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Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/njwvIPJlPN0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-3245619934017329457</id><published>2011-05-19T21:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:21:23.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Le toi du moi (The you of me)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zL4kG0_VGns" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Le toi du moi&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis ton pile    | I am your tail&lt;br /&gt;Tu es mon face    | You are my face&lt;br /&gt;Toi mon nombril   | You my navel&lt;br /&gt;Et moi ta glace   | And I your mirror&lt;br /&gt;Tu es l'envie et moi le geste |  You are the envy/desire and I am the gesture&lt;br /&gt;Toi le citron et moi le zeste | You the lemon and I the peel&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le thé, tu es la tasse | I am the tea and you are the cup&lt;br /&gt;Toi la guitare et moi la basse | You the guitar and I the bass&lt;br /&gt;Je suis la pluie et tu es mes gouttes | I am the rain and you are my drops&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le oui et moi le doute  | You are the "yes" and I the doubt&lt;br /&gt;T'es le bouquet je suis les fleurs | You are the bouquet and I am the flowers&lt;br /&gt;Tu es l'aorte et moi le Coeur  | You are the aorta and I am the heart&lt;br /&gt;Toi t'es l'instant moi le Bonheur  | You are the instant and I the happiness&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le verre je suis le vin | You are the glass and I am the wine&lt;br /&gt;Toi tu es l'herbe et moi le joint | You are the herb (marijuana) and I the joint&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le vent j'suis la rafale  | You are the wind and I am the gust&lt;br /&gt;Toi la raquette et moi la balle  | You the racket and I the ball&lt;br /&gt;T'es le jouet et moi l'enfant  | You are the toy and I the child&lt;br /&gt;T'es le vieillard et moi le temps  | You are the old man and I the time&lt;br /&gt;Je suis l'iris tu es la pupille  | I am the iris and you are the pupil&lt;br /&gt;Je suis l'épice toi la papille  | I am the spice and you the taste buds&lt;br /&gt;Toi l'eau qui vient et moi la bouche  | You are just water and I the mouth&lt;br /&gt;Toi l'aube et moi le ciel qui s'couche  | You the sunrise and I the sunset&lt;br /&gt;T'es le vicaire et moi l'ivresse  | You are the vicar and I the drunk&lt;br /&gt;T'es le mensonge moi la paresse  | You are the lie and I the laziness&lt;br /&gt;T'es le guépard moi la vitesse  | You are the cheetah and I the speed&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la main moi la caresse  | You are the hand and I the touch/caress&lt;br /&gt;Je suis l'enfer de ta pécheresse  | I am the hell of your sin&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le Ciel moi la Terre, hum  | You are the sky I the earth, hum&lt;br /&gt;Je suis l'oreille de ta musique  | I am the ear of your music&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le soleil de tes tropiques  | I am the sun of your tropics&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le tabac de ta pipe  | I am the tobacco of your pipe&lt;br /&gt;T'es le plaisir je suis la foudre  | You are the pleasure I the lightning&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la gamme et moi la note  | You are the octave I the note&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la flamme moi l'allumette  | You are the flame and I the match&lt;br /&gt;T'es la chaleur j'suis la paresse  | You are the heat and I the laziness&lt;br /&gt;T'es la torpeur et moi la sieste  | You are lethargy I the nap&lt;br /&gt;T'es la fraîcheur et moi l'averse  | You are the cool and I the rain&lt;br /&gt;Tu es les fesses je suis la chaise  | You are the ass and I the chair&lt;br /&gt;Tu es bémol et moi j'suis dièse  | You are flat and I am sharp&lt;br /&gt;T'es le Laurel de mon Hardy  | You are the Laurel of my Hardy&lt;br /&gt;T'es le plaisir de mon soupir  | You are the pleasure of my breath&lt;br /&gt;T'es la moustache de mon Trotski | You are the mustache of my Trotsky&lt;br /&gt;T'es tous les éclats de mon rire  | You are all the pieces of my laughter&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le chant de ma sirène  | You are the song of my siren&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le sang et moi la veine  | You are the blood and I the vein&lt;br /&gt;T'es le jamais de mon toujours  | You are the never of my forever&lt;br /&gt;T'es mon amour t'es mon amour | You are my love you are my love&lt;br /&gt;Je suis ton pile  |  I am your tail&lt;br /&gt;Toi mon face   | You are my face&lt;br /&gt;Toi mon nombril  |  You are my navel&lt;br /&gt;Et moi ta glace  |  And I your mirror&lt;br /&gt;Tu es l'envie et moi le geste  | You are the envy/desire and I am the gesture&lt;br /&gt;T'es le citron et moi le zeste  | You the lemon and I the peel&lt;br /&gt;Je suis le thé, tu es la tasse  | I am the tea and you are the cup&lt;br /&gt;Toi la putain et moi la passé  | You are the whore and I the come on (pass)&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la tombée moi l'épitaphe  | You are the tombstone and I the epitaph&lt;br /&gt;Et toi le texte, moi le paragraphe  | You are the text and I the paragraph&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le lapsus et moi la gaffe  | You are the bloopers and I the blunder&lt;br /&gt;Toi l'élégance et moi la grâce  | You are the bloopers and I the blunder&lt;br /&gt;Tu es l'effet et moi la cause  | You are the effect and I the cause&lt;br /&gt;Toi le divan moi la névrose  | You are the sofa and I the mental disorder&lt;br /&gt;Toi l'épine moi la rose   | You the thorn and I the rose&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la tristesse moi le poète  | You are the sadness and I the poet&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la Belle et moi la Bête  | You are the beauty and I the beast&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le corps et moi la tête  | You are the body and I the head&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le corps. Hummm !  | You are the body, Hummmm !&lt;br /&gt;T'es le sérieux moi l'insouciance  | You are the serious and I the reckless&lt;br /&gt;Toi le flic moi la balance  | You the cop and I the balance&lt;br /&gt;Toi le gibier moi la potence  | You are the game and I the gallows&lt;br /&gt;Toi l'ennui et moi la transe  | You are the bordom and I the trance&lt;br /&gt;Toi le très peu moi le beaucoup  | You are the very little and I am a lot&lt;br /&gt;Moi le sage et toi le fou  | I am the wise and you the crazy&lt;br /&gt;Tu es l'éclair et moi la poudre  | You are the flash and I the powder&lt;br /&gt;Toi la paille et moi la poutre  | You are the straw and I the beam   &lt;br /&gt;Tu es le surmoi de mon ça  | You are the superego my gosh&lt;br /&gt;C'est toi qu'arrives des mois si ?  | This is you that happens these months?&lt;br /&gt;Tu es la mère et moi le doute  | You are the mother and I the doubt&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le néant et moi le tout  | You are nothing and I am everything&lt;br /&gt;Tu es le chant de ma sirène  | You are the song of my siren&lt;br /&gt;Toi tu es le sang et moi la veine  | You are the blood and I the vein&lt;br /&gt;T'es le jamais de mon toujours  | You are the never of my forever&lt;br /&gt;T'es mon amour t'es mon amour  | You are my love you are my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-3245619934017329457?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3245619934017329457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=3245619934017329457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3245619934017329457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3245619934017329457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2011/05/le-toi-du-moi-you-of-me.html' title='Le toi du moi (The you of me)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://img.youtube.com/vi/zL4kG0_VGns/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-2181180540633379209</id><published>2011-02-21T01:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T01:43:16.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the house</title><content type='html'>Messing around with this iphone app that i just downloaded. 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bdb_6nLNfBM/TWFRlmpGdqI/AAAAAAAAAaM/x2JEcwYyxA0/s400/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575827520131331746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XasmBbo6dXY/TWFRldmupwI/AAAAAAAAAaE/iZUyL9MSUIE/s1600/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XasmBbo6dXY/TWFRldmupwI/AAAAAAAAAaE/iZUyL9MSUIE/s400/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575827517705463554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepytime. Baby coming home tomorrow. Hugs and kisses for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-2181180540633379209?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2181180540633379209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=2181180540633379209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2181180540633379209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2181180540633379209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2011/02/around-house.html' title='Around the house&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/-xp7g9F-VEOA/TWFSTb2lXmI/AAAAAAAAAcE/wDoVf7vV6rI/s72-c/IMG_0372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-6305074862583161732</id><published>2011-01-26T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T00:25:15.