009117092831740253?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/8009117092831740253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=8009117092831740253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8009117092831740253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8009117092831740253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-todays-going-to-be-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-2799345802536474060</id><published>2008-02-05T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:39:11.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just wanted to post this random post to tell everyone that the dear I'm talking about in my past entries, the person whom is so special to me and now holds a very important place in my heart and plays a very important part in my life is JACINTA SOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to hide. She's just that wonderful. I wanna tell EVERYONE that we're together and loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand this mushiness? Haha I'm sure many of you can't, especially those who are more used to my crass and sacarstic kind of writing style. Oh well, sometimes emotions and feelings just overflow and I just have to write it out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal service will resume shortly, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-2799345802536474060?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/2799345802536474060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=2799345802536474060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2799345802536474060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2799345802536474060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/02/short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-8727102329639182235</id><published>2008-02-02T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T10:39:56.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 12.24 am on my computer clock right now. So technically, what I'm writing now is a bedtime story. For who to read you might ask. Why, for you of course. But who is the "you" you're referring to NT? Ah, only the person concerned will know who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: Following first paragraph may be too mushy for your liking. Skip the last 2 sentences if you're suffering from diabetes or you just plain don't like mushy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then, on to business. So I spent today at Dear's house, helping her bake the cornflake cookies for CNY. I'm quite sure you know what cookies I'm talking about. The first batch of cookies were too buttery but from the 2nd batch onwards, I've been addicted to it and I can't stop eating it. Yes, I've also taken a container back home for me to gorge myself silly on it. Enjoyable day it was, helping dear with the cookies though I made a bit of a mess of the wrapper at times. But hey, I seldom help out in the kitchen and so I'm not very good with all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do believe that if dear is gonna bake regularly(which I sincerely hope she does) then I'll just have to familiarize and equip myself with some basic skills so i'll be able to help her better. Why go through all that trouble? 1) She can bake delicious stuff which I love to delight my tastebuds with and 2) Its fun to bake with her and I enjoy helping her. From the crushing of the cornflakes to the arranging of the cornflake cookies(I know its simple tasks) to even the time we spend waiting for the cookies to bake, its simply magical every minute I spend with her. She might flare up or get upset and generally slightly cranky(like she did for awhile during baking) but I'll still want to hold her and I'm ever so reluctant everytime I have to let go of her. Such strong feelings are hard to come by for me and I know she can feel that I care for her even though I haven't said certain words yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A-hem, ok. I may have gotten abit mushy there but well, I attribute it to the movie which I just caught with dear on Friday(which incidentally marked our 2nd month). The movie title? Away From Her. Its only shown at the picturehouse and I would recommend that for those wanting a girly romance story or some action blockbuster or some horror movie, well you're be wanting to give this a miss. Picturehouses shows are seldom huge blockbusters but they usually are meaningful shows which allow one to delve into deeper thoughts about the realities of life. Away From Her is critically acclaimed by many and its not hard to see why. I'll not go into the storyline cause you can easily search for it on the net, so I'll just give my humble opinion of the show. Its a show worth catching honestly, though it may be slightly confusing at the start. Its demonstrates love and how some bonds and feelings are meant to last even though it is broken. Sounds confusing? Well, it is till you watch the show. You'll get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your reference, this is the synopsis and rating of the show. It got a freaking 95%!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/away_from_her/#synopsis"&gt;http://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/away_from_her/#synopsis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still searching for some mahjong khakis cause I have to practice my mahjong or it may get rusty. I'm new to the game(what some of you might term as a newbie or a noob) and I'm afraid I might forget the rules if I don't play it for too long. However, playing with too experienced people will also just be a stairway to bankruptcy so I'm hoping to play with people who are not that good but yet do know how to play. Any takers anyone? Haha, its easy money to win from me you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, I'm quite tired already so I think the story ends here. Btw, Man Utd just drew with Sp*rs so that means Arsenal are back on top of the table where they rightfully belong. And I do not have lessons on Monday but I do have to attend a compulsory feedback session which will take just 15 minutes. A bit of a bother really. Alrighty then, I'm off to bed and so should you, cause the story ends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you're leaving will you take me with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm tired of talking on my phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is one thing I could always give you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart will forever be your home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-8727102329639182235?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/8727102329639182235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=8727102329639182235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8727102329639182235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8727102329639182235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-12.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-7236308463647641326</id><published>2008-01-26T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:49:48.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Arsenal lost 5-1 to Sp*rs in the Carling Cup semi-final 2nd leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big deal......especially for Sp*rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've endured my fair share of taunts about it. I concur, the team with more passion and desire won on that day, and they did deserve to win. The adebayor and bendtner fight was just good ol' passion for the game and the team running too wild in 2 youngster's head. Yeah, well, that's all for this topic. I just thought as an avid Arsenal fan I had to come up with my 2 cents worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we're almost nearing the end of January for 2008, and February is looming round the corner. Which means that Chinese New Year is soon going to be upon us once again. CNY(not CMY) is quite important to me as that's the time when the festive mood descends upon us. Only this time, instead of chocolate cookies and cream cakes, its sambal prawn rolls and pineapple tarts, instead of Christmas trees and exchanging of presents, its red auspicious posters and recieving of ang pows. I'm looking forward to meeting up with all my relatives again, gambling as well as just taking a backseat from the damned projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, deadlines for our various projects are coming up and people are all getting stressed up. Word of advice, don't overwork youself and don't be too stressed up. It's bad for health and in the long run, will adversely affect you. So what if you can score perfect grades now but your health suffers in the future. Furthermore, we are only young once, stressing and overworking now is plain stupid cause you'll be stressed and overwork in the future too don't worry. Sleeping at unearthly hours and waking up early just because of projects will just serve to make you weak and sickly. Not worth it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something random: I read somewhere that knowledge makes everything simpler. Imagination makes everything much more complicated......Well, I certainly have a lot of the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many thoughts which I don't feel I can pen down here for all and sundry to read. So I won't. Or maybe I will. I'm sleepy. Its still in the afternoon but its a lazy Sunday afternoon. It just started raining though. Going out soon for Ben's birthday celebration with daniel, paul, joe, ping shen etc. So I guess this concludes this post then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I live in the shadow of her past&lt;br /&gt;Some feelings which were made to last&lt;br /&gt;It ends now, it ends fast&lt;br /&gt;Kiss goodbye this fragile trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jealousy and control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-7236308463647641326?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/7236308463647641326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=7236308463647641326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7236308463647641326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7236308463647641326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-arsenal-lost-5-1-to-sprs-in-carling.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-298496191548868904</id><published>2008-01-22T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T07:27:42.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in the midst of all the projects and their damned deadlines &amp;amp; presentations. Just finished my IMC presentation and tomorrow is entrepreneurship presentation. No matter how last minute my work may be though, I just realise that I am still able to do a decent report and presentation. How do I do it, what is my secret? you may ask. Talent is the answer. Pure Talent. Hahaha, well actually that's just part of the answer. Inspiration also plays a huge part. Yup, with inspiration, you can never go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been quite busy these few days. For those of you complaining that I've not been playing dota online or not been seen online, well, that's because I've been spending a lot of time with my dear recently. Yes yes, zsqy and what have you but honestly, I really enjoy spending time with her. Went with her to Alex's 21st birthday chalet on Saturday and stayed overnight. Played blackjack with emo daniel through the night cos for different reasons, we both couldn't sleep. Well, I don't know why but my luck in gambling seems to have transferred over from last year. Won a total of 21bucks from him(he promptly became more EMO) and another 4 bucks from other players who joined in later. After which I played mahjong with dear and her mum and sis and "won" another 8 bucks(theoretically speaking, since we didn't play with real money). And you all know my mahjong skills are as good as Melvin's organizational skills(another low blow to him but no worries, he can take it). So it must really be luck. Or some lucky charm around me. Or some lucky actions which I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other things then, NAPFA was last taken last Thursday. Wasn't too confident but with a little bit of inspiration, I managed to pass the dreaded test so yes people, I'll spend 2 months lesser in NS. Oh yeah, for the medical checkup thingy, I am still classified as healthy, just that I have slight hearing loss at high pitches. Which I guess finally explains why I tend not to hear hayma speaking during her lessons. Anyway I'm in PES B, still full NS for me, only can't play with explosives or grenades. A bit sad really, blowing things up to kingdom come should be fun..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the weather's kinda been topsy turvy these days. My health's been topsy turvy. One day sick, one day well. Dear's health has been the same. She was sick before the chalet, ok during the chalet, then sick after the chalet. But I'm with her the whole time, sick or not. Haha, I can almost hear ZSQY being muttered again. Nonetheless, she's my priority now, along with family and studies/projects. Just realised that dear had another serious bout of gastric this afternoon but still she didn't tell me and went home herself. Her reasoning? Cause she didn't want me to worry as I had presentation preparation.. My reasoning why she should tell me? Cause I don't want anything untoward to happen to her. Imagine if something did happen, how bad would I feel, especially when I realise that I could have done something about it. Which reasoning would you support?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, gonna stop here for now. Its not been a very interesting update actually. More factual than opinionated. Oh yeah one last thing, its almost CNY and the gambling season will soon be upon us. Can't wait to play ban luck and mahjong. And if possible, play texas poker with Ben and Daniel and Joe and Paul etc. OWN THEM IN POKER AND WIN THEIR MONEY MONEY MONEY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, for that to happen I might need some inspiration........;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because we need each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We believe in one another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I know we're going to uncover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's sleepin' in our soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-298496191548868904?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/298496191548868904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=298496191548868904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/298496191548868904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/298496191548868904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-in-midst-of-all-projects-and-their.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-4611853484089930579</id><published>2008-01-11T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:19:09.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another short blog post, cause I've got projects to do and not much time to do it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think NYP students are the latest to graduate among all the polytechnics. While I'll graduate in around 2months time, others are already preparing to graduate in 2 weeks. Whether this is a good thing or not is up for debate because while graduation would mean no worries about projects and exams, you'll get to see less of your friends, do less of the things which piss people off and you'll have to start worrying about how to spend your free time meaningfully or worry about work. Of course there'll still be gatherings among friends for us to catch up with each other(this is of course, provided that Melvin isn't the organizer--&gt; "who's going?", "got enough people or not??", "who's going???", "what if not enough people????", "WHO'S GOING?????" ), but it'll be less frequent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, NAPFA is next Friday. Am I prepared? Frankly no, I'm not prepared at all. From being able to do 4 pull ups(the minimum for silver is 5), I can do only 2 pull ups now. A sad decrease, and with only 6 more days to train, I can more or less say GG! bring on 2 more months of NS. This is if I actually do have to go through NS and not become a clerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently yours truly didn't pass the hearing test, though I blame it down to the people outside talking loudly such that I can actually hear them from inside. That's why I'm going down this Monday for a re-test, and if I DO fail that too, there's a very likely possibility I'm gonna be a clerk. Well, I want to use NS to actually gain some muscles, which I have been trying to do by going to the gym every once in awhile. Well, the downside of going to NS is that while I'm stuck inside with other guys, others who have completed NS will be outside glancing and checking the pretty girls out. And by the time I come out, who knows, maybe most of the pretty girls will have been taken/stolen ;). Haha, well then at least if that's the case I won't be accused of ZSQY anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, I believe there's nothing more to write. And do any of you experience problems with your hotmail at times? Especially the attachment and sending? Cause its making me a hell lot pissed. Considering opening a gmail account but I'm abit too lazy to actually do it. Ok, then, thats all, right on to projects, especially since dear is coming over later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio, have yourself a cracking weekend then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's nothing you can do that can't be done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing you can sing that can't be sung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nothing you can say but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you can learn how to play the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-4611853484089930579?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/4611853484089930579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=4611853484089930579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4611853484089930579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4611853484089930579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-short-blog-post-cause-ive-got.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-911627284486130673</id><published>2008-01-05T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T20:09:00.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick update this time. Watched "Across The Universe" with dear today, a 2 hour+ movie which was pretty interesting though the length of the movie affected my dear and made her sleepy at certain points. Well, my overall take of the movie is that it is quite good, a little draggy at times but it reflects the hippy period quite well. The recklessness and carefree lives of youths in that era, smoking pot, singing songs, going on long aimless road trips etc. But reality eventually sets in, with war rearing its ugly head and destroying relationships, families and frienships. For those who like musicals, I guess this movie is quite close to a musical? 34 Beatles songs are sung throughout the movie, and if you do listen to the beatles music then you might enjoy it even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been spending lots of time away from home recently. Am I tired? Yes, frankly I am sometimes really tired out by the time I get home. HOWEVER! I'm not just tired, I'm tired BUT happy. And to me, its the latter which is important to me. One can be energetic, recharged, have sufficient sleep but if you're not as happy as you can be, then its a bit pointless. After all we all should enjoy ourselves till we're drop, then stand up and enjoy ourselves even more. Sure we all need rest and I do get sufficient rest so no worries there. Especially for me when NS comes along, I'll have very little free time left, so I definitely want to make full use of my time now. Wouldn't you agree with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might know though, that I do feel like I'm clingy(?), since I now always make an extra effort to meet. I'm not sure if the right word is clingy, but I don't really know a word to replace "zhong ce qing you", which poon-deh used to describe me. Er....take that translation of that chinese phrase(which hanyu pin yin I'm not even sure is correct or not) and modify it slightly and it'll be the exact meaning. Problem is, I don't want to come across as such, cause I'm not. And that is why I MIGHT just stop making that extra effort for awhile. Anyway though, its not only myself I have to consider about being tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I do realise I haven't been out with my Poly friends as much nowadays, though I still meet Ahmad, Wan and Saf regularly. Will try to arrange for something guys. Not sure what though, just know that you can trust my arrangements cause I'm no Melvin ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I think its time for me to end this post. It is slightly shorter than what you might be accustomed to but well, there you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-911627284486130673?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/911627284486130673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=911627284486130673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/911627284486130673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/911627284486130673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-quick-update-this-time.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-1580352522163625459</id><published>2007-12-31T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T09:49:35.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't send out the smses of new year greeting cause a)the lines are congested, b)I'll wish you when I see you and c)I'm lazy. Also, smsing greetings just ain't that sincere don't you think? Like a mass message sent out to everyone in your contact list. Especially when the message is reused from a xmas message you received 6 days ago, right daryl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so everyone is making new year resolutions. While I've never really made resolutions, or should I say, never kept them, I thought this would be a good time to write out some of my resolutions for the coming year of 2008(also this was requested or I would not have done it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Get a good paying job after semester ends while waiting for NS&lt;br /&gt;2) Save money from unnecessary expense&lt;br /&gt;3) Pamper my Dear/Little Miss Fussy much more&lt;br /&gt;4) Try not to link points number 2 and 3 together ;)&lt;br /&gt;5) Do well in ICAs&lt;br /&gt;6) Go for a holiday before NS, either with friends or family or maybe even with dear&lt;br /&gt;7) Win more soccer matches&lt;br /&gt;8) Say words which haven't been said&lt;br /&gt;9) Show 2 fingers to Chan Teck Chwee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats about all. I wanted to add in burn NYP after graduation but figured resolutions were meant to be realistic goals for us to try and achieve. Right then, its quite late and I really need some sleep now. I had a most sumptuous home cooked baked pasta meal just now and the large portion which I had is making very sleepy. Hope you all had a great New Year, as well as a great New Year's Eve countdown, wherever you were counting down. I know I did. But it wasn't the New Year you see. It was something else which made these 2 days wonderful. And I wasn't counting down to the New Year. Not gonna tell you what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, i'm off to bed then.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Thanks once again to Aunty Joyce for sending me home on New Year's early morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-1580352522163625459?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/1580352522163625459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=1580352522163625459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/1580352522163625459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/1580352522163625459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-up-happy-new-year-to-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-7607260830651363455</id><published>2007-12-28T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T07:51:20.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evening all. Its a quiet 9.22pm now, the house is silent, punctuated by the occasional meowing of a certain black and white cat. I am alone, typing this entry out, when there are projects to be done. Quality Management and Destination &amp;amp; Attractions Management projects. Not very interesting things to do, but things which need to be done nonetheless. I'm not in the healthiest state right now. A cough and sore throat is my main bane though I do feel a fever creeping up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh christmas joy and its merry ways, ye who always had its methods to seduce my tastebuds and coerce me to succumb to the evil that is gluttony. 10 days of palate revelry and 4 months of the good ol workout is vanishes to oblivion. What of the dreaded test then? Is it not coming soon? The one they call NAPFA? How can this man, who has ravished and delighted his gastric juices be able to pass this test which many have failed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto, anyway I'll have to once again wish a happy birthday to 2 people on my blog. Ahmad Pepe and Emo Daniel. First up Emo Daniel, whom I term as such cause firstly, he can be found emoing over a certain girl who bears a resemblance to Felicia from the Darkstalkers cartoon and secondly I know quite a few Daniels and I need such prefixes to identify which one is which. Anyway, Happy birthday to him and hope he grows a bit manlier and more confident. A good way to start is to wear his birthday present to school. Yep, wear your birthday present to school for lecture and it'll do you a world of good. Cause if you can do that, you'll realise that fear will not play such a big part anymore. Go ponder what I mean if at first glance you don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Ahmad Pepe Farid. One of my best friends since Secondary School. Often teased bout his weight(though he has Safary to bear the bulk of these jokes now) and his numerous failed attempts at chasing girls. Again and again he plays host to us whenever we need a place to lepak, though that may be to his damned advantage actually, but still its a mighty rum thing to do nonetheless. We surprised him at his house at a unearthly time of 2 f*kin am yesterday which left me absolutely pooped today. Waited with Wan at his house for him for over 3 bloody hours, though I had a lively yet emo(?) conversation peppered with lots of crass and dirty humor with Wan. But I digress, after all this paragraph is supposed to be about the Pepe. Anyway, happy birthday to Ahmad, first of all, hope you grow slimmer.NS will help, I just hope you don't get asked to do too many push ups cause Adam's not there to help. You know what I mean. Secondly, have I seen you before? is one of the worst pick up lines ever. I know you know that but I just wanna reinforce it again just in case. Finally, hope your love life picks up, but you've gotta stop being so chummy with every girl you meet you know. They'll then just treat you like a friend or a brother and you'll will get nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, I'm off to bed now. Its 11:05 on my computer screen and seeing as how someone has not messaged yet, I'm assuming that curfew timing has been broken. A bit sad this, especially IF an innocent party has to pay for this breakage. Haha you'll get what I mean. Now, I'm feeling really really unwell so ta ta, hope you had a Merry Christmas and I do not know if I'll be blogging anytime from now till next year so in advance, just in case........Happy New Year to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many special people change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many lives are living strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where were you while I was getting high?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-7607260830651363455?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/7607260830651363455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=7607260830651363455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7607260830651363455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7607260830651363455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/12/evening-all.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-6480597873764137015</id><published>2007-12-19T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:44:28.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I sit here waiting for Windows Live Messenger to finish reinstalling, I start cursing the people who created computer viruses for no other reason than to irritate and vex innocent users of the Internet. I'm not quite sure how the hell this virus came about, though I think it stemmed from a careless accepting of a file on msn from I forgot who. Ok main point though, is that computer viruses are real pain in the asses and the people who spend time from their sorry lives creating them ought to be kidnapped and forced to watch repeat episodes of "My Sassy Neighbour".