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday </title><content type='html'>Well well.. look at the time. Isn't it my birthday? Wow. I'm officially 25 now if that even means anything. There was a time when i was like 14 and the youngest in some of the IRC channels like sgboy and whatever that's there. I actually took pride it in, because most of them was over 20, 30, 40.. Now i can't say the same anymore can i? I guess it wouldn't be so bad if i actually was working now, like what i should be doing. I don't know, i feel.. unaccomplished? Big word.. Though it still means the same thing whichever way you twist it. And it wouldn't be so bad if everyone around me was my age. Yep, that would definitely help. Although, i must add that i'm not the OLDEST in the lecture hall. Gee. &lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you are young, you look forward to birthdays. Look forward to celebrate, to grow up, to the future. And when you are older, you just want to skip birthdays altogether. I wonder if i'm the only one who thinks that way. Is it normal? Does my "unaccomplishment" have anything to do with that? Hmm.. Makes me wonder. &lt;br /&gt;And i kinda don't wanna spend the rest of my life feeling so negatively about my own birthday! Haha. I mean, it's my birth day, it's a time to celebrate. I know i shouldn't, but i was kinda hoping that later on after my class, my baby will magically show up and ... surprise me. I know, my baby's got camp and with his training he won't be back until end of this week. Or so i was told. Hmm.. Something is definitely up. Still, i would rather be "kept" in the dark and be surprised. Rather than interpret too much of the situation and in the end, if baby really doesn't surprise me, well, i'll be disappointed i guess. Am i naive to be looking forward to a surprise? :)&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of baby, i'm really missing him. I spent the new year at the stroke of midnight with baby, so of course on my birthday i'm expecting nothing less. A hug, a kiss. I'm content. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's my birthday. As much as i don't wanna attend the lecture later on, i really don't wanna end up staying at home the whole day. Especially on a day like my like birthday. That would be really sad. &lt;br /&gt;G'night y'all. Happy 25th birthday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-6305074862583161732?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6305074862583161732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=6305074862583161732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6305074862583161732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6305074862583161732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-2457247314837099100</id><published>2011-01-14T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T00:49:06.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>"It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker, that we expect our dinner, but from their regard to their own interest."&lt;br /&gt;— Adam Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecturer was sharing this in class, and i was thinking to myself "Oh man that's so true". The butcher didn't cut and mince and pack or do whatever to the meat just for you. The brewer didn't buy the best coffee beans and come up with aromatic coffee just for you. And similarly the baker didn't put the extra glaze and icing and frosting just for you. They do that so that they can charge more, so that they can earn more, and it's only for their own interest at the end of the day. &lt;br /&gt;So i guess that means that dinner in front of you is paid forth by your OWN hard-earned money, and has nothing to do with the kindness of strangers. And they probably won't do it for free, or at a cheaper price.  &lt;br /&gt;Do i make sense? Am i rambling again? Something to think about. &lt;br /&gt;Sleepytime. Missing Baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-2457247314837099100?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2457247314837099100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=2457247314837099100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2457247314837099100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2457247314837099100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/words-of-wisdom.html' title='Words of Wisdom&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-8334760229344993688</id><published>2011-01-13T00:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T01:14:48.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings</title><content type='html'>Ok my school has once again started, obviously. It's a good thing because it keeps me busy. And projects are coming up. Not that they are piling up that sort of thing, they're still manageable. Type, type, type. No presentation this semester. Semester 4 already, time flies. Wondering what's at the end of sem 5. I find going all the way to school on a 45 mins journey for a 3 hour class quite silly. I forgot how i managed to sit through all day while in NYP. Some days were so long, 8am to 6 pm kinda thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another unrelated note, my knee has gotten worst for some reason. It's kinda aching as i walk. Really? At 24 years of age? Geez i wonder what's waiting for me a few more decades down the road. Damn it this knee, it's holding me back so much. I haven't ran in months and the last time i did it hurt for the whole week. Tennis, no haven't played for like 2 weeks partly due to the rainy weather nowadays. Crazy, unpredictable weather. But i'd be lying if i say i don't enjoy the occasional colder temperature. Kinda miss the fun times at Genting with baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gonna leave now with some funny work-related stories. Can't say they don't make sense though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bird was flying south for the Winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.&lt;br /&gt;While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.&lt;br /&gt;As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was.&lt;br /&gt;The dung was actually thawing him out!&lt;br /&gt;He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.&lt;br /&gt;A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morals of the story:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing. A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing?"&lt;br /&gt;The eagle answered, "Sure , why not."&lt;br /&gt;So the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested.&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull.&lt;br /&gt;"They're packed with nutrients."&lt;br /&gt;The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.&lt;br /&gt;Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-8334760229344993688?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8334760229344993688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=8334760229344993688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8334760229344993688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8334760229344993688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2011/01/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-6864473987625306191</id><published>2010-12-23T00:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T01:17:51.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen State of Mind</title><content type='html'>I've been on youtube lately looking at aquarium designs and "aquascaping" and wow some are really works of art, truly amazing. Typically there are a few styles but the more common ones are the the dutch and japanese layout for the plants. Well dutch layout is kinda nice, but generally they look like european style of design, which is clustered and a constructed mess if you will. You can goggle or youtube to see what i mean. But the japanese design, in particular the "iwagumi" style is breathtaking. I don't know exactly what it means, but this style is quite zen and if you've seen japanese gardens you know what i mean. Peaceful, serene, kinda landscape-y and definitely the opposite of constructed mess. Ok, a picture is worth a thousand worth so here are some examples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIiH3fNj5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/AmRxB_xQusg/s1600/017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIiH3fNj5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/AmRxB_xQusg/s400/017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553538809050533778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIiHsZyR-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/cx4_S8GLjFU/s1600/iwagumi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIiHsZyR-I/AAAAAAAAAXE/cx4_S8GLjFU/s400/iwagumi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553538806074984418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIiHRH_W8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/1FKNrUMu8Ys/s1600/Peter_Kirwan_Mountainscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIiHRH_W8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/1FKNrUMu8Ys/s400/Peter_Kirwan_Mountainscape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553538798752586690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the last picture is my favourite and i really, really wish i could style my little aquarium like that but beggers can't be choosers. One can still dream right? Ok you see my point? It's like mini landscapes(what you see on land) depicted in a tank with fishes. And the thing i've noticed about this style is that they only keep little fishes and in small quantity. I think this is to illustrate the vastness of the landscape or something. It's breathtakinggggg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough ramblings. Now pictures of MY tank. Y'know my baby calls me a fish killer, amongst other names. It's true in that sense because i keep buying fish and sometimes they die. Keyword : sometimes. I've had 3 tanks, as far as i can remember. The first one was really big and it sits on my desk. I remember the everytime i buy fish to fill up the tank it would cost like over $80. Crazy huh? But it's crazy beautiful, i had sand at the bottom with driftwood and all that nonsense decorations. My second one was the smallest one to date, and it sat on my bedside table. This was what it looked like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRInJOFJnHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1DpLa_7jf6Q/s1600/DSC_0840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRInJOFJnHI/AAAAAAAAAXs/1DpLa_7jf6Q/s400/DSC_0840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553544329853246578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRInI5XLuqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_FaoPCI4x5c/s1600/DSC_0837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRInI5XLuqI/AAAAAAAAAXk/_FaoPCI4x5c/s400/DSC_0837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553544324291738274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRInIYvHfhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3NYZqrgDIJA/s1600/DSC_0839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRInIYvHfhI/AAAAAAAAAXc/3NYZqrgDIJA/s400/DSC_0839.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553544315533753874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRInICN3hQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6UMAeDmCB3M/s1600/DSC_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRInICN3hQI/AAAAAAAAAXU/6UMAeDmCB3M/s400/DSC_0838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553544309488715010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light is so dim and the water filter is damn lousy. The reason why the water level is not any higher is because the filter wasn't powerful and thus can't create as much oxygen when it hits the water. And come to think of it the 3 poor goldfish didn't really have enough room. Oh gosh. What a torture it must have been. And by the way goldfishes shit a lot and the water gets yellow easily. So gotta keep changing the water every week. And i bought them at a fish farm (i think) and they're so cute and beautiful huh? &lt;br /&gt;After that a major change, removed the sand, changed to a brighter light, new plant(real one this time), and new filter set to exit like a waterfall, unfortunately wasn't as powerful after like a few weeks. So less oxygen into the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIpDR7Cc5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/KnBVzvL4AeM/s1600/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIpDR7Cc5I/AAAAAAAAAYU/KnBVzvL4AeM/s400/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553546426828616594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIpDNd_R7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/6tXofK-YQ5k/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIpDNd_R7I/AAAAAAAAAYM/6tXofK-YQ5k/s400/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553546425633032114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIpCyNUEjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/kyxfYkZAloQ/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIpCyNUEjI/AAAAAAAAAYE/kyxfYkZAloQ/s400/IMG_0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553546418315334194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIpCqImnSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xfBONQDu5qQ/s1600/IMG_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIpCqImnSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xfBONQDu5qQ/s400/IMG_0067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553546416148094242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIpCIQOEBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/VQM0RwXwutA/s1600/IMG_0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIpCIQOEBI/AAAAAAAAAX0/VQM0RwXwutA/s400/IMG_0070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553546407053234194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually the same tank but it looks so different huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed another tank, third one and just a little bigger. Added a mossy rock and a driftwood. Mossy rock grew yellow after like a few months by the way and i flushed it down the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIrOPVuSeI/AAAAAAAAAY8/72tjXqerI-M/s1600/IMG_0179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIrOPVuSeI/AAAAAAAAAY8/72tjXqerI-M/s400/IMG_0179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553548814137051618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIrNV3yHII/AAAAAAAAAY0/1LmM_mMLM8s/s1600/IMG_0181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIrNV3yHII/AAAAAAAAAY0/1LmM_mMLM8s/s400/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553548798710652034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIrNBXTsKI/AAAAAAAAAYs/aLHKd76aWF4/s1600/IMG_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIrNBXTsKI/AAAAAAAAAYs/aLHKd76aWF4/s400/IMG_0177.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553548793205731490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIrMr4Sb8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/vY_cqbJG90M/s1600/IMG_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIrMr4Sb8I/AAAAAAAAAYk/vY_cqbJG90M/s400/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553548787438481346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIrMbTTtfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qN22oeYZi54/s1600/IMG_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIrMbTTtfI/AAAAAAAAAYc/qN22oeYZi54/s400/IMG_0178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553548782988408306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lizard-looking fishes eat shit by the way. Which is why the tank is constantly so clean ha ha ha. I realised like besides this type of fish, certain type of goldfish eats dump as well. As gross as it sounds to keep a eco-friendly, nasty shit-eating, reduce-reuse-and-recycle type of fish, it's better than have to clean up fish dump every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is how my aquarium looks like currently. Lizard-looking fishes died, and got replaced with goldfish(you know why). Plant was growing yellow at the edges so i moved it to a bigger tank in the living room. Meet the 2 new goldfish, Ranchu and Goldie. Goldie's the more golden one. Duh. Cute huh? Forever hungry by the way and always scavaging for food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRItDDtTALI/AAAAAAAAAZc/dGjMJfD0aZA/s1600/IMG_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRItDDtTALI/AAAAAAAAAZc/dGjMJfD0aZA/s400/IMG_0317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553550821059395762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRItC3K7rEI/AAAAAAAAAZU/UbxSV2Hz-VY/s1600/IMG_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRItC3K7rEI/AAAAAAAAAZU/UbxSV2Hz-VY/s400/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553550817694035010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRItCWKN-2I/AAAAAAAAAZM/z_NpTQWFEqw/s1600/IMG_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRItCWKN-2I/AAAAAAAAAZM/z_NpTQWFEqw/s400/IMG_0319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553550808832670562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRItCJHKX0I/AAAAAAAAAZE/JwErqq6thlE/s1600/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRItCJHKX0I/AAAAAAAAAZE/JwErqq6thlE/s400/IMG_0320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553550805330190146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zen style! Actually it's just an excuse to keep it undecorated. In the last pic Goldie's the one at the bottom, Ranchu's the one at the top. I know it's kinda weird i name my fish, but i feel that goldfishes have more personality and character. Ok don't judge me please. &lt;br /&gt;I was thinking maybe i should get grey-white-ish gravel at the bottom, some rocks(to resemble small mountains), and maybe a miniature stone lamp you see in those japanese garden. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIvsvWhouI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/N585eEDCc4k/s1600/zen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIvsvWhouI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/N585eEDCc4k/s400/zen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553553736172937954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIvsYQfSrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/QGrBu6R1fF0/s1600/Japanese-Zen-Stone-Garden-meditation-256954_450_338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIvsYQfSrI/AAAAAAAAAZs/QGrBu6R1fF0/s400/Japanese-Zen-Stone-Garden-meditation-256954_450_338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553553729973602994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIvsGldN4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/YPwAhUKo9ZY/s1600/zen_garden_kyoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIvsGldN4I/AAAAAAAAAZk/YPwAhUKo9ZY/s400/zen_garden_kyoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553553725229709186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnifique. Can't wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-6864473987625306191?