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not slagging off people who actually enjoy the show "My Sassy Neighbour"(MSN), just that to watch it over and over again is a bit too much don't you think? Let me see, hmm......why does this scenario sound so very familiar? Oh right, TV mobile is doing precisely that to us! You know, whenever you take a bus with TV mobile on it, there's a very high chance that there will be an episode of MSN showing, and chances are it the episode where there is a case of vandalism by 3 young girls, around the age of 8-11. Then they'll frame and bully boys in the neighbourhood, extort them for money, and eventually they'll get caught by a TV crew who was lying in wait for them all along and had quite obviously nothing better to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Patricia Mok will play a part in devising the plan to catch the 3 girls who have barely reached puberty, enlisting the help of several other neighbours and a whole TV crew as part of her grand masterplan. Man, those adults are real enthusiastic about stopping these atrocities. Just look at the amount of effort needed just to catch them in the act and stop them from drawing some cartoons on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know I'm being slightly harsh here but gosh, when you've had to endure countless times of watching the same rubbish over and over again such that you'll even know what they're going to say next, you'll be as sore as me over this matter. I think its worse for me since I'm used to good comedies, like Friends, Frasier, Everybody Loves Raymond, Arrested Development, Seinfeld, Whose Line is it anyway and even Family Guy. All of which, are either not shown on channel 5 or shown very late. What do we get nowadays instead? My Sassy Neighbour, Maggi and Me, the Noose, 80s rewind etc. What the hell happened to the quality of scriptwriters in Singapore? Where classics such as Under one roof and to a certain extent Phua Chu Kang had quality scripts and quality jokes. What we get on TV nowadays are total rubbish, where even watching repeats of Mr. Bean is funnier than our comedies. There's just no spice anymore, no tongue-in-cheek humor, no well thought out jokes or scenarios. What we get are comedies with actors and actresses being made to look weird and using "funny" names. That's their main selling point. Honestly. Just look at the comedies I have singled out as being horrible. *Cringe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to other things now. Won a soccer match on Sunday 2-0, in a game which we were clearly supposed to be the underdogs. The opposition was made up of veterans, several of whom were ex-national players and that team plays regularly too. Yes, you might argue they're old already, but my team is also generally a old team too. We only have 5-6 young players and out of those 5-6, only 3 has relatively regular match experience. In short, we were expected to lose the game, but we came up on top. The world of football is so unpredictable and exciting. I rarely lose my calm demeanour but when playing or watching football, I become a entirely different and crazy person. You won't &lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/em&gt; see me in that state, unless you watch soccer with me, or go to the Arsenal Club, where I'll literally jump up and down and boogey all around whenever Arsenal scores(something which happens regularly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a pretty long post already, its a cold Thursday, I woke up prematurely early for project meeting and I'm quite sleepy. So what does this add up to? We're near the end of this blog post. Of course, we all know I'll add something on even though I have said I'm done with the post. That's my style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how certain factors can affect certain things and feelings? Was in Starbucks with Wan and Ahmad yesterday, when Wan decided that the counter girl was pretty cute, chubby but cute and I forced him to go up to her and get her number. He did and was successful though you have no idea how much effort I had to spend in persuading him to go through with it, while that blob of greentea-raspberry drinker Ahmad sat around and did nothing much to help in convincing. But that's not exactly the main point. What is important was the conversation preceding that. How we got to that topic I ain't sure, but it was a good insightful conversation. That topic made me realise that there were things that had to be clarified, things I needed to answer, not to them but to myself. I couldn't bring myself to directly say what it was to them so using my, a-hem, superb grasp of the English Language, I managed to manoeuvre and handle the topic delicately without anyone suspecting anything(I think). Of course now when that greentea-raspberry drinking blob reads this, he'll understand. Anyway, its funny how things work. Certain factors can affect certain things and feelings. If you don't really understand the whole of the last paragraph, then good, just keep it that way. Ignore it completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto, off for a nap now. And may Arsenal kick Sp*rs arse badly this Saturday. Very very badly. In that vein of thought, I'll embed the following video I first saw on Shawn's blog, which I found was pretty good. Especially if you're a diehard Arsenal fan or Tottenham Hater. Enjoy and have a good weekend people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4FVeMcgJs-U&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4FVeMcgJs-U&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I fell through the ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Without a warning or a reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a treason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With no answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-6480597873764137015?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/6480597873764137015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=6480597873764137015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6480597873764137015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6480597873764137015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-i-sit-here-waiting-for-windows-live.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-4461472386522674438</id><published>2007-12-14T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:53:20.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally decided to blog a proper entry after a long while. Didn't really have the time nor the energy to churn out anything the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, its the 2 week term break now but with the tons of projects yet to be completed it doesn't really feel like it. I know some of us have to go to school almost everyday during these 2 weeks just to do projects and their schedule is packed with projects. Myself, there ARE plans afoot for my projects, just that I'm kinda lucky 4 out of 5 members in my group are attached, resulting in a conflict of schedules, therefore most of us will be on our own doing our part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't it be nice to have a holiday with no projects nor work to worry about? Even though we make take time off to really relax, most of us still worry with work and projects. You know, sometimes its good to be lazy. Don't be so hardworking all the time. In fact, there's a song by Oasis titled "The Importance Of Being Idle", which I wholeheartedly agree with. Haha maybe its just that I spend almost half the time idling(with little miss fussy) while the other half is spent dreaming about idling(with little miss fussy). But many of you people out there don't know how to just sit back and really relax. Especially us young adults. You know whats the key word? YOUNG. We're young, we have no real burdens to bear, lets really kick back and enjoy ourselves while we still can, before we have to face the working world and all its office politics, pressing deadlines, boring paperwork and praba-like bosses who will hold countless meetings to discuss the importance of quality. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in view of this, I have 3 lines of wisdom for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Never put off until tomorrow what you can put off 'til the day after tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;2) When in doubt, do nothing, there is always tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;3) Imagination is much more important than knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then, on to something else. These past few days have been so damned tiring for me. Really lacking some good proper sleep due to family matters and my eyes have been puffy and lifeless these few days. In fact, I had to rush out my retail report on Wednesday night from 11pm to 4am in the morning, when the previous night I had no sleep at all. Those of you who know me will be thinking that its no problem for me since writing reports are considered my forte(and it is) but when my mind is functioning as well as Odie on morphine(or some might liken this state of mind to Darylism), then you know you've got another thing coming. So sad to say, I'm quite sure Brenda will be given a nasty shock when she reads my 4 page retail report and I'll have to brace myself for a potential earful when I return to school. Whether I'll give a shite about what she says will be another matter altogether though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month of december sees 4 friends of mine celebrating their birthdays. Seeing as how I didn't have the time/forgot to wish them properly, I'll wish them all a Happy Belated birthday here. They are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dec 6--&gt; Jun Rui&lt;br /&gt;Dec 7--&gt; Sean Poondeh oooohhhhh GG IMBA don't-talk-to-me-please&lt;br /&gt;Dec 11(?)--&gt; Joe&lt;br /&gt;Dec 14--&gt; Gomes Ashley Joel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wish Jun Rui cause Mel told me she lost her phone so couldn't SMS and I didn't have the time anyway to wish her personally. Sean Poondeh oooohhhhh GG IMBA etc. I did wish, but quite late, at around 11pm. Sorry man, mind was on other matters. Joe I totally forgot when his birthday was till yesterday, damn pai seh. And Gomes Ashley Joel went overseas for a holiday in India, Bangalore to get connected with his roots and trace some ancestral family tree there. We all know that's untrue but its what I'll like to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy belated birthday to you guys and gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its a long entry, and I'm sure this is quite enough reading material for my little miss fussy(LMF). Will be going to watch Alvin and the Chipmunks on Monday, then the dunno what name emporium on Tuesday. Don't think I'll be catching Warlords after all, newspaper reviews didn't really rave too much about it so I won't be wasting any money on it. Ok then, that's about it so I'll bid you all a good weekend. There's new family guy episodes for me to watch and I can't wait to immerse myself in the low brow humor of the show once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you're with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's lots and lots for us to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And lots and lots for us to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She's electric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause i'm electric too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-4461472386522674438?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/4461472386522674438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=4461472386522674438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4461472386522674438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4461472386522674438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-decided-to-blog-proper-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-7476923167543089660</id><published>2007-12-09T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T10:04:02.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short post. I'm so tired that I can't even believe I'm actually using precious time to type this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No rest for me till the end of Friday. Busy with family matters as well as ICAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually thats about all. An update of whats been going on. Not very interesting eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just one more thing I need to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying every precious moment I spend with my little miss fussy......!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-7476923167543089660?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/7476923167543089660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=7476923167543089660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7476923167543089660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7476923167543089660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-6265352865717571428</id><published>2007-12-02T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T09:17:08.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The end of November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owning a PSP seems to be the latest trend. Ben finally bought his PSP last Friday, leaving me as the only one without a PSP/DS Lite. And I have made it a point to ensure it stays that way. 1 PSP costs on average $400 all in with the Memory Card etc. and thats just too much an amount for me to spend. Sure its a good way to pass the time when you're on the train or the bus or in Praba's lecture but still that money could be put to much much better use. Like buying your parents dinner. Or buying your girlfriend a gift. Or sending Quality Management lecturers for "How to add excitement to your life" self help courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has been made about me keeping my hair longer than usual. Most of it negative though. Actually I do concede that I should at least trim the back cause when I last cut it, it was cut for it to be spiky and not for it to be long so it just doesn't really suit. So should I cut it short again? Or trim it? Or just leave it? Hmm.....what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really that comfortable blogging out here in the living room. My parents are out here watching television, thus explaining my rather clean language for this post. My dad seems to be intent on talking to me about the liverpool vs bolton game occuring now, not realising that I have absolutely no interest in 2 boring teams play each other. But still my dad will rambe on and on about how good torres is and how lousy crouch is(like I didn't know that already). Kinda distracting me from this post. Why then, am I not using my laptop to blog so I can blog privately in my room? For the very simple reason my laptop's graphic card has gone haywire, where literally up is down and red is white. Hopefully repairing my laptop won't be too much of a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took some test for fun which was on Facebook. You know, the test which tell you more about yourself. Yes, I do take these tests. Out of boredom more than anything actually. Anyway here are the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education:&lt;br /&gt;Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda accurate for me I feel. In fact very accurate for most parts. Anyway I'm off to bed now. Sleepy and tired and I realised nothing beats having a good solid 8 hours sleep. Sleeping 5 hours then napping for another 3 hours just ain't the same. Don't think will be blogging that regularly anymore till my laptop's repaired. And its time for me to get a new pair of spectacles too. Nothing extravagant, something simple. Definitely a pair which costs lesser than $300 though ;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The beginning of something new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-6265352865717571428?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/6265352865717571428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=6265352865717571428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6265352865717571428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6265352865717571428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-november-owning-psp-seems-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-1923845385013581507</id><published>2007-11-20T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T06:09:36.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently, my less than flattering sentiments about Karmen/Carmen/Cuntmen Yuen are shared by many. She seems to assume that we, student Entrepreneurs, will behave like angels if she sends us to the back of the lecture hall to stand. Yes, thats what happened to Xiangyao apparently. He was sent to the back of the LECTURE fukin' hall to stand, cause he was talkin. How juvenile is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I skipped her lecture today, but tapped card as always, and guess what? The stars of the universe magically aligned, bestowing inspiration unto Cuntmen Yuen, guiding her invisible hand in her head, to pick my name to call during lecture. I don't think anybody there had the common or good sense to pose as me and raise their hand so well, I'll just take it as one less attendance. As for any repercussions to tapping card and going off, I'll just have to see tomorrow. I'm quite sure she'll make a big fuss of it if she remembers, since she seems to be the kind of lecturer who is quite capable of making a big fuss out of a small matter like if you forget to trim your fingernails before attending her lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 albums I wanna buy. Libertad by Velvet Revolver and Long Road Out of Eden by Eagles. In this age of R&amp;amp;B and Hip Hop and Experimental/Sleepy rock and youngish punkish poserish "rock", there's nothing quite like Old School rock to delight my ears. Its hard to explain it you know? I'm not the kind of guy into bands like Radiohead or Daugherty. Give me Black Sabbath, Zeppelin or Maiden anytime. Libertad is the album I especially am looking forward to buying. Apart from the positive reviews from the rock fraternity for the album, its fukin' SLASH for goodness sake. My personal favourite guitarist of all time. Nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I'm off for some snooze now and here's hoping that England don't qualify for the World Cup. They're a boring team and a disgrace to boring people. So for anyone who suffers from insomnia, remember to catch the England game for you cure, and you might even wanna tape it down for future usage. Righto, enjoy your week then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-1923845385013581507?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/1923845385013581507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=1923845385013581507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/1923845385013581507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/1923845385013581507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/11/apparently-my-less-than-flattering.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-5296519097238021365</id><published>2007-11-19T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T06:14:35.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it my imagination?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or have I finally found something worth living for.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I blocked my blog for a private post. Just 1 private post. Meant supposedly for myself. Myself and those who can guess my password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to business then. Things have to be said, words have to be written. No, actually they don't have to. Regardless then, lets get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started. To see everyone back, lectures, tutorials are still a pain in the ass. Karmen Yeun seems to have forgotten that we're in Polytechnic Year 3 last semester. She seems to think and treats us like we're still pimply snot snivelling geeky teens in Secondary school. Well, we're not. Sure, some of us still remain pimply and geeky but we ain't no schoolkids no more. We're adults so treat us like so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a soccer tournament on December 1st. I took part in it. My team consists of myself, Gomes, Paul, Shawn, Yun Qiu, Melvin, Rezal, Zainal and Daryl. Am I confident in winning the tournament? Not really, no. Why? Cause we're all talented individuals. Meeting a talented TEAM will fry our asses. Of course, if we meet Daryl's friend's team, you have the permission to blindfold me, tie my left leg to my right hand and feed me wasabi filled sushi during the game. Not that I'm looking down on them but well.........yes, actually I am. I've played with them before, they can't play but they don't even make the effort. I hate that. If you suck at something, the least you can do is make an effort and give it your best shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop's wireless connection is giving me a headache. I'm using the desktop to type this entry out. I can't use my MSN messenger, nor can I join my friends to play games. Not that I've been playing much anyway. More to life than games and all that you know?&lt;br /&gt;After all......&lt;br /&gt;All the world's a stage, and the rest...........vaudeville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I've nothing much to write. Yeah, so thats bout it I guess....hopefully I've got something more interesting the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was looking for some action&lt;br /&gt;But all I found were Cigarettes and Alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-5296519097238021365?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/5296519097238021365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=5296519097238021365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/5296519097238021365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/5296519097238021365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/11/is-it-my-imagination-or-have-i-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-9208582190614291709</id><published>2007-11-09T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T01:06:47.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today's the last day of IPP. I'm sitting here in the office, blogging "illegally" for the last time. Not going to write much today. Gonna do the things I usually do in the office for 1 last time. Which basically means taking advantage of the smooth internet and non-lagging computer to surf the net and watch youtube and do the things I usually do to pass time. Watching the live performances of Oasis, Dio, Iron Maiden etc, fragging people/throwing Poon's tummy/fighting vampires on Facebook, reading up on interesting stuff in Wikipedia and playing Free Cell/Solitaire are just some of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add cursing at Bolton Cunterers for just scoring a last minute goal against my Sheffield Utd team in Football Manager, damn them, to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its gonna be over soon. To school next monday. Am I excited? Not really. I'd much rather have a nice holiday before school starts. But still, it beats having to wake up everyday to come to the office and sleep at the staircase landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has been in a kind of hibernation, I haven't got the chance to really use it that much you know? That's why my blog entries are so bloody long. Cause its just like writing a composition and that requires some thinking(how to phrase sentences). Reading also helps. That's why I've been borrowing books from the Library, ranging from light-hearted novels to dark-themed &amp;amp; serious comics. Its been quite some time since I have been so immersed in the world of books and I'm enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats all for this post. The end of IPP officially ends in 49 minutes time. I've still got to erase all traces of illegal activity from my computer JUST in case. After all one can never be too careful. Ciao for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You gotta roll with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You gotta take your time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You gotta say what you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think I've got a feeling I've lost inside.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-9208582190614291709?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/9208582190614291709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=9208582190614291709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/9208582190614291709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/9208582190614291709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-todays-last-day-of-ipp.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-2735310478672283370</id><published>2007-11-06T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:57:29.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RzEhwauizhI/AAAAAAAAADY/juOehj0W1TQ/s1600-h/fingerwomanbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129918566243683858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RzEhwauizhI/AAAAAAAAADY/juOehj0W1TQ/s320/fingerwomanbig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has now got to be one of my favourite pictures of all time. It was taken at the match on Saturday between Arsenal and Man Utd. Look at that old lady in the background!!! Hahahaha pointing the middle finger at Giggs with ferocity and utter loathing. Look at her sour puss expression. Classic. How I wish I could be her godson or something. Then we could spend our time discussing about what utter cunts Man Utd and their bunch of cheating players are. Maybe at times we'll pull out pictures albums of Man Utd cunts and point our middle fingers/V signs at those pictures the whole day. Practice makes perfect after all. All of us can point the middle finger, but to do it like that old lady is a different thing altogether. The whole package must be there. The technique of pointing a middle finger (what incredible technique!) must be trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Ferguson said after the game that the Arsenal fans were abusive and he was scared. Yeah, I don't doubt it. He must have seen the old lady before the game and trembled, maybe peed in his pants too. Judging from his post match comments, I think he suffered a bit of a mental breakdown too. And is it any wonder Giggs was anonymous the whole game? He's probably having sleepless nights now, tossing and turning, and having nightmares of an army of old ladies pointing middle fingers charging towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On to other things now though. Having played soccer for a few years now, have never come across a soccer game, be it street of field, which I enjoyed playing more than the one I played at school recently. It is an ABSOLUTE joy to be playing with like-minded players, players who plays the short passing game like how Arsenal plays. It is my style to play quick and short passes and usually I don't get the same service from other players or we are not on the same wavelength. But that recent game was simply exceptional. There's a big difference when you truly enjoy the game. Well just had to get that adrenaline rush of that game out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm....so this has really been a bit of a soccer post so far. Nothing much else to update actually. Or rather just a bit too lazy to update since I've got Football Manager to play at my office. Well, Ipp's ending so yeah, see all you guys in school soon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-2735310478672283370?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/2735310478672283370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=2735310478672283370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2735310478672283370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2735310478672283370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-has-now-got-to-be-one-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RzEhwauizhI/AAAAAAAAADY/juOehj0W1TQ/s72-c/fingerwomanbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-6621653055062337383</id><published>2007-11-04T22:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:06:18.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cut my hair yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut just the fringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad Mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-6621653055062337383?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/6621653055062337383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=6621653055062337383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6621653055062337383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6621653055062337383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cut-my-hair-yesterday-cut-just-fringe.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-2310204725775321515</id><published>2007-11-02T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T03:04:30.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After today its just gonna be 1 more week of IPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more WEEK! 5 more DAYS!(but if you minus the holiday Ashley Gomes celebrates on Thursday then its 4 more days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its back to school again. No more travelling all the way to Kallang everyday. No more checking, proofreading, counting words etc. to do. But of course, the downside of it is no more pay either. But hey, seeing as how stringent I am with my money and I have no girlfriend nor commitments to spend on, I think I'll survive quite comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of stringent with money, I just spent $34 to get myself something. YES, finally after nearly 6 months of needing a new one, I have bought myself........a new bag! I think many of you have seen the condition of my old black bag, and MANY of you have asked me to get a new one for the love of mankind and all that is good and pure. And so I did. But only after having the security of another pay check being banked in did I concede and spend. Nonetheless, for the benefit of those who has not seen the condition of my old bag, I'll post a pic up soon, as a memorial for the length(since Primary 3) the bag has served me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on the subject of being stringent with money, I recall a scenario in the bus around 5 weeks ago when Ben, Chun Hong and myself were on the way to Toa Payoh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben: Don't take the offer with the Mp3. The Mp3 not good.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Why isn't it good? Is the quality lousy?&lt;br /&gt;Ben: No, not that. The Mp3 only 512mb!!! Now everyone all got 1GB+ Ipod or Mp3, this one only 512mb, so lousy!&lt;br /&gt;Me: But...........my current Mp3 only 256mb leh&lt;br /&gt;Ben: -.-.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing once again, that I am most unwilling to part with cash to spend on myself. I think I inherited this trait from my dad. But like him, we love both love to spend on food. And myself, I tend to exceed my budget when buying gift for my loved ones, be it my parents or a girl I like. That is why I actually spend a little more freely now. Cause, after giving money to my parents and grandparents, I don't have anyone else to spend on. Hahaha, sometimes being single rocks. I'm quite sure my wallet and bank account agrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway soon it'll be the last semester. I don't know if I want it to end quick or if I want it to go slow. What do you want? I know I hate the school but don't hate the students(or some of them anyway). I have realised that its not the age that defines us, but what we do that makes us who we are. We can be 20, 21, 18 or 34, yet after we leave the comfort of being students attending lectures and just worrying about studies, we will have to become adults. Whether we like it or not. We have to worry about the economy, about current events and affairs, about where the next pay cheque is going to come from etc. Its not the same transition as it was from Primary School to Secondary School nor Secondary School to the Polytechnic/JC/ITE/repeat O levels and fail again. This is different. The question is: Are you ready for it? Am I ready for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sure most of you would have read about the case of 3 caucasian bastards who took a trishaw ride from a old uncle, lauged and mocked his struggles to cycle all 3 of their fat asses, and then at the end of it, refused to pay the fare, while still laughing at him. Arrogant bastards. You know what I suggest should be their punishment? Forcing each of them to individually cycle a trishaw up Bukit Timah Hill, with Sean Poon, Ahmad and Edmund Ho Teng Sung(ah) as passengers. To make it even better, get edmund to jump up and down the trishaw so as to cause tremors which will result in a landslide. While the 3 bloody caucasians die slowly of hunger and thirst underneath the soil, Poon, Ahmad and Edmund will have no problems surviving cause they have lots of reserves. By the time the rescue team comes, the caucasian bastards would have died while Poon, Ahmad and Edmund would become slimmer. That way, everybody wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That of course, is wishful thinking. We all know nobody wins. Nobody deserving anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so its almost gonna be 6pm and time to knock off. I've been playing around with Facebook and watching the old episodes of X men(the cartoon) on youtube to pass my time in the office. The latter especially brings back so many memories. Its not the X men evolution crap but the original cartoon. Super cool to see Gambit, Wolverine, Xavier, Magneto, Apocalypse, Cyclops etc. once again. The puns in the show are surprisingly quite good, and though the animation leaves a lot to be desired, its still entertaining. Very very entertaining. Much more entertaining than the shite Television programmes we get nowadays on Channel 5 etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a whole lot I would like talk about shite TV programmes(especially My Sassy Neighbour *shudder*) but its almost 6 now and I've gotta prepare to go home. So on that note, ta-ta and have yourself a very good and entertaining weekend. Oh and here's to a entertaining game between 2 top teams Arsenal and Man Utd on Saturday. And here's hoping for a convincing victory for the Arsenal. COME ON YOU GUNNERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you choose to cast no shadow toward me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-2310204725775321515?