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6864473987625306191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=6864473987625306191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6864473987625306191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6864473987625306191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/zen-state-of-mind.html' title='Zen State of Mind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/TRIiH3fNj5I/AAAAAAAAAXM/AmRxB_xQusg/s72-c/017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-6436177393087233653</id><published>2010-12-19T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:27:14.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday mood</title><content type='html'>Currently having my holidays right now. Wanted to blog since i was having my exams but well.. I know.. I procrastinate a lot. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, before my holidays i was thinking i should work during the holidays and all that but it the end didn't really work at all. Guess it's another term break spent idling around the house. Very non-productive i know. &lt;br /&gt;And my old Acer computer which has been with me since secondary sch has officially retired. I mean, this computer's had it's worth of slamming annd cursing by yours truly. And i've changed the hard drive like 2 times already? It's still a wonder how it was still operational(barely) up to this day. And by the way there is nothing more frustrating than a lagging computer and my old computer hangs all the time. Like less than 5 mins after logging on everytime. Guess that kinda justify all the slamming ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, was at expo with baby yesterday and my dad gave me money to buy a new one. I wanted to buy a smaller, more compact laptop. I was torn between HP and acer, with the acer costing $499 and HP $599. In the end i choose the acer because well it's cheaper and it has a free mouse, norton anti-virus and all. I credit their marketing skills. And i'm loving this new computer and i forgot how sweet it is to have a fast, functioning computer. AKA a normal computer. And am i naive to be surprised that the new laptop doesn't come with a installation disc? I mean my last laptop there were like 4 installation discs. I hope it doesn't crash anytime soon because i don't know how to backup. &lt;br /&gt;Ok bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-6436177393087233653?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6436177393087233653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=6436177393087233653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6436177393087233653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6436177393087233653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/12/holiday-mood.html' title='Holiday mood&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-1712624911889648522</id><published>2010-10-20T21:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T21:48:31.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Serena.. </title><content type='html'>.. has to deal with this kind of bullshit! Call it racist, unfair, or downright ridiculous, Serena deals with this horrendous match with class. And THIS is the reason why they introduced the hawkeye system(to track the tennis ball if it's landed in the court) so kudos to Serena. Kinda miss her old self. Denim mini skirt, eye shadow and so powerful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtkKdCeQgQM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xtkKdCeQgQM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was US Open 2004 btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-1712624911889648522?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1712624911889648522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=1712624911889648522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1712624911889648522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1712624911889648522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/10/only-serena.html' title='Only Serena.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-6239349727873538452</id><published>2010-10-08T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T23:42:16.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes you go awww </title><content type='html'>I came across this and just have to post this. I'm sorry but this is the cutest animal in the world ! Yes i'm serious. Jack russell terriers are so cute !!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P9Fyey4D5hg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P9Fyey4D5hg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&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/30647534-6239349727873538452?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6239349727873538452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=6239349727873538452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6239349727873538452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6239349727873538452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/10/makes-you-go-awww.html' title='Makes you go awww &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-105768011269271897</id><published>2010-09-27T18:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:36:12.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeheehee</title><content type='html'>Came across this cute guy on youtube. The title is best banana boy can you believe it. Puts ideas in your head doesn't it? ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7g4NpznDQk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n7g4NpznDQk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/30647534-105768011269271897?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/105768011269271897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=105768011269271897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/105768011269271897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/105768011269271897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/09/teeheehee.html' title='Teeheehee&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-8998537303616516010</id><published>2010-09-21T00:17:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:40:36.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise surpise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TJeJgQdDJCI/AAAAAAAAAWM/veLQgjilcF0/s1600/re.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TJeJgQdDJCI/AAAAAAAAAWM/veLQgjilcF0/s400/re.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519031055631459362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are the results for my exams for this semester. 3 papers and 3 As. Not bad i reckon. As you can see last sem wasn't so fantastic so.. Grades were B, C, D. D as usual, for maths. Hates it man. Maybe i was studying hard but not smart? I wish i could have gotten better grades actually. Hmm.. Why am i for the first time can't wait for school to start? Am i going out of my mind? &lt;br /&gt;And come to think of it for that accounting paper i screwed up a cash flow question, which is like 15 marks. It's a wonder i still got an A, seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work for 6 hours at this art gallery at Joo Chiat road. Really easy cash, because noone came in! At all i'm serious. I was there from 12 to 6 pm, there was only a school girl(in her uniform) who came in to ask if we have oil paintings for her dad, who is only coming back the next month or something. Damn random. Needless to say she left. Other than that there was really nothing to do but to sit at the reception desk and chit chat. Actually i think the thing is till weds, but y'know what i'm just going to act blur and not go. Hopefully that girl remembers to transfer my salary for today to my account. Honestly i have no clue why they need to employ 2 people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TJeLOUKwhsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/61NSzx3Gza8/s1600/IMG_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TJeLOUKwhsI/AAAAAAAAAWc/61NSzx3Gza8/s400/IMG_0183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519032946414094018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Entrance. It reads "Black Earth Art Museum". It's actually a rented place for the art pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TJeLNxVaVKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RXyiyfKH3gQ/s1600/IMG_0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TJeLNxVaVKI/AAAAAAAAAWU/RXyiyfKH3gQ/s400/IMG_0182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519032937063535778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some painting that they were painting, displayed at entrance. Would you hang this in your living room? My sentiments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KKTHANKSBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-8998537303616516010?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8998537303616516010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=8998537303616516010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8998537303616516010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8998537303616516010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/09/surprise-surpise.html' title='Surprise surpise&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/TJeJgQdDJCI/AAAAAAAAAWM/veLQgjilcF0/s72-c/re.