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/2310204725775321515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=2310204725775321515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2310204725775321515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2310204725775321515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/11/after-today-its-just-gonna-be-1-more.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-7443317919475898442</id><published>2007-10-31T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T02:52:25.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A man went to see a psychiatrist.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says life is harsh and cruel&lt;br /&gt;Says future is vague and uncertain&lt;br /&gt;Feels all alone and depressed in this threatening world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor's says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treatment is simple&lt;br /&gt;World's funniest clown Pacialigi is in town&lt;br /&gt;Go see his show, that'll cheer you up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man bursts into tears&lt;br /&gt;Says but doctor, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pacialigi.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-7443317919475898442?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/7443317919475898442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=7443317919475898442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7443317919475898442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7443317919475898442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/10/man-went-to-see-psychiatrist.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-198953173305481657</id><published>2007-10-29T00:44:00.050-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:42:51.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its almost time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past weekend was spent working at escape theme park as a mingler/scarer. Since halloween is coming soon, escape had halloween as its theme this past weekend and thanks to Ping Shen, Ben, Joe and myself got a temporary job there. Our job was simple. Very simple in fact. Dress like a zombie(face make-up, torn clothes etc.), then walk around scaring/amusing/taking pictures with the crowd. 2 times a night we'll have a parade where we walk from escape to the D'marquee. Most of the time though, we can sit around in the changing room, going out only 15minutes before the parade begins to mingle with the crowd. Its really easy money and its kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired today to really elaborate on it so i'll just write what I felt was the "highlight" of each of the 3 days. Actually its mostly about girls. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a flirt. I'm just a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day was tiring cause we came straight from work, we were late, it was rushed and we kinda pressured. But anyways, 1st day was quite quiet. Not much crowd, but there was this group of cosplayers who turned up. Mostly girls, and I think they thought we were cosplaying too, cause they were quite impressed with our make up etc, so they started talking to us. There was this girl however, who wore a girl devil costume(?) who seemed to be very interested in talking to me. I mean she literally ran after me just say hello and introduce herself and tell me in the process she was dressed as a character who seduced men. Whether there was a hidden message behind that I'll rather not know, but if there was, then too bad for her. She was quite pretty(and dressed sexily too!) actually, but just that I'm going to close all other paths this time except for the path I want. Its a big gamble but I've always been a gambler who loves the thrill of uncertainty and risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for the record, she seemed to follow me around after that, and managed to come and say hello to me 5 more times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day though more crowded than the first, was easier for us, as we had experience and this time we did not need to go to people and scare them, they would come to us. Well, the only thing for this 2nd day was this drop-dead stunningly gorgeous japanese girl whom took a picture with me ben and joe. Fukin' hell......thats all I can say. Fukin' hell........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day was pretty much like the 2nd day, only that it rained before hand and things were pretty much more slack. Hmm, actually the highlight of this day was the Chinese Palmistry and Indian Fortune Telling booth which we visited. Since we're staff, we got to use the service for free. Well, I don't believe in such things at all but it was fun to hear it nonetheless. Anyway here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the chinese palmistry, she said I had unique palm lines, a double lifeline, meaning that I wasn't supposed to be born but I survived(aren't you all glad) and this shows that I have a strong soul/character. She also said that there will people who try to backstab or make me their enemy but I'll survive their attacks cause I'm just too fucking mint. Oh and I must try to marry around 30, and that I'm super stingy with my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the indian fortune telling, the indian guy had a small and cute parrot who would pick a card out once he said our name and he'll tell our fortune from the card. He basically said that I'll be successful and that I'll succeed all by myself without anyone's help. He also said that I'll have enemies(wow I'm a figure of hatred huh?) but I need not worry about them cause they'll eventually destroy themselves without me doing anything. So anyone want to be my enemy now? Oh and he said that a female will give me money soon. Yeah, I know that's true. 2 more days the female accountant in my company will pass me the cheque for pay day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't believe in all these but I feel that we can use them for motivational purposes. Why not believe the positive? That'll motivate you won't it? Hahaha and they're also like warning signs. For example, the palmistry woman told joe to be careful of traffic cause the lines show he is susceptible to road accidents. Yeah, good advice ain't it? Be careful on the road. For ben, she told him his health won't be so good in the future so he must work out more. Wow, isn't that just the perfect inspiration for him to start excercising now and get into shape? So yeah, these things might not be true, but if you choose to take the positive things they say and use it to your advantage then everyone's happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then I'll end here, I'm so tired my eyes are barely open(and I still have 4 hours of work). So if you'll excuse me, I'm off to go sleep at the 5th floor staircase of the building now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-198953173305481657?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/198953173305481657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=198953173305481657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/198953173305481657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/198953173305481657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-almost-time.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-5975244040209703453</id><published>2007-10-26T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T00:22:04.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/307150/1/.html"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/stories/singaporelocalnews/view/307150/1/.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"......"Nominated MP Siew Kum Hong submitting a much-publicised petition to repeal Section 377A of the Penal Code that criminalises sex between men. Over the past days, activists have called for the abolishment of Section 377A, which they deem as discriminatory............."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the whole article in the link and the only thing I can think about is how so very very very very wrong the word "Penal" sounds, especially when used in this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you get what I mean.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-5975244040209703453?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/5975244040209703453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=5975244040209703453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/5975244040209703453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/5975244040209703453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/10/short-post.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-4037300285549578463</id><published>2007-10-22T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T01:36:33.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her fingers twitch uncertainly, her palms are sweaty as she casts a few expectant glances around her. She could sense it, it was coming, her greatest prize. But where would it come from? That she knew not but still she waits, calmly, maybe slightly impatiently,to claim it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE! She has spotted it. An opening! Her spine tingles as she eyes her prize greedily. Ooohhh, it was almost hers, she could smell it. Slowly, she edges closer to her prize, circling around it protectively, not unlike a mother protecting her newborn. A sudden movement beside her startles her. She spots yet another like her, whose attention was fixed on the prize in front of both their ravenous eyes. Anxious that someone might snatch it away from her, she hisses a and glares menacingly at her naive rival. A warning, a message to that poor being to back off for it was hers. It works. Her glare, so intense and intimidating, sending shivers down the spine of her rival and he retreats with a slight yelp and a longing look at what could never be his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied now, she bides her time, counting down to the time when she can claim her prize. After what seems like an eternity, the doors open, the magical words are spoken, the way is clear and she proudly and gladly claims the prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Her greatest prize, her treasure, her love.............&lt;/span&gt; A seat on the MRT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was just an observation in the MRT yesterday morning coupled with my imagination. The train was going from Woodlands to Admiralty and this 40 year + typical high class auntie was literally skulking around for a seat. The way she moved her eyes, left and right, her quick movement once she saw a prospective seat. Kinda reminded me of a vulture. You know the picture of a vulture looking auntie with a handbag and umbrella wearing a white pearl necklace and with thick glasses. Can you imagine it? Like a cartoon she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway away from that, I've finished filling in 8 weeks of my log book in around 8 hours yesterday. Of course thats not the actual amount of the time I spent writing it, cause I get easily distracted by the computer in front of me. Oh I forgot to mention I wrote the log book during work. So yeah, I had to juggle writing a log book, doing work and surfing the net, thus taking a longer time than expected with the log book. But its finally done! Thank goodness, it was quite a chore to make every little thing I had to do during the past few weeks seem like monumental earth changing live saving tasks. But then again, I am quite good at bullshitting. Yes, very good indeed. You'd probably know that by now if you're reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so 2 major sporting events just ended the last weekend. The Finals of the Rugby World Cup and the conclusion of the F1 race. For those of you expecting me, a soccer fan, to have stated the Merseyside derby between Liverpool and Everton as 1 of those major sporting events, I'm sorry, but I just don't consider 2 mid-table mediocre clubs playing soccer as major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results of the F1 were certainly surprising, but deserved nonetheless. The hot favourites Lewis Hamilton and to a certain extent Fernando Alonso, both from Mclaren, both with a deep dislike of each other, both beaten by Kimi Raikkonen of Ferrari. How did it happen? Mainly because Mclaren shot themselves in the foot. Fighting within the team between Alonso and Hamilton contributed to their loss. Despite all the reasons of gearbox failure etc. it was, I felt, eventually down to the lack of cohesion and teamwork which resulted in Mclaren getting nothing but nothing. They coulda wrapped it up way before this race. They could have made it easy for themselves. But jealousy got in the way, greed covered their eyes. And they were made to pay for it. How foolish eh? Money ain't the root of all evil. Greed is. Remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to Rugby. South Africa vs England. I got a feeling England does not know how to appreciate beauty at all. Their football is so boring and so is their rugby play. Kick kick kick their way to victory via the undoubtedly talented Wilkinson seems to be their only tatic. South Africa, known for their speed had no choice but to comply to England's ugly approach. The net result? A game with 0 tries. Ze the fukin ro. A final! Last world cup final was so much more entertaining. In fact I've seen club games with better play and more entertainment. I think its just in their veins, the English value results above entertainment. Result oriented people they are. Which makes me, a fan of both Rugby and Soccer, cringe whenever either England team plays. In fact I'd much rather watch plants photosynthesise than watch England matches, especially their soccer matches. But oh well, whatever floats their boats I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I shall end here. I still have some work left to do and its getting closer to 6 so yeah, wish you all happy working or happy whatever you're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea just a side note, apparently &lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/50787/page/1"&gt;Albus Dumbledore is gay&lt;/a&gt;. Am I shocked? Yes, yes I am. But then again, thinking back and putting the pieces together, it does fit in with what she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, why in the world would ANY MALE pay more attention to Harry when there's Hermione(Emma Watson =D) around???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-4037300285549578463?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/4037300285549578463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=4037300285549578463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4037300285549578463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4037300285549578463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/10/her-fingers-twitch-uncertainly-her.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-525024303569064454</id><published>2007-10-16T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T00:35:11.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"True perfection has to be imperfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that it sounds foolish but its true"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfection". We all know, nobody and nothing is perfect. But I gotta say, some things come pretty damned close to being perfect. Allow me to elaborate more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the gym on Monday again. Now anybody who ever went to a gym will know that the ratio of male to female would be around, say 7:1? Do not be decieved those advertisements and TV shows where you see some pretty young thing using the treadmill and acting all dainty when the gorgeous hunk goes to flirt with her. The reality of it all, sad though it may be, is that the Gym is dominated by guys, and the girls who use the gym are usually those whom you can see really really need to use it. So it was a pleasant surprise to see this sexy woman in the gym. I couldn't really define if she was pretty or not, but her body looked to be fit and sexy, the kind of body you would see in a California Fitness advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what I found near perfect about her? Her butt. Yes, her butt, in my opinion, was the perfect butt. You see, I was walking out of the gym when she suddenly appeared from nowhere and walked in front of me....... Now I'm not some pervert who goes around checking out girl's asses but this time I just couldn't help noticing her butt. It was just there, swaying in front of me, and in my mind I went "WOW". Cause she had the best ass I had ever seen. Perfectly trained &lt;a href="http://http//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gluteal_muscles"&gt;gluteals&lt;/a&gt;. One can only imagine the amount of dieting and exercising she has to go through to maintain that body and butt. Congratulations and well done to her, she has succeeded in taking over as the number 1 butt in NT's hall of fame. The last winner was from 4 years ago when I was shopping at NTUC and saw this ang-moh girl with a sexy butt wearing short shorts with the word "perfect" written on the back of her shorts(which I couldn't help but agree with). But now, ladies and gentlemen, we have a new winner. And its about time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know this may have potrayed me as a pervert, or a ass-man(a guy with a fetish for asses). But all guys are like that, just that sometimes they don't have the guts to say it out so you don't know. And I'm not an ass-man. I'm a face man. What does that mean? It just means that the most important physical characteristic of a woman I take note of is the face. And don't anyone of you give me any of that pretentious bullshit about noticing a girl for her character. The character is eventually the most important yes, but we all look at the outer appearance first and it WILL play a part when choosing your other half. Just think of it this way, would you rather marry Mother Teresa(assuming she could have been married........and assuming of course, that she's still alive), or marry Shu Qi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. So the most important physical characteristic of a girl for me is the face. Other important physical characterstic of a girl which guys are attracted to are the legs, the breasts, the arms, the hair, the armpit hair.....whatever. Me, its if their face is pretty or not. The girl's features, her eyes, her nose, her mouth etc. Strangely though, I find that the perfect face for me, follows closely the first 2 lines of this post. Some imperfection here and there makes the girl all the more attractive to me. I'm truly attracted to the girls, whom you might not feel is very pretty, but they have cute and homely features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the next point. It was just another Monday, after lunch, while I was taking the bus back from Old Airport Road when 2 sisters and their grandmother got on the bus. At first, what got my attention was the grandmother asking one of the girls(the elder one) to take a seat in a rather loud and animated way. The younger girl, whom I estimate to be around 16 or 17 had already taken a seat just across me and in front of her grandmother. Now I was still interested in the loud way the grandmother was asking the elder girl to sit down but once the novelty wore off, I started to notice the younger sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't the kind of girl you'll stop and stare at cause she wasn't VERY pretty or anything. Yet, somehow she was attractive to me. Her eyes were big and round, I felt her mouth was slightly misshapened, her nose wasn't very sharp but yet, she had that homely quality about her and she was pretty cute overall. While her sister and grandmother was making quite a bit of a racket, she just kept quiet and dainty in her seat. Her look to me, was perfect. She had pretty much the EXACT type of look in a girl I was looking for. I don't know how else to explain it. There was this aura about her which made my heart beat faster, my knees go weak and my head whirl. In fact, I can still remember her face quite clearly even up to now. For those of you not convinced, I can tell you she has replaced JR as the perfect face in the NT hall of fame so congratulations to her. No mean feat I can tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway its been a long post, and Cindy Soh just sent me an email saying she wants to visit us next Tuesday and she wants to see our log book. Seeing as how I'm still stuck at Week 1, I better get right on it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you'll excuse me, I have 6 Weeks of my work I need to pen down......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-525024303569064454?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/525024303569064454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=525024303569064454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/525024303569064454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/525024303569064454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/10/true-perfection-has-to-be-imperfect-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-8352604604301616465</id><published>2007-10-12T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:23:46.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its another Friday, another week has passed so yay yay hooray la la hola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Gym yesterday. The kallang gym run by Singapore Sports Council. I have to say though apparently not very bright, the counter people are very friendly and nice. They are polite, courteous and most accommodating and flexible. The same can't be said for a staff working there. Its the first time after 3 visits that I saw him there, and at first I assumed he was just another gym user like myself. How wrong I was. Let me explain. The whole situation will also show the difference between good and bad service and how it can affect the customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the counter people as I've mentioned before are friendly and flexible etc. so they let me in for free since I go to the gym with Poon, who is working at SSC. Which is why I just swaggered into the gym like usual yesterday without paying.  Quite suddenly though, while I was walking towards the toilet, that man suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Shocking me in the process I might add. Cause at first I mistook that guy for a badly misshapened dumbbell. You would be shocked too if a badly misshapened dumbbell appeared from nowhere and stood beside you. On closer inspection however, I realised it was actually a human man, though I wasn't sure what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly dumbbell looking rude cunt: aIkAdMjAsCfUkNlTo&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'scuse me what?&lt;br /&gt;UDLRC: Aarree yeew orso a memmbeurr?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Erm......&lt;br /&gt;(what?)&lt;br /&gt;Poon: No&lt;br /&gt;UDLRC: Theen yeew go pay&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh ok&lt;br /&gt;UDLRC: Eh, ______(counter lady's name), he is not member. Make&lt;strong&gt; sure&lt;/strong&gt; he pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite pissed off with his bloody rude tone, and he made it seem as if I was just a student who had no money to pay that damned $2:50. But ok, alright, I can live with that. I've gotten used to the fact that cunts are abundant in this wide world. So off I went to pay the $2:50 to the counter lady(whom I must remind again was very friendly). After paying, I went to change and warm up till I was ready to use the gym equipment. But just as I sat down on the seats of one of the machine, I was shocked again, by the appearance of, what I this time percieved to be a oversized wrinkled half-chewed onion. Experience served me well however, and I quickly recognized the half-chewed onion as the same man from just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly onion looking rude wanker: Each one must have towel&lt;br /&gt;Me: But I'm sharing the towel with my friend&lt;br /&gt;UOLRW:No sharing of towel&lt;br /&gt;Me:huh? why?&lt;br /&gt;(this has got to be one of the stupdiest rules ever: no sharing of towels? why not? Whats the logic behind making such a rule?)&lt;br /&gt;UOLRW: Gym rule, each one must have personal towels.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Erm....but I don't have a towel&lt;br /&gt;UOLRW: Then go buy from the counter&lt;br /&gt;Me: How much?&lt;br /&gt;UOLRW:aIsMdAjAkShSfHhOiLoEtio&lt;br /&gt;Me:HUH?&lt;br /&gt;UOLRW:one dollar(in a sing-song sacarstic tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. The last part really took the cake. I was PISSED. Yes, REALLY REALLY PISSED. But no, thats not the worst part, after I bought the towel from the friendly, polite and smiling counter lady, I saw him talking and joking with other musclemen who did not have their own towel but were using the equipment. Apparently though he saw no need to tell them. So what does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is he rude to us cause we're just students working out(for NAPFA) and not some steriod ridden muscle prick working out(cause they have no fucking life and nothing else better to do)? Or does he just have a fetish for musclemen? I do believe however, that the real reason is jealousy. I was just too good looking and just too fucking mint for his gayboyarseface to take. So in an attempt to make himself feel better, he made me pay $1 for a towel. Gosh, that must have made his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES! Me make hansem guy give $1 to cumpony. I so happy. Me bangs head on dumbbell to celebrate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? Despite feeling disgruntled, angry, pissed, hot under the collar, furious etc. I just could not help but smile at the counter lady on the way out. She was just that nice. You know the feeling when you get so worked up you can't even smile? I was feeling that way at the moment. However, that counter lady gave me such a very sincere warm smile that I just couldn't help but smile back at her. The poisonous thoughts coursing through my mind were suddenly replaced by red roses, blue violets, white lilies and custard puffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can see the difference between good service and bad service from here. It can make or break your day. If not for that counter lady, I would have left feeling extremely bitter and cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we prove from here? That cunts are really abundunt in this world. Luckily though, there are also nice &amp;amp; friendly people out there to make us feel better. So if you ever come across a cunt who makes you unhappy, just find someone friendly to make you happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come to me though. I quite freely admit, I'm a arrogant arsehole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-8352604604301616465?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/8352604604301616465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=8352604604301616465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8352604604301616465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8352604604301616465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-another-friday-another-week-has.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-8683213490555344252</id><published>2007-10-09T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:57:29.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, its been quite some time since I last blogged. Considering that ever since IPP started, I've been churning out on average, 1 blog post every 2-3 days. More out of boredom than anything. Well, if you thought that the "lack" of blog posts/updates were due to some interesting work I have to do in the office, then you couldn't be more wrong. So what then, keeps me from getting too bored?&lt;br /&gt;This is the answer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RwxU9zA0SrI/AAAAAAAAADI/V085R2GVPXk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119560297055799986" style="CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RwxU9zA0SrI/AAAAAAAAADI/V085R2GVPXk/s320/untitled.bmp" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Cell! &amp;amp; Solitaire('s the only game in town)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right....kinda lame huh? Not quite, if you play Free Cell like I do. Cause then it'll be a challenge. If you notice the picture carefully, I arranged the cards in the top right hand corner according to their rank: diamond, club, hearts and spade. Which is not an easy task to do in Free Cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do it? I like it. I find it quite cool to see the cards in running order order. And because I'm weird like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've downloaded my favourite movie of all time, V for Vendetta last week and I've been watching it during work. Oooooohhh, the movie still retains its charm. I hailed it as one of the best, if not THE best, movie I've ever caught, and my sentiments still remain. The storyline itself is excellent. The acting is great. The soundtrack/music is wonderful. But yeah, hearing me wax lyrical about this movie is no use. You gotta check it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact watching this movie again had me drawing quite a few parallels to the situation in Myanmmar right now. A military government, strict and total domination. The people being cowered by guns and the soldiers wielding them. But the people should not be afraid of the government. The government should be afraid of the people. And while the whole world expresses outrage at what is going on, little action is being taken to solve it. But well, thats the real world. People only do things if they think they can get something out of it. No one does anything out of pure love, kindness, or even pity. And that's a fact. Live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something random now. You ever wonder how some people can sleep in the train very soundly, their head drooping and swaying left to right whenever the MRT stops/starts, but yet when they reach their station they manage to wake up? Well, you want to know the answer? Stand in front of a white wall, approximately 5cm away and just stare directly into it. Has the answer come to you yet? No? Well thats because there is no answer(and you would have looked pretty dumb if you tried that out). Its just pure dumb luck and a bit of human body instinct. Especially if its a regular pattern. Like for myself, I always manage to get a corner seat(which you might consider miraculous cos of the morning crowd but I have my methods). I'll then proceed to sleep quite soundly and for no reason I'll just wake up either at City hall or Dhoby Ghaut. Don't ask me how, I told you its just pure instinct/luck. There's no answer for it. Maybe one day we'll know but I doubt that day will ever come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you the last part was random.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all love to fall in love. Its been described as the sweetest feeling one could ever feel(how they decided it was sweet and not some other taste is beyond me). But it can hurt too. Thats cause falling in love is the sweetest feeling but falling in love with someone who loves you too is the greatest feeling. Ever. I think. Hahaha, I've never really experienced that before. All this is via hearsay. Why do I bring this up? I really have no bloody idea. Honestly. My train of thought has been disrupted already damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I think I'll end here for now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here's a thought for every man who tries to understand what's in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And as he face the sun he cast no shadow.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-8683213490555344252?