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-8258864920438771052</id><published>2010-09-19T21:30:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:58:01.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The things closest to my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TJYVWk7m7aI/AAAAAAAAAWE/vumcN1ETz64/s1600/IMG_0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TJYVWk7m7aI/AAAAAAAAAWE/vumcN1ETz64/s400/IMG_0175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518621871004118434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TJYVV5G0gnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/aXAEP9nQRbA/s1600/IMG_0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TJYVV5G0gnI/AAAAAAAAAV8/aXAEP9nQRbA/s400/IMG_0174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518621859239985778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the memories that we share, beautiful, wonderful memories that i hope never to forget. When everything else ends, memories are the only thing I can hold on to. Maybe it's better to not know everything, at least we can still go on like before. The truth always complicates everything, and now that we know what's on our minds and the paths ahead of us i wonder if it changes anything. &lt;br /&gt;Is it still possible for our love to go on like before?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-8258864920438771052?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8258864920438771052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=8258864920438771052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8258864920438771052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8258864920438771052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-closest-to-my-heart.html' title='The things closest to my heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/TJYVWk7m7aI/AAAAAAAAAWE/vumcN1ETz64/s72-c/IMG_0175.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-5624871845126284119</id><published>2010-09-14T15:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T16:09:44.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat post</title><content type='html'>Totally random post, but this is Roseane's cat Apu. It's the most gentle, harmless kitty ever i swear. I used to keep 2 kittens and they play so rough, they bite and scratch you and won't let you carry or anything. And bathing them is such a P-I-T-A job. But her cat lets me, a stranger, carry and touch and everything. I must be doing a bad job of carrying cause he didn't look comfortable in my arms. He is so affectionate with humans and usually cats aren't so much affectionate with people. I know dogs are but that's beside the point. And he has such big, clear, comical eyes!!! Looking at his side profile, his eyes just look like 2 big crystal balls. So crystal clear and beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;Cuteness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TI8rPkO9ZNI/AAAAAAAAAV0/DA723TuqPws/s1600/IMG_0164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TI8rPkO9ZNI/AAAAAAAAAV0/DA723TuqPws/s400/IMG_0164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516675614976599250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TI8pD2Y-16I/AAAAAAAAAVs/pzV_wN1x-lA/s1600/IMG_0165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TI8pD2Y-16I/AAAAAAAAAVs/pzV_wN1x-lA/s400/IMG_0165.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516673214668789666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TI8pDWo7roI/AAAAAAAAAVk/el3onWk3KbE/s1600/IMG_0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TI8pDWo7roI/AAAAAAAAAVk/el3onWk3KbE/s400/IMG_0166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516673206145756802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I has freaky zombie eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TI8pC_HFykI/AAAAAAAAAVc/nteytoIR4oU/s1600/IMG_0167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TI8pC_HFykI/AAAAAAAAAVc/nteytoIR4oU/s400/IMG_0167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516673199829797442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Totally working my smize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TI8pCs5XRaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/udwjdNhs_LE/s1600/IMG_0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TI8pCs5XRaI/AAAAAAAAAVU/udwjdNhs_LE/s400/IMG_0168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516673194940384674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More freaky zombie eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TI8pCPdiHJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/xEK7Sfm-1HQ/s1600/IMG_0169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TI8pCPdiHJI/AAAAAAAAAVM/xEK7Sfm-1HQ/s400/IMG_0169.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516673187039026322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awwwwwww....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5624871845126284119?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5624871845126284119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5624871845126284119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5624871845126284119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5624871845126284119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/09/cat-post.html' title='Cat post&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/TI8rPkO9ZNI/AAAAAAAAAV0/DA723TuqPws/s72-c/IMG_0164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-2513487277623648171</id><published>2010-09-05T13:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T13:22:29.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy sundays</title><content type='html'>Oh wow today feels like the beginning of a good day. No worries, no deadlines.. Relaxing at home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams are finally over and i'm surprised at how easy the papers were. Was it because i studied the previous exams papers ? The format was more or less the same and i'm actually quite confident of passing every subject this term. &lt;br /&gt;And there was this guy sitting in front of me to the right for the stats paper and i was observing him because he had this punky stylish hairstyle and when we started opening up the question paper he was like staring at it. Just staring as if he didn't studied anything. And then he started writing but i know his mind was a blank cause after like 15 mins he just stopped writing and looked in front of him and after a while he rested his head on his desk. He left after like 1-2 hour into the exam. I was like, man i know exactly what you are feeling, cause in the past there were times i don't study before the exams and my mind's a blank and i had to make up my own answers to the questions. It was so stupid and pointless now come to think of it. I'd rather study my ass off and burn all the midlight oils than sit for a paper where i have to make up my own answer. And wondering if i'm going to pass.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Lazy ol' sunday. Loves it.. Wondering if i should go find a part time job to pass the time now that it's the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-2513487277623648171?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2513487277623648171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=2513487277623648171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2513487277623648171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2513487277623648171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/09/lazy-sundays.html' title='Lazy sundays&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-8935100231819003896</id><published>2010-09-01T23:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T23:09:43.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise and grind</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of exams right now, Business Comm and Financial Accounting done. Statistics is on friday. I was studying for the papers maybe a little harder than last semester, i think. Maybe. Or perhaps its been too long since i last studied. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, plan to start revision for stats tomorrow morning, believe it or not i have not started. That's me, last minute. &lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-8935100231819003896?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8935100231819003896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=8935100231819003896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8935100231819003896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8935100231819003896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/09/rise-and-grind.html' title='Rise and grind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-4559029441366591362</id><published>2010-08-01T15:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T16:04:58.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just you and i</title><content type='html'>Baby and i actually wanted to go to MBS yesterday but for some reason it's packed with cars... I wonder why? Hasn't the buzz of it all die down already? Or do people actually gamble in the afternoon? Geez. Anyway, we couldn't find a parking spot and there were a lot of cars finding a spot as well, so ... In the end we went to marina square. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the car park is absolutely horrific. The walls are still not painted so you can actually see the cement and cracks and everything and there was a section that they were still building. So you can imagine? It was absolute chaos, the cars are parked everywhere and anywhere. Serious. I'm quite sure they pushed forward the opening of the casino aka money maker. &lt;br /&gt;Which brings me back to the simultaneous opening of the 2 casinos. I thought the singapore government was like defending it's stand against the opening of casinos here? Giving a million excuses like promoting gambling, social problems etc. And now decided to open not 1 but 2 casino resorts? And they're even charging locals to enter the casino(is it $100 or $200?)! Wow? You actually think that small levy is going to deter gamblers from going in? I mean, they go in to win like big bucks man! What's that measly $200 to them? Just more money into your fat pockets!! I guess making money is more important that public/social issues? And they tackle this by offering gamble counselling and hotlines and all that.. Genius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, marina square isn't that bad. No movies to watch, so we just walked around. They were actually setting off the fireworks for the NDP rehearsal but we didn't get a chance to see it, i mean, there's people everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were dressed to the occasion ha ha ha. Actually i was but baby called to ask what i was wearing so i said jeans and shirt. So here we are.. &lt;br /&gt;You're welcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TFUi-anjJGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/k0TwJhwLOIA/s1600/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TFUi-anjJGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/k0TwJhwLOIA/s400/IMG_0083.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500340975595365474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TFUi-gqxuDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/qVsU8Uw1vus/s1600/IMG_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TFUi-gqxuDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/qVsU8Uw1vus/s400/IMG_0084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500340977219516466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TFUi_d7-P8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/ebDmLIVKOyg/s1600/IMG_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TFUi_d7-P8I/AAAAAAAAAUU/ebDmLIVKOyg/s400/IMG_0087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500340993666203586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TFUi-0BXCoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rzv-b6hucyk/s1600/IMG_0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TFUi-0BXCoI/AAAAAAAAAUM/rzv-b6hucyk/s400/IMG_0086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500340982414510722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-4559029441366591362?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4559029441366591362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=4559029441366591362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/4559029441366591362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/4559029441366591362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-you-and-i.html' title='Just you and i&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/TFUi-anjJGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/k0TwJhwLOIA/s72-c/IMG_0083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-5606770713072749020</id><published>2010-07-26T00:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:52:00.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Went to beauty world in bukit timah for dinner just now. With my mum. Actually, the last Sunday as well. Y'know I grew up at bukit timah and going there brings back nostalgia. The memories are all that I have. I dunno which smart person said this, but he has a quote that says something like "when you grow old, memories are all that you have". Or " all that you can hold on to". Either or. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in case you were wondering I had mutton soup but it's Chinese style, so lots of herbs and ginger. Gotta love the ginger. And the cockles kway teow is yums too, I had it the other time. It was like the best I've had I swear. I dunno why but food there in general is quite good, but there aren't many people around. &lt;br /&gt;And there's this neat second hand watch shop there, my mom wanted to replace her watch's battery, and I was looking at this gold plated old school style casio watch. Actually I take the old school back. It's probably manufactured like at least a decade back, but it's in tip top condition, which makes me wonder if it's first hand(it sells first hand watches as well). Anyway my mom paid $38 for it(I didn't bring money), trust me it was a real steal. And back home I tried to pay her back but she just wouldn't take it it's frustrating ! I mean, I really wanted to buy it with my own money, and I wouldn't have bought it knowing that she won't let me pay her back. I feel so bad, uncomfortable even to let my mum pay for something I don't need. I mean, I already have a watch. Anyways. .. &lt;br /&gt;I'm having a presentation for business communications on Wednesday. And for that 3 minutes I'll be standing in front of the whole lecture theatre presenting. 3 mins minimum for everyone, I sincerely hope I don't get the jitters. And I spent like $130 on a G2000 blazer(real smart) and $50+ on some smart looking yet casual pants. They were having like 50% sales so you work out the original price. So total was like $170+, courtesy of my dad. Did I mention I feel bad making my parents pay for things ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5606770713072749020?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5606770713072749020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5606770713072749020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5606770713072749020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5606770713072749020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/07/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-2596150970396241193</id><published>2010-07-22T22:42:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:09:44.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Anniversary </title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TEhbhgd50PI/AAAAAAAAAT0/W_bchJMomts/s1600/IMG_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TEhbhgd50PI/AAAAAAAAAT0/W_bchJMomts/s400/IMG_0024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496743976414859506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Roses my baby gave me for last month's annie :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Happy Anniversary to us baby bee. 1 more month to 4 years. Wow, time flies. Amidst our busy schedules, almost 4 years have crept past us. Feels like it was just yesterday that we walked from jurong east to your house. Feels like just yesterday that i very emotionally told you i was going to enlist in army. And now after 2 years i've ORDed and can't wait for your turn my baby bee. Loves baby&lt;3&lt;3 ...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-2596150970396241193?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2596150970396241193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=2596150970396241193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2596150970396241193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2596150970396241193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-anniversary.html' title='Our Anniversary &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/TEhbhgd50PI/AAAAAAAAAT0/W_bchJMomts/s72-c/IMG_0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-1771001417553895877</id><published>2010-07-14T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:36:47.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>School has started. Doesn't feel much of a difference because of the short study hours. Actually DID get to exercise a little bit in the late afternoon. After 2 weeks of slothing around the house sigh, i know. Close to 5 pm to be exactly. Drank mass gainer after that(finished the whole bigass tub) and ended up eating little of my dinner. To be fair my mom usually cooks a lot, and can't blame me I don't eat a lot and especially so after drinking the weight gainer. I didn't touch the salmon. And I love salmon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I washed my little fish tank yesterday, and I intent to get some fishes. Miss having a tiny aquarium in my room. And I want to get one of those mossy stones. Y'know those that are covered with moss or some algae plant. Looks cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized in the 2nd semester of class that there are actually 3 direct buses I can take to school. Are you kidding me ???!?!!! After 1 full semester of sweating like a mad hog under the tropical sun waiting for the damn 171 bus ?? Omgsh, I'm lost for words. If there's one bus I hate most, it's gotta be the damn 171. I swear it takes a million(20-30+ minutes actually) years to reach and the timings are so irregular. Don't the bus &lt;s&gt;captains&lt;/s&gt; drivers have like a timing guide to follow? Ridiculous. Anyway it will be the last time I'm going to take 171. Unless it's the first available bus when I reach the bus stop. Which is like NE-VER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to talk to my baby for a while before I sleep but judging by how he's stopped replying to my smses I think he's asleep. Same like yesterday. Would love to chat a bit with baby though. The love songs they playing at this hour( class 95) aren't helping! Though they are real soothing, relaxing, great for easy listening at night. I'm serious considering switching to class 95 permanently because 987, muttons in particular are so lame, and not funny at all. I mean the constant shrieking laughter and the prank phone calls, really ? They're stooping really low for the comical effect. And it's not the least funny I certainly don't find that entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough blabbering before sleepytime. Nights !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-1771001417553895877?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1771001417553895877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=1771001417553895877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1771001417553895877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1771001417553895877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/07/updates.html' title='Updates&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-421196878676384658</id><published>2010-06-26T01:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T01:58:53.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming</title><content type='html'>As you know, most of the time nowadays I'm so free I'm practically rotting at home. I still don't understand why while studying I can have the motivation to exercise a bit at home. But when it comes to the holiday, why is it that I'm so lazy to go gym when I literally have nothing to do the whole day ? Maybe I'm so lazy I don't even want to step out of the house ?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to swim 2 times this week. I dunno how else to say it but I really enjoy swimming. There's something deeply relaxing about it. It makes me wonder if it has got anything to do with my earplugs. I dunno, when I put them on I don't hear a thing. And being submerged in the water, timing of the movement of your arms and legs becomes second nature after a while. And usually when I swim at first the first few laps will be so tiring but the subsequent laps even though i'm still as tired, the breathing becomes easier. I'm sorry I'm going so much into details and being so zen-like but you get the point. And I remember the times I was still in camp Joy and I would go swimming during the 1 hour lunch break. We were so crazy then. We would practice the tumbleturn and I remember more than anything choking and swallowing water, gasping for air, and those horrible vacuumy headaches you get when you dive too deep. And occasionally get 1 or 2 times right ha ha. If you're wondering, tumbleturn is like when you swim to the edge of the pool and you do a 360 degree and kick off the edge with your feet and continue swimming. It's magnificent if you get it right I tell ya. I actually wanted to practice that but I'd be so embarrassed if I fail despite not many people around at that time. Just another 2 or 3 people in fact. But then again while I'm at it and miserably choking on water/gasping for air the lifeguard might take notice. Ha ha just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-421196878676384658?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/421196878676384658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=421196878676384658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/421196878676384658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/421196878676384658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/06/swimming.html' title='Swimming&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-890784133925037654</id><published>2010-06-24T18:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:45:20.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no she didn't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TCM1xcTtR0I/AAAAAAAAASw/8WRDWxotSoc/s1600/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TCM1xcTtR0I/AAAAAAAAASw/8WRDWxotSoc/s400/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486287894596110146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alright now Serena, you're making jealous. I can't imagine why the paparazzi didn't figure out that the guy is only Andy roddick. Like duh. Ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck at Wimbledon!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-890784133925037654?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/890784133925037654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=890784133925037654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/890784133925037654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/890784133925037654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-no-she-didnt.html' title='Oh no she didn&apos;t.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/TCM1xcTtR0I/AAAAAAAAASw/8WRDWxotSoc/s72-c/Picture+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-8049780738477613767</id><published>2010-06-11T15:37:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T16:40:00.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday mood</title><content type='html'>Whooo-hooos.. Right now having the "holidays" after the exams. Around 1 month of break but seriously doesn't feel like holiday at all cause everyday school's just 3 hours. Ha ha ha. Lots of idling at home, wanted to work initially but then i'm too lazy to work. Seriously. Except for the salary part, work is NOT cool at all. Not cool at all. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i was "introduced" to a "part-time" work, so at first i thought why not? Y'know, i could even work after my class and all. But in the end this "part-time" work turns out to be another MLM thing(rolls eyes). Selling diamonds can you imagine? It's ok to dream big but this is like dreaming ridiculous to another level. And this kinda sales is not my thing. I think i have super duper low EQ(not IQ ok?) but screw that man. Oh well, back to idling then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my computer is going berserk TTM!!!##&amp;$(#&amp;@##$%^ It keeps hanging so i gotta run the virus scan fast when i start my com or else it will hang for sure. And trust me i'm trying to ignore all the warnings. So far my com has trojan horses, worms and viruses and i'm not even kidding. I move them to the vault everytime they pop up. Recently when i power it on it shows a black screen and says the OS cannot be found. Wow.. I'm speechless.. It's either my anti-virus scan is damn good at keeping the viruses at bay or my computer is going to die any time now. Actually i think the latter huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading this outdated article in the newspaper in the sports column. &lt;u&gt;"BLESS THE WILLIAMS SISTERS. If they retired today, women's tennis would fold up it's act and disappear like a departing circus."&lt;/u&gt; How true!!! My sentiments indeed. Nobody garners as much attention as the sisters. Be it the outfits they wear or the drama they bring on and off the court. &lt;br /&gt;After a quick search i found some interesting outfits that Serena had worn on court through the years. Interesting, to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TBHwjZ_iMhI/AAAAAAAAASg/1Q0Vo5tF6Mk/s1600/KoufaxSpahn_11058_5356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TBHwjZ_iMhI/AAAAAAAAASg/1Q0Vo5tF6Mk/s400/KoufaxSpahn_11058_5356.jpg" border="0"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A fitting latex catsuit, no less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6 align&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TBHwix4dCII/AAAAAAAAASY/f3PQAvTDN4Q/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 263px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TBHwix4dCII/AAAAAAAAASY/f3PQAvTDN4Q/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481426701782943874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hot pink, navel ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6 align&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TBHwieMzreI/AAAAAAAAASQ/cQJviYM2Pyw/s1600/102283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TBHwieMzreI/AAAAAAAAASQ/cQJviYM2Pyw/s400/102283.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481426696499604962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Denim skirt, leather leg-warmers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6 align&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TBHwh8jCtqI/AAAAAAAAASI/J1xMOmwHlsw/s1600/p1_serena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TBHwh8jCtqI/AAAAAAAAASI/J1xMOmwHlsw/s400/p1_serena.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481426687466059426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Studded leather jacket? Check. High leather boots? Check. Attitude to spare? Check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6 align&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TBHwhUE48MI/AAAAAAAAASA/8iAMOqKAdzI/s1600/6AA6E1B26794AF55A63F2B626557D3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TBHwhUE48MI/AAAAAAAAASA/8iAMOqKAdzI/s400/6AA6E1B26794AF55A63F2B626557D3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481426676602171586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;White trench coat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6 align&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TBHwoft30nI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZnD__TpgHq0/s1600/serena-pink-back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/TBHwoft30nI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZnD__TpgHq0/s400/serena-pink-back.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481426799985939058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bringing sexyback to court.