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/8683213490555344252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=8683213490555344252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8683213490555344252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8683213490555344252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-its-been-quite-some-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RwxU9zA0SrI/AAAAAAAAADI/V085R2GVPXk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-6909428770345471802</id><published>2007-10-06T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T11:02:37.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nanyang Polytechnic. NYP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school is fucked up. Oh yes it is. I'm not sure about the engineering side and the ah-bengs and porn stars in there but the business side of the school sure sucks. Nope, not the students but the system, the management and the decision makers. I've always been kind of anti-authority, especially in Secondary School, but in Polytechnic I've maintained a lower profile cause at least, we do have more freedom here. But all along, there have been many flaws of this school. Let me list down what the "authority" have done so far to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)TEP. Sure, TEP is good for making friends and all that, its good to build up relationships but in terms of the grading and what we learn, its basically crap. I've ranted before about the grading especially, and the supervisor(s) in charge of it. Yes, we pay them so that they can hire Cunt teck chwee supervise us. How fuck is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The hockey pitch. I'm a regular user of the hockey pitch since that is where we usually play our soccer. But, most of the time, we have to fight for the right to use it, usually with people from the cricket side or the hockey side. Now, thats ok right, if you think about it. I mean, CCAs do take priority over us who use it for recreational use. BUT! They loan it out to people from OUTSIDE of NYP! Meaning those cricket shithead are from some other schools coming to use the hockey pitch cause they booked it. And when we try to book it, they say we can't. Students of NYP are given less priority then those from the outside? I'll like to remind you again that we PAY SCHOOL FEES to use these facilities, and not for some cricket or hockey or frisbee people to dominate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)People who work for the director. My group of EMRS were "scolded" by the director's balls suckers for playing cards once. The way they talked to us was kind of like we were little kids. They kept on boasting that they worked for the director or what shit. Yeah, and we pay the fucking director and yourself too. Cunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I'm sure there are a lot more things I could go on about but I just thought lets cut it short and well, get to the point I'm trying to make. The point which this blog rant is based on. Because NYP management is unfair, stupid and nincompoopish. &lt;a href="http://junruii.blogspot.com/"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; what making me angry. The reasons for them denying Jun Rui's trip to Japan is so fucking lame it makes &lt;a href="http://grouphug.us/"&gt;these people &lt;/a&gt;appear normal. Lack of experience and too young? Erm.......hi, isn't that the bloody point of IPP in the first place? To GAIN EXPERIENCE? Most of us here are stuck in the office doing mundane office work, hoping to get out and do something which we can actually learn. The sad reality of it all, is that us students at attachment usually do work which no one wants to do. Like data entry. Proof reading. Holding a box and just walking around following the supervisor(and yes, its a true story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the company to actually send a student out overseas to lead the tour all by herself, thats a golden opportunity no one in their right mind would pass up. Then the school(I have to constantly remind you, we pay school fees) decides to veto the decision and everything is off. Just like that. Age as a factor is laughable. Here we have a profit making company who trusts in this student to do the job. Do you think they'll just let ANYBODY take on such a task if they do not believe they have the capability? It could cost them money if things went wrong. If the company then deems it fit for Jun Rui to do the job, I don't see why the fuck NYP should think otherwise. We pay them to restrict our learning experience. Think about that for awhile. Does it even sound right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think, though this is not confirmed, that another student got the green light to go. If thats the case then I really have nothing else to say. Cause then its time to fucking take some action and fuck NYP back. I'm not sure how but I'll think of a way. Maybe I could record myself singing Umbrella ella ella eh eh eh while gyrating like madonna in a tight fit costume and send it to the director. That'll scare the fuck out of him. Whatever it is though, there's no denying the fact that this shit is fucked up............really reeaallly fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for all the strong language. Just that when I get fired up I tend to spew lots of vulgarities. I just find the whole situatioin rather ridiculous. This whole IPP/TEP from NYP is a sham, its a shell of an idea of a system. And for those who think its just because this happened to Jun Rui that I am getting worked up, you couldn't be more wrong and more dumb and you'll be met with a scream or a slap(inside joke). The whole thing reeks of stupidity and to know you're in a school like this, paying and thus facilitating such decisions indirectly, don't you feel your money is going down the drain? Argh, enough of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company bbq yesterday. Was kinda nice, the food there wasn't too bad. Lots of seafood though, meaning I couldn't eat a lot of things. The eclair was quite heavenly. Too bad have to buy in bulk or I would certainly make it a point to buy it frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then its been a long post so I'll stop here for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I know, is my bane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What you know, is your shame &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What we know, we deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-6909428770345471802?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/6909428770345471802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=6909428770345471802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6909428770345471802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6909428770345471802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/10/nanyang-polytechnic.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-3669507950000217231</id><published>2007-10-03T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T02:43:18.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halfway there......5.5 weeks done, 5.5 more weeks to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a long way to go though. But for now, I'm just gonna sit back and give myself a pat on the back for making it past the halfway mark without having gone stark raving mad. Because I would start running around Orchard Road naked with just a picture of Fidel Castro covering up my privates while shouting "north south line" in Japanese over and over again if I were mad. And it would not be a pretty sight. At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all should be thankful that 5.5 weeks have passed already. The countdown to school (I can't believe I'm typing this out) begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright then, so we're done with self-congratulatory reason number 1. Now on to self-congratulatory reason number 2. Finally, after so fukin' long, with the weather and circumstances sometimes getting in the way, I actually managed to get my lazy but sexy butt over to the Kallang Gym yesterday. Went there with Poon who is IPP-ing at the Singapore Sports Council nearby. Complicated looking equipment, muscular men(and women) working out, and my growing tummy all served to make me feel slightly apprehensive at going into the gym at first. You know the feeling, where you just feel like you don't fit in here at all. I'm not expecting the whole room to break into song and dance to welcome me but well, as compared with the Grassroots gym which I usually use, it lacked the warm, private and comfortable kind of atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So feeling a little uncertain, I stepped into the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following conversation ensues. Note the words in brackets are what I'm thinking at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hi we want to use the gym.&lt;br /&gt;Gym counter guy gives me a slightly bewildered look&lt;br /&gt;Gym counter guy: How old are you? Are you 18 yet?.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes I'm 18&lt;br /&gt;Gym counter guy: under 18 or over 18?&lt;br /&gt;(goddamnit isn't that question the same as your first?)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Over 18&lt;br /&gt;Gym counter guy: You sure?&lt;br /&gt;(hmm, now that you mention it, I'm actually not quite sure. I could be 16 this year you know. Hold on a minute, I better check my IC, call my parents and visit KK hospital to get the birth records.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;Poon: -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere deep down in my soul, I think I died a little during the course of this 30 seconds conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice, all his questions apart from the 1st don't make much sense. Not even going to touch on the issue of how old(or young) I look. Well when he was finally convinced I was a 18 year old man and not some 15year old snot snivelling teen, he let us in. Thanks to Poon's SSC pass, he let us in for free. The gym itself was quite huge. As noted earlier, they do not pay much attention to the atmosphere so all one can see is metal, metal, and bulging human muscles. One guy was so muscular and big I believe he could have took my head and crushed it with one hand, and then eat my brains for grade A nutrition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No such horrifying incidences occurred however, and we proceeded to start working out. After so long of not stretching those muscles, it got pretty straining on me after awhile. Overall though, it was a good workout. We've identified the equipment we need to use in order to get us to pass the dreaded NAPFA coming soon. So yeah, should be hitting the gym more often now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright its a pretty long entry already so I'll just leave it as such. Was actually planning to write about the wonderfully delicious dinner at Old Airport Road(Hokkien Mee and durian puffs for the fukin' win) but we'll save that for another time shall we. Oh yes, dinner at Old Airport Road will be something I'll be looking out for now, so you can bet your ass I'll be going there again. Everything looks incredibly good and I'm just spoilt for choice. There, I'm rambling on.......and I'm starting to get hungry just writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm outta here. Work has almost ended so ciao people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-3669507950000217231?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/3669507950000217231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=3669507950000217231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/3669507950000217231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/3669507950000217231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/10/halfway-there.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-5945880595647016189</id><published>2007-09-30T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T02:28:21.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Start of the week, another week of attachment. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited grandma in the hospital yesterday and wow, was quite shocked to see a large bruise mark covering almost 3/4 of the left side of her face. I knew that grandma had a fall at home but I never expected it to look so terrible. Her bony body frame coupled with the bruise and her wincing at every small movement made me feel kinda uneasy for her and for myself. I'm used to seeing my grandma more active than that you know, talking non-stop to my dad, complaining bout this and that so I'm not really used to seeing her in such a state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine myself like this. Yes, old age will eventually catch up with me, but you know, I'd much rather die and go to heaven(I'm sure by then I'll have repented my sins and become a saint) than continue living in pain with such restrictions and helplessness. Nope its not for me. I'm an independent character and I'll feel absolutely crushed if I had to resort to getting other people to help me with simple things like eating. So basically what I'm trying to say is whatever problems I have I face on my own thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right on to other ramblings. Got an ulcer in my mouth. Fukin' thing has been bothering me no end. When I wake up it hurts, when I eat it hurts, when I move my mouth too much it hurts. Lost much of my appetite cause of that. I'm one who enjoys food as much as the next man. When I can't fully enjoy food cause of such a cunty thing like as an ulcer which makes every bite a painful one, I start to get cranky and I get mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something random now. I was queueing up for food just now and when it came to my turn, the store uncle said "what you want &lt;em&gt;shuai ge(is that the way you spell it?)&lt;/em&gt;?" in chinese. What shocked me though, was that before I could respond, the person behind me answered...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like what, he answers to &lt;em&gt;shuai ge&lt;/em&gt;? Handsome guy? Fukin' hell, its not even his turn to order and he cuts in my queue. Furthermore there obviously is only one handsome guy in the whole canteen and thats me. Sorry to that sad disillusioned dude, but yeah, that's life. Its tough to know and the truth can hurt but hey, look on the bright side. I didn't kick you twice in your nuts for TRYING to cut my queue. One hard kick for each nut. You're lucky I'm a patient guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna clarify some things here. This is in view to certain people's queries and questions. I'm not desperate to get into a relationship right now. If it happens it happens. If it doesn't the world will still continue spinning. I'm not going to get broken up if things don't work out(but I'm gonna give it a try nonetheless). Nope, it won't change a single thing cause I'm still fukin' mint. You know what I mean? You don't? Too bad then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I woke up this morning rather fresh. Sure, its monday, the start of the week and monday blues and what not, but you know, I was feeling kinda good. Not sure why, but I felt cheerful. As is my usual habit, I feed my cat, take in the newspaper, get a slice of bread to munch on and open up the newspaper to read. Today sounds fine and dandy so far doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw the last page of the Life section......."Madonna to get inducted into Rock N Roll Hall of Fame".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A silent scream escaped my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the fuck? Madonna? The dancing-pop-tight fit clothes wearing-old-diva who tries to be a sexy young thing at 43 years is the latest inductee in the ROCK N ROLL Hall of Fame???? To be classified together with legends such as Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, U2 etc. What a fukin insult. Madonna's voice suck, her songs suck, she doesn't even write her own songs, she's an avid attention seeker and she's a diva primma donna. Characteristics of Rock N Roll? Not even close. Rock N Roll would include, sex, drugs, sex, booze, sex, performing, recording and oh lets not forget sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a slap to the face for me, my conception of rock has been badly shaken. Its a fiasco I tell you. A real shame. What I thought is true isn't. Its like I wake up one day and my mum tells me "Hey Noah, we've been lying to you all this while. Your real name is younes hassan antonio and you're a mixture of malay, indian, spanish and bangladeshi. We are part of the X men and we really like Western Food. Oh and by the way, you're a girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Its not exactly the best feeling in the world.........especially when I hate madonna. I really really think she sucks worse than any of the crap I see on MTV nowadays. Well yeah, Music(rock/metal) is a big part of my life, and I hate to see undeserving people get undue credit. But life issn't always fair now ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll end here now. Fukin' hell its cold here again and AGAIN ice queen comes into the office without thick clothing or sleeves. I'm starting to suspect she has nuts down there.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and some lucky lucky girl is going to Tokyo for 1 week as part of her IPP........&lt;br /&gt;Hope you really enjoy your trip there! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-5945880595647016189?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/5945880595647016189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=5945880595647016189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/5945880595647016189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/5945880595647016189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/09/start-of-week-another-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-2705233058131429928</id><published>2007-09-28T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T02:55:23.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can anyone be so cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU can be so cold............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............if the air-con is at 17degrees Celsius and the air con fan is at maximum and its blasting mercilessly at you. You'll feel pretty much like a polar bear with no fur in the north pole. Like how I feel now. Fukin' hell, how can anyone work in such cold? My fingers are so numb to the point I have trouble typing, smsing and scratching my butt. And I'm wearing a jacket too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craziest thing is, the lady in front of me, is wearing something which has no sleeves at all. I start looking at her with a newfound respect. Anyone who can stand this cold in that kind of clothing must be someone special. I wouldn't be surprised at all to see her at Snow City in nothing but a 2 piece bikini eating Ice Cream. She's the Ice Queen people. If you thought fairy tale characters don't exist, you're wrong apparently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly though, its defies logic to set the air con at such a low temperature. How will that improve staff productivity if everyone(but queen ice) is freezing/shivering/drinking hot coffee/taking regular toilet breaks to get away from having your veins freeze. Fuk, even Youtube is freezing here, the videos ain't loading properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know. Its ok. Really. Cause its a Friday. END OF THE WEEK! WELLLLLLL!!!! WELLL ITS THE WEEKENDS!!! 10 more minutes till I'm outta freezing hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm certainly gonna appreciate the sun more from now on........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-2705233058131429928?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/2705233058131429928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=2705233058131429928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2705233058131429928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2705233058131429928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-can-anyone-be-so-cold-you-can-be-so.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-8004710977745765548</id><published>2007-09-27T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T01:36:51.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't usually have 2 blog posts out within hours of each other. However, I just have to post this link up. Why? Cause I find it kick ass. Watch it even if you're not a fan of rock songs or recognize the tune, just watch it cause its talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuSihWz7LlQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KuSihWz7LlQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have embedded this video here but they don't allow it. Go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;Its fukin' mint. Guitar Talent. At such a young age too. Playing "Stairway to heaven" by led zepplin, the link I posted you was the part with the guitar solo(there are parts 1 and 2 too, check them out but I personally like part 3 best). Sure there are several mistakes here and there but it damn well comes close to the &lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=_mNjd-hnxbs&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;original version&lt;/a&gt;. Not many people his age can play so well. He looks about 7-8 years old? Maybe even younger. Although then again, he might be a child-like looking botoxed midget who is actually 53 years old who lives with his cat loving aunty. Highly doubt that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen it yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freakin' awesome eh......When I was his age and you gave me a guitar with 4 strings which are programmed to play a "Mary had a little lamb" no matter which strings were played, I'll still mess it up and probably break the strings in the process. Don't mock me. You would too. Seriously though, as long as he keeps on practicing songs like that and doesn't switch to poppy songs he'll make it big one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, if only I didn't listen to backstreet boys when I was young...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-8004710977745765548?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/8004710977745765548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=8004710977745765548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8004710977745765548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8004710977745765548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-usually-have-2-blog-posts-out.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-2382558321554054560</id><published>2007-09-26T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T22:20:18.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am the eggman&lt;br /&gt;We are the eggmen&lt;br /&gt;I am the Walrus!&lt;br /&gt;goo goo g'joob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogging here from the office now. Kinda risky, cause I've just been relocated in the office! Yup, some new bigshot is coming into the company so Chun Hong and myself had to move to the general office, where we do get our own desk. Nothing however, beats having your very own room in the office. More privacy to, you know, do things like what I'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I look around now, all I see is myself. Nobody within a 10 metres radius around me. And with no clear instructions on what to do now, I'm just sitting here and reading funny editorials on the internet and having to stifle my laughter at times when I read something funny. Reason why I can do all this is cause I was relocated to some little corner of the office where the coming and goings are at a minimum. Chun Hong however, is sitting right in front of our "supervisor". Though she ain't our boss but she's a full timer and she is still way above us so he can't do much shit now can he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I spent the 2nd half of the day at Singapore Discovery Centre, a much poorer version of the Science Centre. Note though, that only myself had to go while Chun Hong had to stay in the office. While that by itself is quite shite for Chun Hong, wait till he knows of the next part. I was released at 4pm, and my boss told me to take cab home and claim from the company........ cause that's company policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere up there, God must have decided to finally reward me for leaving the last cookie in the jar to that nice girl when I was in kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was fukin' happy on the way home, couldn't stop grinning. It's not everyday I get to go home so early, and in a cab at that. Yes, you might argue such trivial matters hardly warrants such joy. Its not as if my kitten suddenly started excreting gold from her way-too-prominent-to-be-true asshole, or as if Arsenal won the Quadruple, or if I heard what I wanted to hear from someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I quote the lyrics from an Oasis Song &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjdJjX5poKw/"&gt;Its good to be free, &lt;/a&gt;"The little things that make me so happy, all I want to do is live by the sea". Simple things like this can really cheer me up immensely. Really, I think the cab driver must have been slightly freaked out. Cause people have commented I don't smile. I only smirk. And me smirking all the way from Jurong to Woodlands could not have been a pleasant feeling for that nice old Malay taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably thought I was about to rob him or something. Maybe direct him to some place where 6 gay gym men would rape him. Or tie him up and force him to listen to the song Umbrella from Rihana over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shudder*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't kid about things like this. It might just give you and me nightmares and cause some to go into severe depression just thinking about it. And we haven't even taken into account the gay gym men nor the robbery.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then I'm off to lunch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw the 2nd previous post may not &lt;em&gt;neccessarily&lt;/em&gt; be about me you know. Its meant to be generally speaking so don't take it too literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your work people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my car and I drive real far&lt;br /&gt;To where they're not concerned about the way we are&lt;br /&gt;In my mind my dreams are real&lt;br /&gt;Are you concerned about the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm a rock 'n' roll star&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-2382558321554054560?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/2382558321554054560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=2382558321554054560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2382558321554054560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2382558321554054560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-eggman-we-are-eggmen-i-am-walrus.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-8310069917364782058</id><published>2007-09-25T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T05:57:02.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZmFclwdtizY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZmFclwdtizY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a nice jog.....no specs, no contacts, its night so my vision is blurred. Almost met with an accident. Almost. Fukin car speeding to shit knows where, going against the red light and giving me a nasty shock in the process. Jog was calming though. When I have too much in my mind I tend to exercise/jog extensively to release all my frustration. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello, hello&lt;br /&gt;Said its good to be back, its good to be back........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-8310069917364782058?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/8310069917364782058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=8310069917364782058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8310069917364782058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8310069917364782058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/09/had-nice-jog.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-2566572054199531891</id><published>2007-09-24T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T18:28:28.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sat was my Grandma's birthday. Nobody in our immediate family missed it. With Grandma's deteriorating health, we all must be prepared for any eventuality. Nope, I'm not cursing her and there's no need to touch wood. But fact of the matter is, cancer, coupled with old age and a few other sicknesses which comes with old age, leaves us having to face up to the reality that she may not have much time left in this world. It was mighty fine for Grandma, I'm sure, to see all who was important to her(which number around 30+) in one room celebrating her birthday. From her kids, to her grandkids to her great grandkids, all of us were there, and my dad said she appeared close to tears at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, interesting thing to note though, when I first came she didn't recognize me..........this despite the fact that I just visited her a week before. Either her memory is getting worse or I'm getting better fukin looking than I already am as the days go by. Personally, I think its pretty much a case of the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a hot day. Yup, a very very hot day.....in the afternoon that is. The morning was kinda rainy and wet. It was like the sun overslept for work, went "shit I'm gonna get fired by god for this" so decided to work doubly hard during the afternoon to make up for the lost time in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very good for me now, cause I had a soccer match that afternoon. My fitness level, is at a all time low. I don't work out, I don't jog, I don't play as much soccer as I used to and I eat heavily cause really, that's one of the few things that can get you outta the depressing mood of TEP. Compound that with a filling dinner the previous night along with sleeping late and I effectively had the fitness of a hibernating bear. Didn't have a good game individually, we lost the game 3-1, a kinda respectable scoreline seeing as how we had several decent chances to score. Oh, and I forgot to mention this is my dad's team, with lots of old men and a few young ones like myself to do the running. Played at the Singapore Sports School (home of NK during the weekdays) where the turf was some sort of astro turf or something. Not used to that turf though, good as it might sound. Oh well, we put up a reasonably decent account of ourselves and that's what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute......nope it doesn't. Only the final score counts. That's the only thing that matters, be it in soccer or anything else.........or is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this week to end. Not only will it signal another week of IPP gone but it'll also mean its PAYDAY!!!! Yes, finally, after 2 hellish months of overspending on things which now looking back on really had no point and having to scrimp, save and skip a meal per day in order to, well, get at least 1 decent meal. Part of my stress/depression/emo or whatever you people want to call it is due partially to this shit called finance. Is it not a worrying to see the cash in your wallet and bank account slowly dwindle, and having to borrow cash from my dad, something which I really hate to do. Not that it has got anything to with my dad, its just that I generally hate borrowing money. Hah, and to think I thought these days were over. Really though, I'll have to start asking poon to kick me in the guts everytime I spend on pointless things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, almost done with this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, it kinda sucks bad to be chasing someone who&lt;br /&gt;a)has no interest in you AT ALL and views you as at best, a friend&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;b)has an interest in another guy who is evidently chasing her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is bad enough(I can testify to that), but when its both, then it opens up a whole new level of shit. Shit bad enough to make you want to smoke pot under a bridge all day while begging for loose change from looser women so that you can buy more pot to smoke. The poor bloke loses confidence, gets snappy at little things and is generally a bulltwat to society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't blame that bloke though. He might have thought "hey, I might actually have a chance here now innit? We kinda click well together, there's plenty to talk about to each other so there's no reason why it can't work now. D'you knowhat I mean? " Then when reality decided to pay the bloke a cheery visit while singing "hello, hello, I say its good to be back", those thoughts and dreams comes crashing down. That poor guy will generally start feeling like turd which even pigs won't go near and his face will turn a boogerish kind of yellow and he'll start to want to smoke pot and etc (see above). Not the best feeling in the world you might agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I tried my best to not make the last few parts sound so serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it still sounds very serious though, you can probably attribute it to my craving to smoke a hell lot of pot right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you know.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night all \/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You look so tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rest well girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-2566572054199531891?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/2566572054199531891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=2566572054199531891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2566572054199531891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2566572054199531891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/09/sat-was-my-grandmas-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-3512631057363457988</id><published>2007-09-18T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:31:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think I woke up on the wrong side of bed yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since IPP started I have not felt so down as I did yesterday. Perhaps it was the after effects of a sad Monday (take care Ben).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it is just IPP. I cannot stand sitting and just looking at a computer screen for an entire day. There’s just nothing to look forward to when I wake up. You know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t bother about any shit anymore. Overall everything just makes me feel damn down. I really haven’t felt like this for a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet and intranet server was down in the workplace for some reason or other. I just stared into space daydreaming with really nothing to do for a good whole 10minutes. Then out of pure randomness I decided to write lyrics to a tune from Hammerfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this journey I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that along she’ll come&lt;br /&gt;Few sacrifices which I won’t make&lt;br /&gt;For her to be my only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this journey I lay in the night&lt;br /&gt;Living in the silence so still&lt;br /&gt;No words ever seem so right&lt;br /&gt;To describe just what I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday could just be any day&lt;br /&gt;I looked up into the velvet sky&lt;br /&gt;Wondering bout the things to say&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how but I do know why&lt;br /&gt;What's so wrong she couldn't stay&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me and walked away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;The break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;Some say we might&lt;br /&gt;Some say its gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to stop&lt;br /&gt;On this journey I am lost&lt;br /&gt;I fell right from the top&lt;br /&gt;Its what hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;The crossroads are so very near&lt;br /&gt;Now comes the time to part&lt;br /&gt;Shes goes far but I stay here&lt;br /&gt;Still hoping for the beat of her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you can call it very amateurish. Kind of did it in 10 minutes. It was just out from the top of my head, without much thought put into it. It was written based on what I felt like writing, and whatever I felt at that time I’d just add it in. How much you want to read into it, it is really up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the highest point of my day………writing lyrics to a tune. Yep, it really is. Kinda sad if you think about it huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that’s all. I’m blogging this during work cause a)there’s nothing better to do b)I’m bored and c) I don’t give a shit if they catch me watching Youtube or blogging anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K I’m off for lunch. All you others have a nice day at work. Seriously. I wish you all to have a nice work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope things will get better for you at work&lt;br /&gt;Hope things will get better for me at work&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is just smile and bear with things....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-3512631057363457988?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/3512631057363457988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=3512631057363457988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/3512631057363457988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/3512631057363457988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/09/think-i-woke-up-on-wrong-side-of-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-369033553290914664</id><published>2007-09-16T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T06:57:00.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So what can I say when I've just witnessed a classic North London derby between Arsenal and Sp*rs. Nothing much, except HAHAHAHAHA you sp*rs cunts can go stick your arses cause Arsenal just taught you a lesson in football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then, got that out of my system, the adrenaline rush too much for me to contain too long. Such a waste the match wasn't showed live in the Arsenal club(screw starhub), cause I can imagine the electrifying atmosphere would have been kick ass. Especially when sp*rs is our arch of arch rivals, it just would have been much much much nicer to have celebrated with all the Gooners rather than just cheering and shouting like a maniac alone, with my dad looking sourly on since liverpool only managed a draw. I hope Edumund Ho Teng Sung doesn't jump up and down in frustration.....we don't need more tremors in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then, I'm not going to talk much about IPP, cause you know, its the same old thing we are doing. Though we did get to go down to the Science Centre and walk around looking at all the exhibits. The rest of the time was spent in the office, doing some compilation while watching youtube and constantly looking over our backs to make sure nobody spots us. Well 3 weeks gone, 8 more to go. Log book is probably a nice warm habitat for some colorful spider spinning a web who's thinking this is the perfect spot to live and procreate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally caught the Ratatouille movie on Friday. The movie was nice, don't think it warranted the 5 stars most people give it though. Maybe 4 stars? Hahaha, yea, but company was great, and it was a enjoyable friday overall =D. Very tiring though, to go out after IPP, slept immediately once my head touched my pillow.....never slept so soundly for some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow Ee has gone to England already apparently. Gonna use some vulgarities here cause I think it kinda warrants it. Well, anyway that f*cking pint sized twat of a cunt told everybody he was going off to England in Oct. Then just this week I found out he was already in England. WTF? He doesn't know which month comes first? Worst of all he didn't even tell me nor anyone he was going off, just left like that to England for 4 years and I found it out through Kai Boon and Kai Yun! Wtf? F*cking bulltwat. Simon Matthews made a good point when he once said Chow Ee should be hung upside down from a fan and whipped. Yes. A very good idea indeed. Kudos to you Simon Matthews, we've misjudged your a** face, you knew what you were talking about all along. We were actually planning to have some kind of sending off dinner for him but now he just left without a word. Some kind of friend that veneral disease ridden arsewipe chow ee is huh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I'm gonna cough up enough green spit, use it to stick you to a white plank and hang you upside down over shark infested waters while getting some old ladies with rolling pins to whack the shit outta you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its time to work out. My life during IPP in a nutshell goes something like this: Wake up, sit down, eat, sit down, eat, sleep and repeat. Not a very healthy lifestyle now issit? What with NAPFA coming up too. That is why I plan to work out at the kallang stadium with poon-deh and paul these coming weeks after work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oasis-Acquiesce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;That makes me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to wake&lt;br /&gt;The things that sleep inside&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna see the light&lt;br /&gt;That shines behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I can say&lt;br /&gt;The things I wish I'd said&lt;br /&gt;To sing my soul to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And take me back to bed&lt;br /&gt;You want to be alone&lt;br /&gt;When we could be alive instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Because we need each other&lt;br /&gt;We believe in one another&lt;br /&gt;And I know we're going to uncover&lt;br /&gt;What's sleepin' in our soul&lt;br /&gt;Because we need each other&lt;br /&gt;We believe in one another&lt;br /&gt;I know we're going to uncover&lt;br /&gt;What's sleepin' in our soul&lt;br /&gt;What's sleepin' in our soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things&lt;br /&gt;That I would like to know&lt;br /&gt;And there are many places&lt;br /&gt;That I wish to go&lt;br /&gt;But everything's depending&lt;br /&gt;On the way the wind may blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is&lt;br /&gt;That makes me feel alive&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to wake&lt;br /&gt;The things that sleep inside&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna see the light&lt;br /&gt;That shines behind your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice song, I don't like the video for this song so I'll just post the lyrics up. Try to listen to it if you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are somethings I'm confused about. I'm not quite sure where things will go from here, or how it SHOULD go. I'm really not sure. What path should I take and what choices do I make. On the one hand I am admittedly, afraid of hitting another wall repeatedly like a fool. On the other, I really want to break down the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I talking about? Only a few know I think......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-369033553290914664?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/369033553290914664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=369033553290914664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/369033553290914664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/369033553290914664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-what-can-i-say-when-ive-just.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-2169556467309638652</id><published>2007-09-13T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T09:33:06.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got my results back already.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The less said the better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another lump of average results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cs and Bs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wan Yi, I really fukin adore you la my friend. Really thanks a lot, questions I had and answers you gave. Words can't express how much I appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Yup. Yup. Yup. Yup. See, I'm going slightly bonkers here. I'm a happy guy now. Its like a weight has been lifted off. Something which has always stayed in the back of my mind can finally be cleared. Wow. The feeling is great. Though ya, one might see it as "wtf?!?" if you should ever know(though you'll never know!) what the whole thing is about but you won't understand my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT GREAT GREAT!!!!! =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so enlightened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT EVERYBODY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-2169556467309638652?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/2169556467309638652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=2169556467309638652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2169556467309638652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2169556467309638652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/09/got-my-results-back-already.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-6526133584628791749</id><published>2007-09-09T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T07:14:54.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week was a tough week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, IPP work was really mundane and boring. Proof reading Malay and Japanese words by comparing them with the correct content can really suck the energy out of your life somehow. Sitting there like a stone, waiting for the clock to tick down, staring at the computer screen and at words words words. Words I don't even understand. Words which if tilted at a certain angle and with some imagination can look like Chewbacca's left butt cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bloody bored aren't I........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I complain so much about working but instead of resting during the weekends, I worked part time at this event called "Shape Run 07", a 5km/10km running marathon only for women. Worked there with Poon, Paul, Lex, Jen, Pin Pin and OH Jek Yew. First day was 11am-9pm, basically just giving out the runner's number tag and Nike shirts to the people who have registered. Apparently there were over 6000 registrants so we were not short on work to do. It was simple work actually, kinda like customer service which I did at Causeway point the other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ass wrenching part was when we ran out of XL and L sizes and eventually M sizes for the Nike Shirt. Nike decided to order via estimates from last year's run instead of getting the confirmation of sizes from the participants. As a result, they ordered a lot of S size shirts as well as M. Unfortunately, most of the participants belong to the XXL category(and some even XXXL category). So yup, a lot of people were kicking up a fuss about not getting their size etc. It was interesting in a way, you get to see many different customer reactions. We all had different ways of handling the problem. Paul used his Sorry sorry sorry tatic, Lex used tatics to shock the customers("you thought ah!?") while Jen just crouched down behind the counter whenever a bigger sized customer customer was next in line, so that they would go to the next counter person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day was just plain busy and tiring, giving out of the goodie bags. The queue just never ceased and by the time it finally did end, all our arms were aching and we were just as sweaty as the marathon runners. Worst part was we had to report at Marina Square at 7am but all of us went back home late the previous night, each for their own reasons. Me, I went to meet Hazwan at his workplace(Tiet Jamming Studio) at Outram to get my guitar which he very kindly helped me restring(a string broke) and partially tune. With the Jamming Studio more or less to ourselves we fiddled around with the equipments, basically the drums and the electric guitar. Eventually got home at around 2+. Anyway cause of the lack of sleep and the work, I was completely knocked out once my head touched my pillow today. Its been a long time since I slept that well.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, the pay's good. $80 bucks per day, working with friends and with exotic Jillian for eye candy to distract me from the mainly male population at the counter so its all good........ hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really needed the money though. My finances have been in the red since August so this can really tide me over till at least the end of the month when I get my pay. Though sometimes I spend it too freely huh.....but somethings are just worth spending on........I hope.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite then, thats all for now, IPP again tomorrow, I hope to be able to watch Ratatouille this week. Wonder if its possible? Haha, will have to check again, but definitely looking forward to that =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll never change what's been and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May your smile s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hine on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your destiny may keep you warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause all of the stars are fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just try not to worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You'll see them some day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-6526133584628791749?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/6526133584628791749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=6526133584628791749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6526133584628791749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6526133584628791749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-week-was-tough-week.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-6342430378607249412</id><published>2007-09-01T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:57:30.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RtmvoTs2e2I/AAAAAAAAACo/_NKVLD99usg/s1600-h/DSC00843.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right, eventful day it was. First off, went to meet Hazwan and Ahmad to play badminton. Unfortunately by the time we started the sun was too freaking hot and we barely played a few rounds before feeling exhausted. But still we continued, but we finally stopped when this happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/Rtmvojs2e3I/AAAAAAAAACw/4s-_P65j6jc/s1600-h/DSC00878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105304763914156914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/Rtmvojs2e3I/AAAAAAAAACw/4s-_P65j6jc/s320/DSC00878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Ahmad first complained that the racquet was moving by itself but we thought nothing of it but during one rather hard smack the whole racquet flew, right across hazwan's face, just missing him and his double chin by a whisker. Hahaha, after which Hazwan had to go take a smoke to calm his nerves. Imagine a racquet flying at you at that speed. Kinda scary huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway the main topic here is..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/Rtmvojs2e4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/B8DpYIpETJ8/s1600-h/DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105304763914156930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/Rtmvojs2e4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/B8DpYIpETJ8/s320/DSC00881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kitten. Yep, its a stray, not that nice looking kitten but its freaking small and active. I first saw some kids mishandling the kitten while "lepak-ing" at Ahmad's house after badmintion. Apparently those boys left the kitten at the dustbin so I decided to bring it to the pet shop near ahmad's house to see if they could take care of it or something. I mean, its so small, you can carry it around with one hand, the mum's nowhere to be found and other kids or some cruel person might find it and torture it or something. I don't know, some people sadistic and kids are just immature in thought to realise that what they do might hurt the animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the Pet Shop lady said there was no space in her shop. There, a girl who saw the cat told us that a family kept the kitten for a few weeks but got tired of it so they decided to get rid of it. Apparently by leaving it at the dustbin. No sense of responsibility whatseover those fucking bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Left with no choice since Ahmad's mum doesn't let him keep a cat, I had to try and sell the kitten's story to my parents and hope that they won't mind keeping it for awhile till we find a better home for it or maybe to keep it permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yep, I succeeded. So now.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a CAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/Rtmvozs2e5I/AAAAAAAAADA/V6gLL8hibpY/s1600-h/DSC00883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105304768209124242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/Rtmvozs2e5I/AAAAAAAAADA/V6gLL8hibpY/s320/DSC00883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or a kitten rather......=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, alright then, thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update some other time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 1 week of IPP is gone. 10 more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Working everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-6342430378607249412?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/6342430378607249412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=6342430378607249412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6342430378607249412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6342430378607249412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/09/right-eventful-day-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/Rtmvojs2e3I/AAAAAAAAACw/4s-_P65j6jc/s72-c/DSC00878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-2430154605212033896</id><published>2007-08-29T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:57:31.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>During IPP.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This keeps me awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RtWBTDs2exI/AAAAAAAAACA/edAzECApr7Y/s1600-h/coffee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104127917105249042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RtWBTDs2exI/AAAAAAAAACA/edAzECApr7Y/s320/coffee.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This keeps me fresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RtWBUTs2eyI/AAAAAAAAACI/KmriI3lGwcs/s1600-h/fishermanfren.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104127938580085538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RtWBUTs2eyI/AAAAAAAAACI/KmriI3lGwcs/s320/fishermanfren.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This keeps me focused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RtWBUTs2ezI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bfCI1TWZuvE/s1600-h/mp3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104127938580085554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RtWBUTs2ezI/AAAAAAAAACQ/bfCI1TWZuvE/s320/mp3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.........the 3 things I more or less need during those dreary hours in the office. Coffee, sweets and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I tried taking this bus to work today........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RtWBVzs2e0I/AAAAAAAAACY/rb_2LcDHN8Y/s1600-h/bus161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104127964349889346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RtWBVzs2e0I/AAAAAAAAACY/rb_2LcDHN8Y/s320/bus161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bus 961&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a direct bus from Woodlands to right outside my workplace. Sounded tempting so I decided to take it to work. Bad mistake. Really REALLY bad mistake. Its the worst bus ride in my entire life I kid you not. The bus is slow moving, there's a lot of stops, where every stop there are definitely passengers alighting or boarding which means its a lot of stop start movement. Not to mention the sheer numbers of traffic lights it has to stop at along the way. The whole journey took 1hour 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus I was late for work, with an extremely sore ass, feeling restless and feeling cramped up. I swear I'll never attempt that bus ride ever again. I'd much rather walk backwards from city hall to kallang place while reciting the Singapore pledge over and over again than go through that whole experience again. Hell, I think I'll still reach my work place if I do that before the 961 bus does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, its a lesson well and truly learnt.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A random picture.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RtWBWDs2e1I/AAAAAAAAACg/2P_GK6bzJXg/s1600-h/blackman.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104127968644856658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RtWBWDs2e1I/AAAAAAAAACg/2P_GK6bzJXg/s320/blackman.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a name for a stall eh? Black Man Cafe. The translation to Chinese words is direct which makes it sound extremely retarded overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, people do have weird ideas. Like my idea to take that 961 bus to work. Anway off to bed now so ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-2430154605212033896?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/2430154605212033896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=2430154605212033896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2430154605212033896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2430154605212033896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/08/during-ipp_29.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RtWBTDs2exI/AAAAAAAAACA/edAzECApr7Y/s72-c/coffee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-7601332797959231742</id><published>2007-08-28T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:02:10.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work's boring for now........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do is proof read science centre stuff, and by proof reading its not the checking of English but just to check if the article falls under the correct headline. Which is one hell of a boring task. Many a time I just couldn't stand it and dozed off in before the computer. Which thankfully, no supervisor saw...........I hope........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the plus side to this is I learn about science. For example, the White Heads plant can be used to blacken your hair, the Wild cockscomb can stop bleeding of intestines and the Tartarian Aster can ease menstrual pain. Yes, things like these I read. But still, there's only so much of such things I can read before getting dead sleepy.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and do you know your pupils automatically enlarge when you see the person you love? That's a sure-fire way to keep me awake. Unfortunately for me then, that Mr. Chun Hong ain't my type. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this Thursday and Friday should be better, will be heading towards Marina Square to help out with the Science Centre Exhibition which Spacelogic has organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hunting high and low for something. Thought I'd head down to IKEA at Pasir Ris after work to see if it was there. Waited damn long for the shuttle bus. Searched the whole of IKEA but nope, its not there. Got kinda irritated with the layout of the place, the signs to the exit leading you one whole round. Thought Courts might have it. Went to search the place.......and once again came up with nothing. Tired out and sleepy from work, I thought of heading towards the bus stop to go home but thought, what the hell, lets just try Giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!!!!..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still didn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a waste of time. Worst of all, just as I left the place and was preparing to cross the road to the bus stop, it rained. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEAVILY. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If you've ever been there you'll understand the traffic light is in between the bus stop and IKEA so there was no point running back for shelter. I just had to wait for the traffic light to turn green meanwhile getting drenched completely. Just as if to rub salt into my wounds, I happened to be eating a hot dog bun at that time and it got wet as well. And when I finally got to the bus stop, lo-and-behold, the rain stopped miraculously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole repertoire of swear words flashed across my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boarded the bus where the bus uncle gave me a very angry look cause I was drenched which I promptly replied back with an equally dirty look. Wasn't in the mood to stand for such nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;And it bloody sucks to know that all this trouble I go through looking for it will in all probability be for nothing.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to bed now, caught a damned cold. Blocked nose and the lot. Anyone want to watch Ratatoutille(spelt correctly?) with me? Seems its a good movie. I'm a sucker for movies with good reviews. But who isn't?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-7601332797959231742?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/7601332797959231742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=7601332797959231742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7601332797959231742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7601332797959231742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/08/works-boring-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-4941648582116238090</id><published>2007-08-24T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:13:09.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back home at 630am, slept at 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY? Cause I went to chill with Hazwan and Ahmad at Ahmad's house and started to tell a ghost story. And Hazwan eventually got too scared to go home so we just lepaked all the way till the first train was in service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahaha was fun though. Learnt some guitar chords basics as well as connecting back with power metal music which I have drifted off from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, off to sleep again now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-4941648582116238090?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/4941648582116238090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=4941648582116238090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4941648582116238090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4941648582116238090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/08/got-back-home-at-630am-slept-at-7am.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-659057390675313642</id><published>2007-08-23T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:23:10.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are over baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Days of Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its off to IPP at Spacelogic.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to be disciplined.........9-6 everyday at Kallang, from Woodlands it ain't gonna be easy, especially for one like me who can be late for an appointment at Causeway Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all then.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-659057390675313642?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/659057390675313642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=659057390675313642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/659057390675313642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/659057390675313642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/08/exams-are-over-baby-time-for-holidays-3.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-2257997245929517417</id><published>2007-08-19T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T07:06:41.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams start tomorrow and yet here I am at my computer, typing out whatever you see right here instead of studying. Why? Cause my HRM book is still wet from the rain(long story), and I have to rely on the powerpoint slides+notes which the good ole OH jek yew sent me. And I just can't seem to be able to study using the computer.... too many distractions here and there. Msn, youtube etc. In fact, I've only just been reading through the notes and not bothering to memorise the points, hoping that by understanding what the notes are trying to say I'll be able to answer the questions. Of course, that hope is based on the exams questions not requiring you to state key words or something along those lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ahmad's house yesterday to "lepak" with Hazwan and Ahmad. Half the time was spent eating Ice Cream, potato chips, longans and drinking green tea while talking cock. The other half was spent editing Ahmad's OSIP report and toying around with his friendster/msn account. And bloody hell, through messing around with his msn I think I just got Ahmad a "date" this Thursday. Hahaha whether he'll go through with it is another matter altogther though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, I finally found out what Spacelogic does. Its company which designs exhibitions or something to that effect. Apparently for me I'll be involved in some Science Centre exhibition so yeah, hopefully the work will be interesting. Fingers crossed. Tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention the allowance/pay is a freaking $800(which is high for a intern)?&lt;br /&gt;Lucky lucky me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer on Saturday was at Fernvale again. 161 is such a nice bus ride. I don't know why but I like it. There's hardly any traffic jams, the ride is smooth, only 5 stops from my house to compass point and armed with my mp3 playing my favourite tunes, its a good source of relaxation and I really enjoy the ride. Also..... it doesn't hurt that a certain someone resides in the Sengakang area and there's always gonna be a good chance of meeting that someone when I'm in Sengkang. Especially during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.....&lt;br /&gt;*Coughs*&lt;br /&gt;Don't get mad Koh Hanjie Darius =D&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you’ll read this at some stage and know I’m just joshing you but you’ll be too used to it to do anything but say ‘meh’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so thats about all for this post. Rather lengthy and mostly full of ramblings and long windedness crap but this is what happens when I've been editing a report done by a guy who can stretch a 5minutes anecdote into a 2 hour bed time story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with a acoustic version of the ballad "Wonderwall". Once again by Oasis but its performed live and its fukin nice. Yeah, I'm going to learn how to play the song. I have plans for it. Hahaha only paul understands the last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway do listen to it, and enjoy it. Its really nice, one of the nicest versions of the song I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZqscSWtHmo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HZqscSWtHmo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder if I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love You,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love Me Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-2257997245929517417?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/2257997245929517417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=2257997245929517417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2257997245929517417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2257997245929517417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/08/exams-start-tomorrow-and-yet-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-8863196735803873258</id><published>2007-08-15T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T00:34:17.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to work in Spacelogic pte ltd for my IPP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone heard of that company?&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can even access their website?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the f*** couldn't I have gotten some company like Singapore Press Holdings or some Singapore Sports Council where they ask you to WRITE &amp; EDIT!!!! That would be like a dream job.......whatever shit it is they ask me to write or edit i'll do it with the minimum of fuss. Damn it man........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw IPP postings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-8863196735803873258?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/8863196735803873258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=8863196735803873258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8863196735803873258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8863196735803873258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-to-work-in-spacelogic-pte-ltd.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-5863925445067814302</id><published>2007-08-11T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T01:50:37.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something very very random. I had a dream last night about this dog I kept in the past, a Jack Russell Terrier I named Dexter. We had to give him away cause he was too hyperactive and the trouble and expenses for keeping a dog is quite high. The family we gave him away to claimed that he ran away and till now, I have no idea where he is or what has happened to him. So yeah, I dreamt that I somehow found him and we started taking care of him again. Can't really remember the exact details but well, I kinda was reminded again of what a wonderful and lovable dog he was. Devoted to us, and so incredibly smart(I can't stress this enough) and agile, its such a waste my parents decided to give him away. Everytime we went out he would wait at the door for us(I know cause we had a video camera recording what he did). I really regret not taking any pictures of him, I can't remember exactly what he looked like now, but I know he was really very good looking(like the owner=D). I really hope he's doing alright now, wherever he is now.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah he'll be fine, he too damned cunning and smart, probably the head of some pariah dog mafia gang on the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are up and coming, 3 papers to study for, Marketing Research, Human Resource and Personal Selling. All 3 are marketing kind of modules where there are a lot of terms to memorise. I absolutely hate such modules, and despite the belief that one can bullsh*t our way out of the paper, which is something I specialise in, its not that easy to do. Add that to the fact that I don't attend MR(Mr PCC is just plain boring) &amp; HR lectures and doze off during the tutorials thus having absolutely no idea what's what.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in trouble eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonalds has been experiencing a sever dip in sales for the last 3-4 months. Sales have gone down by 23% especially for the sales of their Coke. The top management in Mcdonalds have been trying to cope with this dip in sales and are worried that this trend might continue. Industry analysts while initially puzzled has finally found out the reason for the severe dip in sales. They put it down to the unpreventable loss of loyal and constant customer(s) over this particular period of time. To be precise, they have pointed out that Ahmad Dinie "Pepe" Farid was sent overseas for attachment which have contributed to this severe dip in sales. However, Mcdonalds management in Singapore can rest easy again as he is finally back and business for Mcdonalds will improve once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha.......Welcome back to Singapore, Ahmad "Pepe" Farid. Your IMMENSE presence over the last 4 months has been missed by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thats about all for this post....... I leave you with this song by Oasis called Live Forever. Very cool song, so DO listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5ZaHehjVPc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e5ZaHehjVPc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone needs someone to put a smile on their face........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you found someone to do that yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you have, then smile =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-5863925445067814302?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-1488228017720387680</id><published>2007-08-07T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T06:58:38.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Projects are down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expenses are up...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah, nyah nyah nyah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all is said and done,&lt;br /&gt;All one  sided again huh........&lt;br /&gt;Its the same old story ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-1488228017720387680?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/1488228017720387680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-3477510491090894171</id><published>2007-07-23T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:25:29.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even after so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wonder what went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Was anything even right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why couldn't "We" take flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How long did it last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can I put it in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Should I just walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Words I can't find to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But when it all falls apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will know deep in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That the only thing which stood true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have loved you&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Some things don't die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And some feelings don't lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So till now I still wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-3477510491090894171?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/3477510491090894171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=3477510491090894171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/3477510491090894171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/3477510491090894171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/07/even-after-so-long-i-wonder-what-went.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-8333840494227034328</id><published>2007-07-22T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T02:54:38.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IB ica was do-able&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;CRM ica was quite irritating&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;I bullshited my way through that paper.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only CRM was as easy as this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ehcf46HP3Ho"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ehcf46HP3Ho" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-8333840494227034328?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/8333840494227034328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=8333840494227034328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8333840494227034328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8333840494227034328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/07/ib-ica-was-do-able-but-crm-ica-was.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-3685787069760402944</id><published>2007-07-18T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:24:30.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just some family guy videos again to relieve us all from the stress of stuyding and projects.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One just can't get enough of Michael Jackson jokes.&lt;br /&gt;This video is just 4 seconds, but its genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PDPISxahOdA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PDPISxahOdA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Griffin trying to stop pollution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGb2MxDHn5Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RGb2MxDHn5Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first fight between Peter and Giant Chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iJnf_Ne2-B0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iJnf_Ne2-B0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last video.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VwHX5Q8-IrE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VwHX5Q8-IrE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-3685787069760402944?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-7227773605912057080</id><published>2007-07-17T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T10:48:15.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fukin' Hell.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Failed Retail ICA 2!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally swamped with projects right now. Over the course of 2 months you think my group would have achieved a lot of progress with our projects seeing as how many project meetings we've had but when it all boils down to it, my group still got a lot more to do before we can all finally heave a sigh or relief, sit back, relax and watch the other groups strees out with their projects. Nonetheless, this week the projects will have to take a backseat as written ICAs loom. In fact, tomorrow's IB ICA2 while on Friday will be CRM ICA 3. Yeah, quite a handful of things to worry about eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma's new maid doesn't seem to have initiative and I have doubts she can take proper care of my Grandma. So right now, my relatives are considering to shift grandma over here to our house to stay. Right....... none too happy with that decision if it materialises though. Not the action of her staying here but rather the half baked lame reason which irks me tremendously. Well, I'm just a grandson, nothing more, my opinion won't matter in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite then, going off to bed now. Soon it'll be dawn and the world will start spinning merrily again and it'll be time to start IB revision again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she's fine, most of the time&lt;br /&gt;takes her days with a smile&lt;br /&gt;she moves like dancing in light&lt;br /&gt;spinning around to the sound&lt;br /&gt;turning my frown upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-7227773605912057080?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/7227773605912057080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=7227773605912057080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7227773605912057080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7227773605912057080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/07/totally-swamped-with-projects-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-2020101757034427631</id><published>2007-07-09T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T04:17:56.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhh.....my usually boring job in the free access lab just got interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plain Black with a touch of red. So elegant.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.....don't know what I'm talking about? Make a guess then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, a sight for sore eyes. Literally.......my eyes are fucking red and tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-2020101757034427631?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/2020101757034427631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=2020101757034427631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2020101757034427631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2020101757034427631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/07/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-4310731044777739039</id><published>2007-07-08T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T09:34:46.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gonna be a short post for this one. Cause I'm just too damned tired for wordy entries. Yes, the last post I said would be short(like shawn) but I just got carried away. No worries for this entry though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I tired?&lt;br /&gt;Thursday-&gt;Full day of school, played soccer after school, went Darius house(or rather his neighbourhood) to chill with poly mates. Got back home the next day at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-&gt; Woke up prematurely early to visit dear grandma, whom I had not visited since she got discharged from hospital a week ago. She's doing better now but she's still weak. Oh well, health just deteoriates as you get older. Complications with her new maid is a problem which should and could be avoided though. Slept at 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-&gt; Woke up at 8am to prepare for a soccer match at 11. Played a full 90minutes soccer game for my friend at St Wilfreds. Fuckin hell, had to do a lot of cover up for the team I played for since only 1 player was decent while the rest was basically rubbish. Had to play 1 whole half with 10 men too. Totally wtf. Then rushed down to Yio Chu Kang after that for more soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-&gt; Had another soccer game for the gooners against Newcastle fan club. Won 3-2 but I'm not satisfied with my performance. Could have played better, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be another full school day starting with Marketing Research project at 10am, where I'm sure all 5 group members will be crowding around 1 solitary computer computing our SPSS results. Erm.....pro?Duh!active? yeah sure.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's some family guy clips to brighten up your day. Hope you can catch the jokes. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family guy and the nudists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFcg9uuBUSY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pFcg9uuBUSY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family guy--&gt;Peter Griffin vs Chicken(Fight 3 *Slight Violence*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8crOhMvSweg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8crOhMvSweg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy-&gt;A fan made family guy parody playing in sync to the Movie 300 trailer. Quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nSkgzbxNcY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nSkgzbxNcY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-4310731044777739039?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/4310731044777739039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=4310731044777739039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4310731044777739039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4310731044777739039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/07/gonna-be-short-post-for-this-one.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-991058145690392523</id><published>2007-06-27T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:57:32.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short post cause I just want to pen down some thoughts about Henry leaving Arsenal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being an avid Arsenal Fc fan, I cannot help but feel a tinge of sadness when I heard news that our talismanic striker and club captain, Thierry Henry left Arsenal to join Barcelona. For 8 great years, Henry served the club extremely well and statistics about the player speak for themselves. But its not only just about the quantity of goals he scores every season which makes him such a special player. Its also due to his knack of scoring the kind of goals which constantly take your breath away and want to watch replays of it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just search his name on Youtube or any other video sharing websites and you'll see tons of videos showcasing his goals. Someone once said about another Arsenal Legend Dennis Bergkamp that "there are many great goalscorers but few scorer of great goals", implying that Bergkamp was the latter (which incidentally, he was). However it would not be an exaggeration to suggest that Henry, was both, i.e. A great goalscorer of great goals. Few would forget the wonderful flick and volleyed goal against Manchester Utd, or the wonderful solo run &amp; goal against Tottenham Hotspur, or the unbelievably cheeky way he turned Carlo Cuducini to score against Chelsea. I could name many others but it would take too long and frankly one cannot deign to appreciate the true beauty of the goals just by reading words of admiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His emergance from a gangly awkward winger from France to a world-class striker has spawned a slew of other players trying to imitate his playing style, all with varying amount of success. How many times have we read or heard rave reviews about young players being compared to Henry. Phrases like "The next Thierry Henry", or "similar to Thierry Henry" appear all too often but it only serves as testament to what a great player he is. The fact is, there will never be another Henry, such is his uniquenes and quality. The way he tore and terrorized defences, the way he graced the soccer pitch, his magnetic close control, the audacious flicks and tricks, the lightning pace and of course the arrogance of a gifted player who knew he was the best made him who he is: A soccer legend in every sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fans know him as a humble person off the pitch, staying out of trouble and being very obliging to autograph seekers. He was a superstar, yet he maintained a low profile and sought only to improve his skills and his game. Opposing fans respected him for the man he is, and feared the man he would become on the pitch. Both opposition fans and players alike acknowledged his skill, his contribution to the footballing world and his craft and genuis left both fans and players in awe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Thierry, for all the great timeless moments which helped shaped the club to what it is today. I have no doubt you'll make an impact for Barcelona. However, given the nature of your exit from the club, and that the club you left to join is Arsenal's European rival, I would be lying if I wished you good luck in your future endeavours, especially in your quest for that elusive european title. I will remember what you did, but will not look forward to what you'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, Arsenal will always remember you as King Henry, one of the greatest players of the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fitting tribute video to Thierry during his time at Arsenal. Not made by me, but its very good.&lt;br /&gt;Thierry Henry: A Arsenal Legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080793315059847666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RoKamdFSUfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-CD7voS4JKA/s320/henry14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080793662952198658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RoKa6tFSUgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GtisStKupNw/s320/kinghenry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RoKa6tFSUgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GtisStKupNw/s1600-h/kinghenry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJSCj1g4Ji0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJSCj1g4Ji0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-991058145690392523?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/991058145690392523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=991058145690392523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/991058145690392523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/991058145690392523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-short-post-cause-i-just-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RoKamdFSUfI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-CD7voS4JKA/s72-c/henry14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-4196411254757447413</id><published>2007-06-20T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T13:08:33.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From the midnight hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Till the break of dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She watches from her tower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even the righteous does some wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever changing like the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She wonders how true a love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Could ever be......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It threatened to rain last night........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of impending rain so refreshing and nostalgic. Magically simple and so pleasant. To me at least. The strong breeze, stronger than usual blowing in my face, but gentle enough to not sting my eyes and the way the trees ruffled in the wind....... relaxing and comforting to this casual observer taking a slow walk alone in the night. Yet somehow, I felt there was something in that scene which was missing. Maybe it was the lack of that special someone whom I could share this scene with. Maybe it was because this tired body of mine needed rest and clouded my enjoyment. Or it could just be that I was thinking about the things I had to do afterwards, the projects and assignments I had to complete. Maybe it was the combination of these 3 factors. Whatever it is, the reality of it all boils down to the fact that we can never be truly free to enjoy the simple things in life. We are caught up with the problems of everyday life, studies and work, conditioned and pressured by all to do something "productive" in every of our waking hour. What happened to the kid in us all? The innocent child knowing nothing but to have as much fun as possible without a care about the future. It is undoubtedly true we all need to study or work in order to have a decent living, that problems are part and parcel of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for a minute though, wouldn't it be nice to forget all of it in order to truly appreciate every single thing and person you love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had my "year 1 reunion" class chalet on Monday. Well, not much of a real reunion actually, only around 1/3 of the class turned up. All of my year 1 clique, with the exception of Wan Yi turned up, and fukin' hell, do I miss those arsewipes. All the way from the poon-dehness of Sean Poon to the &lt;strong&gt;ULTRA&lt;/strong&gt;(and I can't stress this enough)-randomness of Khairul. All of them totally just made the chalet a success. It ain't the number of people who turns up, if the food is good or if the chalet itself is nice that makes a chalet successful. What truly matters is if everyone had a good time. That is something which in itself cannot be priced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm quite sure as hell we all enjoyed the chalet. Of course, I had an added factor which nobody else had that made this chalet all the more enjoyable. Unsurpassed happiness at a mental image captured in my mind. A clue: It has something to do with the preparation of the chalet. Another clue: Ask Darius! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part is something random: I should have been angry today. In fact, I should have been absolutely fuming. Presented with the facts of the scenario which I encountered, anybody would have been furious. Somehow, I just took it in my stride, like this was the most normal thing in the world. Why? I don't really know myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm off to sleep, soccer tomorrow at nyp as usual, hopefully there'll be a good turnout. I leave you with 2 songs from another one of my favorite bands, Oasis. I used to have a good collection of their songs in my desktop before my dear mum reformatted the computer and I lost it all. That was quite some time ago and having lost the ability to download songs, I had no choice but to live with the few Oasis songs which luckily was in my Mp3 and thus not deleted. Hearing their music again during the chalet courtesy of Darius got me hooked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first song is "Songbird"...... a very short song (clocking in at 2:07), a simple song but still excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iUIfxdXTois"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iUIfxdXTois" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second song is Supersonic. Its much faster paced and the lyrics don't make sense at all but I like it all the same. Well, Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOTsS2mplA0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOTsS2mplA0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-4196411254757447413?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/4196411254757447413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=4196411254757447413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4196411254757447413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4196411254757447413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/06/from-midnight-hour-till-break-of-dawn.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-2778928548843925210</id><published>2007-06-10T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:57:32.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Play to the referee's whistle". That's soccer's golden rule and every soccer player knows that....after all the ref controls the game so it would be wise to follow his decisions. There's no point in arguing with a referee once he has made a decision, he just won't change it no matter what you do, so why bother? Well anyway, I played a game for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gooners&lt;/span&gt; yesterday and the opposition we played with didn't observe that rule. In fact, the game was almost abandoned due to their pig-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;headedness&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, the referee is only one man, there are no linesman to help him out, obviously he's going to miss some fouls and infringements here and there. But if he doesn't spot it then its no point stopping the game just to make a point to him is there? Its not as if he's going to pity you and change his mind. Funny thing was, one player from the opposition got sent off(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;, its the first time I played a game where a red card was shown) because he argued with a referee after HIS TEAM SCORED. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dumbass&lt;/span&gt;. Sure, he may have misunderstood what the referee meant when the ref blew to whistle for the goal(thinking the ref disallowed it), but once the ref told him he actually gave them the goal, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;arsewipe&lt;/span&gt; still wasn't happy about it and argued till he got sent off. Stupidity personified. But I guess its expected from them. After all, those cunts support Chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, we won 3-1. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gooners&lt;/span&gt; unbeaten streak continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just got back from work at Labrador Park helping out with Ben and Daniel at a company's family day. The company we work with organizes events such as these for other companies. Its just a one day event and I did something like this for them a few weeks back at the Singapore Science Centre for a different company. The last time was super slack; I was just sitting around watching performances and handing out drinks to the staff redeeming it. This time however, was a completely different story. Initially yes, it was plain sailing and I was put in charge of drinks again. But then the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt; section needed extra hands and in the end I spent a large part of my afternoon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;barbecuing&lt;/span&gt; food like Chicken wings, satay, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;otah&lt;/span&gt;, stingray and corn with Ben and Daniel. It was freaking hot, the fire from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt; warmed the whole place up and even though there was strong sea breeze at one point, it just served to blow hot air into our faces. Tired, dirty and hot(literally and "a-hem" figuratively;D) after the event had ended, we still had to clear up before finally getting the green light to go back. Would I still go and work for them again though? Hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the 2 weeks term break is here, bring much relief to many including myself. For the past 2-3 weeks or so, it has been projects and ICAs so its good to get some time off. Working out, reading (something I haven't been doing), a yr 1 class chalet and a 3 days trip to Malaysia with my poly mates are part of my agenda for these 2 weeks. Erm, yeah, and projects too. But that'll be done without much pressure which would make it so much more enjoyabe to do. And I feel so abnormal writing that last line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a test to see what anime character I was. Apparently I am........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/Rmwcyqzkz-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/dEWq8zozc38/s1600-h/sesshomaru.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074462536949354466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/Rmwcyqzkz-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/dEWq8zozc38/s320/sesshomaru.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76% Sesshomahru. You keep mostly to yourself and do not like large crowds, preferring 2 or 3 close friends at any one time. You display a tough and cold exterior but beneath that exterior lies a gentle side in you. You have absolute confidence in yourself and your abilities. As a result, you always try to do things alone and seldom ask for help. You are very goal oriented and will try to achieve your goals whatever the means. You live life at your own pace and expects the world to conform to your pace too. You do not display too much affection in love, preferring to do the little things rather than be extravagant to let someone know you care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.........true to a certain extent I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna stop here for now. Actually I do have many things I want to write out, but I'm just too tired to write my opinions now. Maybe in the next post. Its time for sleep now.........&lt;br /&gt;But I'll leave you with a cool ballad from one of my favorite power metal bands Hammerfall. The song name is "Always will be". I love their power songs though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JYfhH_667Dc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JYfhH_667Dc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-2778928548843925210?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/2778928548843925210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=2778928548843925210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2778928548843925210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2778928548843925210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/06/play-to-referees-whistle.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/Rmwcyqzkz-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/dEWq8zozc38/s72-c/sesshomaru.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-2353689010659458515</id><published>2007-06-01T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T13:15:45.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Many times I've been a traveller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I looked for something new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In days of old when nights were cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wondered about you........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week passed by just like that. With several projects to be completed, several written ICAs coming up, its hard to find time for some rest and relaxation. International Business, Retail, Customer Relations, Personal Selling &amp; Negotiations skills and Human Resource projects all to be handed up soon. Done CRM &amp;amp; HR already, my part for IB is done so there's just the other 2 modules' project to complete. Not bad for 3 days work, but it could still be better. Honestly though, I'm thankful my tutor for IB won't be around next week so our presentation will be moved to AFTER the holidays. Not looking forward to retail ICA though. Knowing Brenda Lim, she'll most probably come up with some funny stunt or mark very strictly for that ICA, adding stress on us. Her tutorials are known for her grilling the students who go up to present answers for the tutorials. So no doubt that she'll be very stringent with her marks and grade us down for any little mistake we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, tomorrow's gonna be another soocer game for me with the Gooners. Its been quite some time since I've played a match. It'll be a good chance for me to destress and let out all of any stress and frustration onto the soccer field.......in a good way of course, by running my socks off and injecting some determination into my game. Hahaha after all I don't play to break legs......right Paul ;)? Oh, and guess where the game is held? At my all-time favourite location, the superbly easily accessible, well facilitated.........FERNVALE! Never thought I would ever go back there to play but life's just like that eh? Luckily all their games are evening 5pm games, imagine if the match being held at that shit location in the morning........Of course for people like Darius the place is very convenient, so bro, do come down and support me man! Well I know you're busy so most probably you can't but you can just send a representative....... maybe, you know, like your dear sis? Hahaha just kidding la......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol ok anyway enough crap, I'm just going a bit crazy from doing projects which are just about as engaging as Elton John's ass. Interestingly enough there's going to be a elton john 60 years old birthday bash being shown on I forgot what channel. His music ain't too bad, not my cup of tea but still one can sense the quality in the songs. Beats a hell lot of modern musicians at least. Myself, I prefer what us youngsters call the "oldies".....not just any oldies though, but rock songs with real class. Songs like "Stairway to heaven", "Hotel California", "Sweet Child O' mine" and bands like Scorpion, GNR, Led Zepplin, Ozzy Osbourne/Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden etc. I don't know why, but I just can't appreciate modern music, where they focus a lot on technology instead of just pure rock. Poon asked me to listen to Linkin Park but wasn't that impressed after hearing one of their latest songs on MTV. I'm not sure whats missing, maybe the energy which drove these musicians are missing nowadays. Modern artistes cater to the majority as thats is going to be what brings in the cash, whereas in the past, artistes made music to what suited them, regardless whether it be well recieved by the mainstream. Thats what defined that era of rock/metal. That's what I love about the genre of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, I'm gonna leave you with another GNR classic....."November Rain". Its a pretty long song, clocking in at 9minutes 12 seconds but hell its nice. This song will appeal to people who prefer the softer sounds of the piano(played by the brilliant Axl) but it hasn't lost its rock appeal. In fact, this song's guitar Solo is ranked no. 6 in the world's top 100 guitar solos of all time. This is really is no surprise especially when you listen to the last part. Nothing less from Slash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the lyrics carefully too......its melancholically and poignantly beautiful......Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/siBoLc9vxac"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/siBoLc9vxac" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you think that you need somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you think that you need someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everybody needs somebody.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-2353689010659458515?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/2353689010659458515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=2353689010659458515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2353689010659458515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/2353689010659458515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/06/many-times-ive-been-traveller-i-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-6443917378709735787</id><published>2007-05-23T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T11:04:59.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Infinite dreams, I can’t deny them,&lt;br /&gt;Infinity is hard to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t hear those screams,&lt;br /&gt;Even in my wildest dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever mention I'm easily agitated nowadays? Case in point: Last Monday, I was "working" in the Free Access Lab from 6-10. Basically my job is just to shut down all the computers when 945 comes around and well, nothing else really. I actually bothered doing tutorials during that time. I was focused and even serious about it. Then some year 1 arsewipes decided to barge in the lab and make a hell lot of noise. 6-10 pms are usually the time when it is most quiet in the lab, as all the hellraisers are raising hell outside of school. But this irritating group of year 1 idiots, who still study the shit subject POM, spoilt the serenity of the lab. I might not have felt so strongly about assholes like these 1 or 2 years back but in the time that they were in the lab, I had a very strong urge to just whack them.....And I did. I'll leave the details out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger and my inability to control it will only lead to my destruction. After all a cool head is able to solve more problems than a clouded one ever can. I think its just a phase though and it'll pass soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's never been more monotonous. Once again, I rant on and on about the 6 freaking "marketing" modules we've been made to take. You know the worst lecture of all? Its gotta be that Marketing Research lecture by Pang Ching Chong or PCC in short. Its damn dull, he just reads from the slides and after the first lecture, I made it a point to self study for that subject and never attend another of his lecture, lest I lose all faith in the subject itself. I heard he's actually not that bad during tutorials. Frankly, I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you know what? I realise I'm quite a negative person nowadays eh. Just a reflection of my current mood of boredom I guess. I need something new in my life! To spice things up. To make me look forward to waking up in the morning. Hmm.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to answer some people, the pills I'm talking about in the last post are sleeping pills. I'm quite dependent on them to get some zzzzz. Started taking them quite some time ago actually but forcing myself to cut down nowadays. And also, no, i'm not in any serious relationship right now. Vanessa has got her own life to lead so stop bugging me to bug her. I'm just keeping my options open for now alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats all for today. I leave you with the Video of "Don't Cry" by Gun's N Roses. Classic and superbly sublime rock ballad. What can I say, they do after all have the best rock guitarist(in my opinion) in the world, in terms of guitar techniques and skill as well as personality and style. SLASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the vid......the lyrics are cool too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ns59Bmqpms"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ns59Bmqpms" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-6443917378709735787?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/6443917378709735787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=6443917378709735787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6443917378709735787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6443917378709735787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/05/infinite-dreams-i-cant-deny-them.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-7856979894155243630</id><published>2007-05-09T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T09:42:46.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there was one&lt;br /&gt;Just one wish&lt;br /&gt;That could be granted&lt;br /&gt;What would i wish for? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past weekend proved interesting to us soccer fanatics, as it more or less concluded the EPL season with the crowning of Man Utd as the champions. It was a weekend where the color of passion, RED, beat the color of serenity, blue. When the blue half of Manchester failed to stop the red half, it was up to the blue half of London(Chelsea) to beat the Red half and pride of london(Arsenal). Sadly, for the blues, it was not to be for them. Still, kudos to both teams for making the title race this season that much more interesting than the previous 2 seasons. Unfortunately for both of them, this will be the last time they're ever going to win the title cause Arsenal gonna sweep the competition away in the following years to come. So enjoy it while it lasts suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I played for the Gooners Fc again last Sunday. At a public field outside Fernvale Primary School. Fernvale. Never heard of it? Its actually a LRT stop. Still doesn't ring any bells? FER-N-VA-LE! Its near Sengkang. No? Nothing comes to mind? Well I don't blame you for not knowing where this isolated place is. In fact, the next 3 LRT stops after Fernvale is not even open(Thangamm,Farmway and Cheng Lim--&gt;wtf LRT names are these?). To me it was like a little town, all by its own seperated from Singapore with a modest population of maybe around 67. Just goes to show you that despite how small we are compared to the rest of the world, we just aren't as small as they/we think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually a great place in the evening, cooling, with not much infrastructure to speak of and little or no traffic at all. A good place to go kite flying or have a picnic under the stars or something like that. Or just to walk around the area with your other half in the night, then surprising her with a bouquet of flowers you hid at a predestined spot and feeding her chocolates under the stars. Blah blah blah, seems like its the same thing I say everytime. It has no meaning to any but one. So just ignore this last paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, we won the match 2-0. I love winnning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appeal of school is lost, where I'm locked in my own world, drifting in and out of tutorials and lectures like a phantom, just getting through this last phase of poly life. My enthusiasm for school is at an all time low. Marks aren't important to me anymore, thanks to the abominable marking system of TEP. Even if I score all distinctions this semester, where can it bring my GPA up to? I'm looking to start a new career path actually, I think business ain't the right path for me. All along I wanted to be in Mass Communication but the closest I ever got to it was through Vanessa. After my poly life I'll most probably get into that industry though, and work my way up. After all, I know I have the talent, and I certainly have the passion for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well soccer tomorrow as usual. Today Sebastian asked me why I didn't arrange any matches for my own team anymore. Wanted to tell him "cause we suck worse than Leeds Utd" but then Melvin was around so I just used him and his "permanent" ankle injury as an excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get some precious sleep. Haven't been sleeping well lately. I need my pills to sleep or I'll get too restless. But trying to kick the addiction is harder than expected. Mind over matter though......whether I think can or I can't, I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its hard to take it all in. For all the time we spent together means nothing now. Its truly over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If we become memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Even memoires cannot contend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;With the warmth from your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So a wistful sigh unerringly welled forth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May it take flight and go so far that it reaches you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-7856979894155243630?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/7856979894155243630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=7856979894155243630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7856979894155243630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/7856979894155243630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-there-was-one-just-one-wish-that.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-4215885305207460352</id><published>2007-05-01T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T07:22:27.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Passion, the one thing needed if you wish to have any measure of success. What is talent without passion driving it on? So screw the people who are half hearted. Acting like a prima donna, coming only for the games and totally neglecting the fucking fact that without training, without the understanding, the game of soccer cannot be played. The world's top soccer stars can gather for a game but they will be no match for a TEAM. Individual skills can only get you so far in a game meant for 11 people. I've had enough of this shit. Organising all this shit every time is a waste of my SMS and a fucking waste of my time. People who don't even bother to fucking reply a simple fucking YES or NO but leave it hanging in the air. I'm no sucker, i'm not going to do all the dirty work just for you jackasses to make it dirtier and harder for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time for a new start, hopefully a new team with the Gooners Fc. There's nothing better than to know that I'm playing for a team representing the football club which I support. It just gives me that extra edge to put in that extra 10 or 20 percent when I play and even when my lungs are bursting and my legs are hurting, I just go on till finally, the restraints of the human body catches up. Still, its fucking cool to be able to play a game with a organised team, a team which shares the same passion for both the game and the club. There's going to be another game with them this Sunday, I just can't wait for it and I'm going to train myself up for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a bit hot headed these days. Where I used to merely smile and get on with life when things did not go my way, I now face it head on and let my anger get the best of me. I'm losing my patience. With a lot of things. I'm just waiting, waiting for the right time to finally unleash all the pent-up fury in me on some poor unsuspecting fool who crosses me. Actually I have no idea why I'm like this nowadays, I guess the line has been crossed, where my patience has just run out. I'm trying my best to control, to keep my cool and sanity so that it won't get me into any sort of trouble. Ahh...whatever man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started. What do I feel about it? Nothing actually. I'll just treat it like its TEP all over again and won't give much thought about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats about all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-4215885305207460352?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4215885305207460352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4215885305207460352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/05/passion-one-thing-needed-if-you-wish-to.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-3895607576004820539.post-4078769277181602618</id><published>2007-04-19T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:56:41.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The wise man said just raise your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And reach out for the spell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Find the door to the promised land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just believe in yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I think I've come down with a cold. At a very inconvenient time I might add, seeing as I have a soccer game this Sunday. It came about from the swimming on Wednesday where I'm sure some f***ing inconsiderate cunt must have gone into the pool while he/she was sick and spread the virus to me and a few other unsuspecting people using the pool. Nonetheless I picked myself up for a jog yesterday and the fresh morning sure did me some good. Nothing like smelling the fresh morning air, the smell of the raw grass oh so sweet.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I hope I'll be ok by Sunday.........and that it won't bloody rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of rain, anyone noticed that normally, this isn't the time for Singapore to rain? That it should be sunny and bright and very very hot? No? Global Warming my friends, global freaking warming. The climates all gone really crazy, crazier than a homophobic left alone in a New Urban Male store. So lets all do our part to stop hurting our environment, after all, you only get what you give so if you give mother nature shit, then mother nature's gonna shit back on you.......liquified shit guised in the form of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway big news in the form of the Virginia tech shooting. I'm not gonna delve into the incidents and how it happened. For me, this incident served to only highlight 2 important points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st point would be the freedom to bear arms which America gives to its citizens. I mean, what kind of ruling is that? Guns are sold freely and without qualms to anybody on the street. Their logic? Buy guns to protect themselves. My logic? Ban guns from ordinary people on the street and you'll have much less to protect against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the scenario: You are in an dark lonely alleyway in the night and a masked robber approaches you with a gun. Despite the fact that you deserve to be robbed blind for being in such a desolate area at such a time in the first place, you pull out a gun which you bought to defend yourself. He panics and shoots you. You panic and shoot him back. Both of you end up dead from excessive bleeding to the head and both your lifeless corpses are found 8 days later by a blind lady who smelt your rotting corpse from 5 blocks away. Up in heaven, god tells you that if you hadn't taken out the gun, you would have just lost the $50 in your wallet and a $45.50 imitation rolex watch instead of losing your life and the chance to see your grandson become the president of Microsoft. God then proceeds to send you to hell to burn for eternity because you killed that robber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.........is that really what you want? Moral of the story, its useless to fight fire with fire. If you don't start the fire in the first place, then there won't be anything to fight now will there? Ban the f***ing guns for peace sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'll touch on the issues of EMO. Yes yes, its a popular trend to be very very Emotional nowadays. After all, mainstream media has made it such that being EMO is cool, all thanks to emo punk bands like Green Day. Details have emerged that the killer, a south korean american citizen was very disturbed, dark, didn't talk much and to put it in a nutshell, a depressed EMO kid. Details are also emerging that its because of a girl that made him crack and shoot all those innocent people. Well, you know what, I don't pity that Cho guy or something. In fact, f*** him. How bad was his life for you to murder so many people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This EMO issue was tackled in the newspaper sometime back(where teens slash themselves etc.) and here's my thoughts on EMO-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the EMO people and teens out there.............Is your life as bad as it seems? Grow some eyes and ears, see and listen to how many people are dying from starvation and other diseases in the less privelaged countries. You think your life sucks? Guess what, 1/3 of the people in the world would gladly be in your shoes. Sure, life can get a little rough and confusing at times, and yes there are many things you wish you could change but lets face reality here people, if you can change your life and if you want to, you most probably already would have. But the fact is you can't so just live with it. You like to cut yourself? Here's an alternative, go to the blood donation centre and ask them to stick a f***ing needle in you. And you don't even have to clean up any blood cause there won't be a mess! If you think you're too ugly and have overlarge ears or overlarge chests(for men), you're probably right but still is that a reason for you to hate yourself and be depressed? Some people have perfect looking ears, but they are deaf and can't hear the melody of a piano or the energetic sounds of an electric guitar. So stop complaining about your life. There are tons of other people whose life are worse off. If you think your life has no meaning and have no direction, just get a copy of the newspaper and read about how in some other countries, both natural and man made disasters have REALLY torn people's life apart. Maybe then you'll think twice and stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think this was a pretty long post. Mainly full of negative stuff though but hell those are facts man. So in view of that, I'll like to end this post with a short clip from one of my favourite comedies "Family Guy" just to lighten the mood of this post. Hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/147997/family_guy.swf" width="400" height="345" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha do you think cows like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The wise man said just find your place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the eye of the storm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seek the roses along the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just beware of the Thorns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hear this voice from deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the call of your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Close you're eyes and you will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The way out of the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-4078769277181602618?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/4078769277181602618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=4078769277181602618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4078769277181602618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4078769277181602618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/04/wise-man-said-just-raise-your-hand-and.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-2111218101995815020</id><published>2007-04-16T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T10:08:41.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't explain my actions&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't want to lie&lt;br /&gt;Hurting you was never my intention&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want any misunderstandings&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;Truly I am&lt;br /&gt;For what its worth,&lt;br /&gt;This post is for you&lt;br /&gt;You're still the sweetest......V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my all time favourite songs&lt;br /&gt;Its a classic from phil collins&lt;br /&gt;The tune, the melody and the lyrics are all melancholicly beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Sd0W1RyMnE"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Sd0W1RyMnE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said....this post is for you&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me soon eh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-2111218101995815020?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-6054868108284135843</id><published>2007-04-08T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T09:53:21.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;But when the night is falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you cannot find the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you feel your dreams are dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just hold tight...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I fufilled one of the goals which I set for myself. That is, to play mahjong with my &lt;em&gt;Ah-Ma&lt;/em&gt;. From the day I was born, I constantly marvelled at the way my grandmother played, a mixture of quick thinking, keen observation and of course with that tinge of luck. 18 or so years later and she's a little slower, a little less alert but still just as lucky. As I had only recently learnt this game and was playing with people who had years and years of experience, coming out of the game with my wallet remaining the same was a miracle in itself. My aunty was the only one who lost and the only winner in the game was ("surprise surprise") my grandmother...........It was great to finally be able to have something which my grandmother and I can connect in. Language barriers(she speaks teochew, I only speak English) have severly restricted our topics of conversation and I don't really get to grow closer to my grandma. Though its only a game, it still is something which at least we have in common and can talk about the game itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to my very very adorable niece Jamie's birthday party. She's 1 years old!!!! The food there was very good, one of the best catered food I've eaten in a while. The cake was equally good. Jamie wasn't in a very good mood however, she was smiling and laughing when I got there but by the time I left, she was crying. Maybe she doesn't like crowds or she's too tired. Whatever it is, I just can't wait to be a father myself. I really think there's nothing better than starting a family and taking care of your children with the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok........I think I'm being slightly sentimental today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there such a thing as destiny? Are we all able to choose what we can become, or is it all pre-destined? This age old question, yet to be answered, and will go unanswered till the time you meet your creator. I however believe that we are all given choices and from there we "create" our destiny. For example, there's no such thing as "if fate allows it, we'll be together one day". That's a famous line for rejecting someone. If that person doesn't want to be with the rejected party, they can meet up everyday and there'll still be no relationship between the 2. Thats not fate, that's just the choice of the so called "rejectee". But nonetheless, we all should be thankful if there's no such thing as destiny. It would be sad to be destined for failure, and frankly it'll be unfair too. I feel sorry for the one who, no matter what he/she does, will fail. Even the handicapped, have a choice to live their life to the fullest, they can suceed, while many of us healthy beings fail. If there's such a thing as destiny, then the handicapped should be destined to fail right? After all, the purpose of the handicap is to hinder them and "stop" them from succeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope everything will turn out good for you. Just a reminder that i'm always here if you need me....just ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm rambling on and on. Will stop here for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when the night is falling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you cannot find a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you feel your tree is breaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just bend...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-6054868108284135843?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/6054868108284135843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=6054868108284135843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6054868108284135843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/6054868108284135843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/04/but-when-night-is-falling-and-you.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-3200096643730895341</id><published>2007-04-05T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T00:54:23.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="bgcolor=#000000&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_62BEF7F2.jpeg&amp;amp;c1=&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_1D1068AF.jpeg&amp;amp;c2=&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6E5372F4.jpeg&amp;amp;c3=&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_57EDBD35.jpeg&amp;amp;c4=&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;amp;c5=&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;amp;c6=&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7B262CE4.jpeg&amp;amp;c7=&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_75EB3440.jpeg&amp;amp;c8=&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-39EF8686.jpeg&amp;amp;c9=&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_3124B621.jpeg&amp;amp;c10=&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_494EB337.jpeg&amp;amp;c11=&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4438A7CD.jpeg&amp;amp;c12=&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1B4C950E.jpeg&amp;amp;c13=&amp;moodlabel=DREAMER&amp;amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=THRILLER&amp;amp;habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&amp;uid=179932-9408&amp;amp;srv=iwebhd6" bgcolor="#000000" quality="best" enablejavascript="false" allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=179932-9408&amp;srv=iwebhd6"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;"&gt;™&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/"&gt;Get your own VisualDNA™&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw it on Jen's blog, thought it was kinda cool and decided to try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway......&lt;br /&gt;Emrs Chalet is over&lt;br /&gt;I had fun&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I'm broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting Vanessa soon&lt;br /&gt;So will update some other time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-3200096643730895341?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/3200096643730895341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=3200096643730895341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/3200096643730895341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/3200096643730895341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/04/read-my-visualdna-get-your-own.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-919836135003244426</id><published>2007-03-30T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T12:09:35.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been looking too hard, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been waiting too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I don't know what I will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I only know it's a matter of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a long while I update. Lots of things have happened between the last post and this post. I can't remember all of it and frankly even if I did remember, I'll be too lazy to write it all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Wednesday marked the end of EMRS and TEP for me. I'm still critical of TEP, I'm still critical of the grading system of TEP and I'm still not in favour of TEP. But what I can't deny, is that during TEP, you make a hell lot of new friends. People you casually knew or didn't even know existed before would become your friend. Moral of the story, boredom brings restless young people like us together. Team 2 and Team 3 is a group by itself, working and having fun together(more of the latter). It was a super fun having you all as teamates and getting to know you all better as friends. So cheers to all, Alex, Ben, Denyse, Ee Wen, Jasmine, Jean, Jun Wen, Li Qin, Pamela, Xue Li and lastly, Wen Hui. Not forgetting the DBI students who were with us for quite some time, Ian, Soon Poh and Qi Qi. As well as "ban luck" leader Shaun and the other people from the rest of the teams. Playing Ping-pong, badminton, monopoly, "ban-luck", the recent new game "texas poker", the old school computer game PUZZLE FIGHTER as well as a whole lot of new stuff we invented to cure our boredom. I look forward to next week's EMRS chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the last day of EMRS, we all had an interesting discussion on the supernatural, the paranormal and to put it in a nutshell, ghostly happenings. Interesting stuff, apparently almost everybody believes in these kind of stuff. Found out about some burnt down house very near Cineleisure which I never knew about. Supposed to be haunted and according to Alex who went there before, there were some, unatural going ons. So me being the sceptic that I am, decided to go check it out on that very day. Met up with Zainal, Jen, Daryl, David and Pussy Ho Teng Fung after dinner with my EMRS mates and brought them to the house. First time we went there, Melvin as well as both Jen and Daryl(my cousin, can you believe it), chickened out and David didn't want to go explore the house with an odd number of people. So we abandoned the plan and went to wait for Jason Lee Pin Pin to finish his work so that we could hang out for awhile at Starbucks. Now, despite the weird name Pin Pin, Jason was damn curious to see and explore the house also. So off we went, once again, to check out the burnt down house. Admittedly, the place looks kind of spooky, its really dark with no lightning and you have to walk a very &lt;em&gt;ulu&lt;/em&gt; trail before reaching the place. The house was really in a terrible state, went inside and had to be careful not to fall through and holes in the flooring. Unfortunately(or fortunately), there wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Whole experience was quite normal, akin to checking out some piece of history of Singapore. We couldn't find the tombstones that were supposed to be behind the house though. Wonder where it was.........anyway did some research on the net and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spi.com.sg/haunted/haunted_houses/soong_sis_houses.htm"&gt;http://www.spi.com.sg/haunted/haunted_houses/soong_sis_houses.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the house we visited. Lol, have a good read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I for one do not believe in such things as ghosts. However, I do believe in Demons and the Devil Satan, and because I was brought up in a Christian household, I also have a reasoning for all these "ghosts". I think its actually the Devil playing on your fears and Satan using your fear as a tool against you. Now what I say may not sit well with some of you, but hell, these are my beliefs. So ya, now you know why I am such a sceptic of things like ghosts. Oh yeah, of course black magic I believe in. If you invite demons into your life by playing with things like Ouija boards or praticing black magic, then yeah, you're bloody asking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its a nice 1 month holiday for me now. What shall I do? Should I look for a part time job to earn some cash? Maybe I should just stay at home and grow lots of fats. Maybe even turn into a full time geek playing Dota everyday and calling people online noobs. Lol, actually my plan would be to turn into a fit machine by the end of the holidays. After playing a soccer match last Sunday, I realised that I'm no longer as fit as I once was. I used to be able to run up and down the field without any problems but lately, due to TEP, where eating and sitting around doing no physical exercise is second nature to you, I have turned into quite a bit of a Peter Griffin/Homer Simpson/Ahmad "Pepe" Farid. So to correct this, I am going to work out like never before. Hopefully you'll see a much fitter me when the semester starts. In fact, I wanted to shave my head so that it would have been cooler to exercise but various people advised me against it. Final word came from Vanessa though, who almost choked on her roti prata and started laughing uncontrallably when I told her about my plans to shave my head. Not surprisingly, she didn't want me to do it, seeing as how I'll be going to have to shave my head when I go into the army in a year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not good looking, not handsome, not athletic, my studies aren't that good, I'm not rich, I'm not charming, I'm arrogant, impulsive and still care a lot for another girl. Overall, I'm way below the standards of th manye guys who are chasing you. So what exactly do you see in me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: I see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your 3 simple words. Such an unexpected answer. But I understand what you mean.......&lt;br /&gt;You're a sweet sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that about concludes this rather lengthy post. Will update after the EMRS chalet......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maybe I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Won't you tell me if I'm taking too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This heart of mine has been hurt before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This time I wanna be sure........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-919836135003244426?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/919836135003244426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=919836135003244426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/919836135003244426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/919836135003244426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-long-ive-been-looking-too-hard-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-1685383817843909355</id><published>2007-03-15T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T09:55:23.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Took some colour test which I came across on "taka michinoku and funaki's blog". Basically you choose the colour that you like the most to the least in order. Here are the relatively accurate results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your First Pairing: What You Want and How You Get It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two colors you selected make up your first pairing. According to Luscher, these are the colors that you're most drawn to. The order of your selections here are particularly significant. The first color you choose represents the method you rely on to achieve your goals. The second color represents what your actual goal is. As a pair, these first two colors signify your dreams and the methods you employ to make them a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose Black first and Blue second. This means you long to be left in peace. You're suffering from the adverse effects of the aspects of your life that you're currently rejecting (which are revealed in your fourth pairing). Out of all test-takers, 2.75% select these two colors in the first and second positions.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I like peace in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Second Pairing: How You're Coping Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third and forth color you chose comprise your second pairing. Luscher believed that your second pairing represents your present set of circumstances and how you are responding to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red/Green is your second pairing. In relation to what's going on in your life, you're in a position of authority, and you fear that further progress will be hampered by existing obstacles. Nevertheless, you persevere. Among others who take this test, 3.10% chose this color combination in the third and forth positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I really in a position of authourity? Hmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Third Pairing: What You Have in Reserve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your third pairing is based on the fifth and sixth colors you picked. Luscher believed these are the colors you're indifferent to; you neither prefer them nor reject them. The colors in this pairing represent the behaviors that you're repressing. It's also possible you may not be choosing them because you feel they'd be inappropriate. Once your situation changes, you could draw on these behaviors as you see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your third pairing is Brown/Gray. According to Luscher's theories, this indicates that you're holding back to avoid conflict. You're willing to become emotionally attached, and you're also able to achieve physical satisfaction from your sex life. 1.96% of test takers share this combination for the fifth and sixth positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool stuff. Apparently i'm a man of peace with emotional stability and I'm good in bed. Lol. The perfect guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you're a negative person and want to put it in a negative way, I'm a horny, emo coward. But of course I'm the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Fourth Pairing: What You're Rejecting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final two colors you selected make up your highly significant fourth pairing. According to Luscher's theories, these are the colors you are rejecting, which means you're turning away from the qualities they represent. These colors represent a need that you're repressing due to your life situation. Luscher believed that the colors you like the least reveal the most about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow/Violet is your fourth and final pairing. This means you're suppressing your enthusiasm and imagination because you fear that it will lead you to whimsical pursuits. You've felt misled or abused in the past, and because of this you're withdrawn and aloof. You watch others closely to make sure they're trustworthy, which can easily lead you down the path of suspicion. Among other test-takers, 4.36% share this color combination in the seventh and eighth positions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, I do have a overactive imagination. Whimsical pursuits? Like romanticizing every action towards my love interest? Hahaha but no doubt I AM very withdrawn and aloof most of the times.  And yes, I do have a rather suspicious nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END OF TEST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-1685383817843909355?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/1685383817843909355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=1685383817843909355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/1685383817843909355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/1685383817843909355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/03/took-some-colour-test-which-i-came.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-4771603514598010590</id><published>2007-03-15T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T05:08:32.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought that I'd be all you need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your eyes I thought I saw my heaven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now my heavens gone away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm out in the cold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the start of a very uncharacteristic EMO day for me. Was just feeling very very down somehow, something weighing down on me. Its as if you felt something was not right, and that you have a very bad feeling about something which you do not know and cannot explain. But after I thought about it, I came to the conclusion that the cause of this could be down to a very restless night for me, where I had 5 vivid and not so pleasant dreams, all in that 1 night. One of those dreams/nightmare, I still remember the contents quite clearly. What made it memorable and downright depressing was that though it may just be a dream, the contents of it may very well turn into reality sooner or later, and what anguish I felt then was just a fraction of what I'll feel when it finally does happen. I never actually knew that it would hurt so much. The rainy weather just adds to this damned melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, a good but wallet-slimming date later, and I'm almost back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A difficult question posed. Die beautifully, or Live ugly? Or in other words, would you rather die in grace, or live in shame? Be a soldier who sacrifices his life for the country, or be the government who sacrifices the soldiers for his petty gains? Note that, when you choose, you must take religion out of the equation, for then the true brain wrecking choice confronts us. We are after all, only human. We tell people we believe in glory and honour, but in truth, we live by corruption and lies. How many, amongst us, would die for whats right? How many would instead, choose to live as a coward, but live in riches nonetheless? The answer may seem obvious now. Choose the glorified path and die in honour. But let us see what your answer may be, when you are really standing at the crossroads. Are you willing to give up everything that you have lived for, by dying for them as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you I was EMO........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm starting to believe the thing about having luck in gambling equating to having no luck at all in love. Or maybe I just don't have any luck in both. Love wise, think of Stacy, Vanessa and of course.......... Somehow I just don't seem to have the chance to meet the right girl at all. Sad la, being a victim of my circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'll end this blog post by explaining my blog address and what it means. The Kiss Of Judas, is basically the epitome of BETRAYAL and is used to characterize the word itself. Many know who Judas is but for those of you who don't, Judas was the person who ultimately betrayed Jesus to the Romans, by identifying him with a kiss on the cheek, as was their form of greeting in the past. That is why, it is widely know that while Judas is the betrayer, his kiss represents and characterize the word Betrayal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I choose such a address? To be honest, I have no idea whatsoever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who put the clouds around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who tore my pride apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Could break my heart in pieces........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who made my sun go down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-4771603514598010590?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/4771603514598010590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=4771603514598010590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4771603514598010590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/4771603514598010590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-thought-that-id-be-all-you-need-in.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-5695900838853577565</id><published>2007-03-10T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:57:33.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know I never meant to see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I only passed by as a friend....yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All this time I stayed out of sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I started wondering why........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a good day for me. Hahaha, I don't know why, but I was incredibly lucky in "ban luck" that day. And I mean INCREDIBLY. I don't know how much I won that day but Li Qin estimated the amount to be around $50+? Seeing as how all bets were $0.50-$1(with the exception of Shaun), and that only around 6 people played, you can imagine how much luck I had to actually win that amount. Oh if you haven't deduced it by now, I was the banker. Everybody lost to me. Not 1 broke even. And I wore all black too. I admit, I'm rather lucky in gambling this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been quite some time since I stayed at a hotel/resort but thats mainly due to the lack of time to go for a good and nice proper holiday overseas. So it was nice to finally relax and spend the night at a Ubin resort this past friday with Vanessa, courtesy of her dad. Actually I didn't know anything about this, my intentions were just to have dinner with her and catch up with her. It was a fun evening spent with her, enjoying the facilities at the resort and the best part was walking around with her in the night enjoying the sea breeze and talking, joking, laughing, teasing each other as usual. Man, sometimes I just wish these things could last, and that we needn't worry about mundane things like money....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my lifelong dream to actually wear a nice trenchcoat. Not in Singapore of course, that'll just make me the laughing stock of everyone if I do that. But in some european countries, where there is winter, I would just love to wear a trenchcoat. I find it damn cool la. Especially if you can carry the look off. The pic below illustrate the kick ass effect of wearing a good trenchcoat. Of course, one can argue that the pic make him look better in trenchcoats than it really is. But still its my dream to try on one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gambit                &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RfOidm8oyrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/i0nvud-O-2Q/s1600-h/Gambit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040551037512501938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RfOidm8oyrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/i0nvud-O-2Q/s320/Gambit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so thats about all for this entry. This following week I have 3 days block leave so its time for me to go enjoy myself a little.....sweet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause I know, I know I never meant to cause you no pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I realize I let you down.....ohhh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I know in my heart of hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I'm never gonna hold you again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-5695900838853577565?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/5695900838853577565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=5695900838853577565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/5695900838853577565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/5695900838853577565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-know-i-never-meant-to-see-you-again.html' title=''/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pZO9FFpERno/RfOidm8oyrI/AAAAAAAAAAk/i0nvud-O-2Q/s72-c/Gambit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-8034266370627556743</id><published>2007-03-08T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T05:57:21.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Come home with your shield or ON it!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I've took it farther on the outside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've took it nearly to the brink &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you've seen me on the outside &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You would have barely seen me breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in some time. CNY is already over. I think I kind of made money during the gambling sessions. I LEARNT MAHJONG! Finally, I can play with my grandma mahjong. I worked for $7 ph for opening a door at Suntec, Arsenal crashed out of all cup competitions and are facing a trophy-less season, I am getting lazier and well, other than that, everything is still normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update on what's been happening here in EMRS. Ms. Soh gave us the task of preparing for a external roadshow, so we had to do telemarketing, research, sourcing for suppliers etc. And after all that, guess what she told us today? MSC would be conducting their big stock counting from March 16-March 30 so we can't do that external roadshow. But it is without a doubt in my mind that right from the start, she knew we would not be doing the external roadshow and she just wanted us to give us something to do. I mean, its quite hard to forget or ignore a such a major event like the MSC stock counting and she must have known from very early on when this was going to be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we have to help them build up a good database of suppliers and this time i've been grouped with ben in charge of healthcare. Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, anyway, it just gives us more time to slack............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch the movie 300 today. Went "illegally" during TEP hours. Actual plan was to catch the 1130 movie at Northpoint but cause of some delays during the meeting we left NYP only at 1130 and arrived 10 min after the movie had started, despite cabbing down. Slacked around at Northpoint, playing some arcade games before catching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for my very own movie review. First of all, for those who don't know what 300 is about, its set in ancient times, when Persia was a huge empire who went around conquering lands. So when they decide to try and take over the Sparta(a part of greece), the Spartan king decides to defend against their massive force with a mere legion of 300 of his best troops. By doing this, he is going against the Spartan law as the consul of sparta does not agree with his decision. That is why he has only 300 men instead of the full force of the spartan army. So basically this movie is about how they try to defend their country in a narrow valley which leads to their country. Meanwhile, the queen of sparta has to battle corruption in the consul while trying to convince them to send their full army to aid he husband, the king, in battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plot of the story ain't too bad, its actually a true historical event which was illustrated into a comic which was then adapted into this movie. The fight scenes concentrated on mainly the CGI effects, slow mo-fast mo kind of action. This kind of action scenes are nice but too much of it and it gets slightly tiresome after a while. I prefer those fast paced sword fighting which gets your heart thumping like LOTR. So ya, overall i'll give it 4 stars out of 5, for everything else in that movie is quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been ranting about in my past few posts in my old blog but I'm still going to rant about it here. THE MARKING SYSTEM OF TEP IS SCREWED UP! So don't beat yourself up too much, cause thats the way TEP works, with the supervisors more biased towards some students and more biased against others. Sucks to know that we're paying school fees for this shit though. It ain't much but I hope the chocolates cheered you up somewhat......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway will end here now........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if I meet you out tonight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you be loving me forever &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's always over after the night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's always colder after the night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I broke through the ice &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She won't be coming to me ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a year and a night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895607576004820539-8034266370627556743?l=kissofjudas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/feeds/8034266370627556743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895607576004820539&amp;postID=8034266370627556743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8034266370627556743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895607576004820539/posts/default/8034266370627556743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kissofjudas.blogspot.com/2007/03/come-home-with-your-shield-or-on-it.html' title='&quot;Come home with your shield or ON it!&quot;'/><author><name>NT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00818350647805045214</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895607576004820539.post-7725115823362654791</id><published>2007-03-07T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T06:35:40.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, new blog address. Going to keep the layout simple. Just the way I like it. 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