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6 align&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so serena got knocked out of French open. Big deal. Clay courts were never her forte. She and venus shall triumph on the green grass at Wimbledon! I'm excited and can't wait! Serena FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-8049780738477613767?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8049780738477613767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=8049780738477613767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8049780738477613767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8049780738477613767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/06/holiday-mood.html' title='Holiday mood&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/TBHwjZ_iMhI/AAAAAAAAASg/1Q0Vo5tF6Mk/s72-c/KoufaxSpahn_11058_5356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-3895633617639340800</id><published>2010-05-24T10:06:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:51:53.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Facebook</title><content type='html'>I remember the other time i was taking the bus back home with this girl sitting behind us in the lecture hall and somewhere along the journey our conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;"Blah blah"..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "So do you have facebook?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: "No.."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "No wonder i can't find you."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I used to have one but i deleted my account." &lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Oh.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "It's too high maintenance. Y'know, gotta update this and that. Troublesome."&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "There's a lot of things you can do. It's fun and that's what i do when i go back home most of the time." (She stays alone in fajar and her family is in JB btw)&lt;br /&gt;Me: "So you get to add like most of the people in the lecture hall right? Isn't it weird talking to them when you dunno them?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Ya.. Talk to them on facebook, but when i see them face-to-face, i dunno what to say to them."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Uh-huh.." *Secretly rolling eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Does technology/online networking actually bring people closer? Not necessarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S_nppbYIt0I/AAAAAAAAARI/QUUYDE_kT6s/s1600/men-are-easy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S_nppbYIt0I/AAAAAAAAARI/QUUYDE_kT6s/s400/men-are-easy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474663719978448706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-3895633617639340800?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3895633617639340800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=3895633617639340800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3895633617639340800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3895633617639340800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-facebook.html' title='On Facebook&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/S_nppbYIt0I/AAAAAAAAARI/QUUYDE_kT6s/s72-c/men-are-easy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-8699609332700366771</id><published>2010-05-23T22:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:43:57.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrek, Invasion of the Oompah Loompahs</title><content type='html'>Went out with baby today and we watched Shrek 4 i believe. Freaking funny movie. I love the puss in boots. Freaking cute huh? I dunno why but he reminds me of my baby! Seriously does. Must be those big big innocent eyes. Ha ha. I swear everytime puss tries to get his way he opens his eyes bigger and bigger and tucked beneath his chin those tiny paws. It's so hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S_lCxrqe6UI/AAAAAAAAARA/aUNSiZXPS6A/s1600/chr_puss_p2_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S_lCxrqe6UI/AAAAAAAAARA/aUNSiZXPS6A/s400/chr_puss_p2_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hi my baby blues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S_lCxQ_H3yI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/FJlx6WNnzlU/s1600/862215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S_lCxQ_H3yI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/FJlx6WNnzlU/s400/862215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474480236186296098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freaking cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my family we're supposed to be going to Phuket on the 27th, which is like a few more days. But i've got exams on the 1st of June, which is the following day when we return back to singapore on the 31st. Shucks. Bugger y'know that only means that i can either 1) go on a holiday without studying (knowing myself that i'm the last min kinda person) or 2) stay at home and study the last min. The truth is, exams is EXACTLY in 1 more week and i've not studyed yet! Not a bit! &lt;br /&gt;I think i'm just gonna stay here and try, try and study, however much i miss phuket. Screwed up ttm! What kinda coincidence is this? That my exams comes right after my supposed holiday. Anyway i've suggested that in my absence, my sister's bf will go in my place. Since y'know the plane ticket and hotel rooms all that are booked and trust me they are not cheap. &lt;br /&gt;I hope my family will have fun though. &lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, i've invited baby to stay over since y'know i'll be all alone at home. Lonely and feeling the blues. That's kind of a nice idea huh? I can cook breakfast, lunch and dinner and be sweet for once. Watch tv together, tuck him in to sleep at night.. Ok i'll stop ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another unrelated note, town is literally turning into a big philipino slum! Have you been to town on weekends? The maids are everywhere! They used to only gather at Lucky plaza but it seems that recently they are everywhere! It's not so bad if they are actually walking around, buying stuff etc, cause y'know it helps the economy. They are just sitting on their fat asses on every stairs landing, side of the road and it's damn unsightly. Hello, this isn't Manila in the philipines y'know? Can't you bring your chit-chating somewhere else? Damn unsightly. And they talk damn loud. I swear they are everywhere and sometimes when they talk beside me they are literally screaming in my ear. Like what the.. Hand them a loudhailer already cause everybody needs to listen to their oompah loompah language. &lt;br /&gt;And i realised that Lucky plaza aka philipino central is attracting banglas as well. Probably there to solicitate. Disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not a racist, seriously. Just making a few observations that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-8699609332700366771?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8699609332700366771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=8699609332700366771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8699609332700366771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8699609332700366771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/05/updates.html' title='Shrek, Invasion of the Oompah Loompahs&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/S_lCxrqe6UI/AAAAAAAAARA/aUNSiZXPS6A/s72-c/chr_puss_p2_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-8786296762339084474</id><published>2010-05-16T23:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T22:02:58.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carla Bruni</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh, i'm coming towards the end of the first sem already! Funny how fast time flies especially when you are enjoying it. There's a total of 5 sems, which means i'm almost 1/5 done with the diploma right? That's assuming i don't retake any of the modules. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm scared for the maths exams. I've said it before, it's like the da vinci code or something. Possibly worst because i don't understand like 70% of it. Sometimes i seriously wonder what wrong with all those mathematicians, coming up with those bloody long equations to torture us poor folks with normal IQ. Or what's going on with their minds. Bloody geniuses. &lt;br /&gt;And the exams are coming in less than 2 weeks. Yikes y'know. I haven't studied a thing yet. Bugger. And i skipped the last 2 maths lecture. I know, i know, that's so unbecoming of me. Who needs maths anyway? I know i don't. I think ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to come across this singer, Carla Bruni on youtube and wow is her voice nice or what? So jazzy and soothing. Anyway, i realised that this Carla Bruni, was quite a wild child. She is a heiress to an italian business, was a top model, a singer, has dated music icons like Eric Clapton and Mike Jagger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S_APwnYgaHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/x9_dMe19DLE/s1600/10murphy.xlarge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S_APwnYgaHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/x9_dMe19DLE/s400/10murphy.xlarge1.jpg" border="0"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471890875135060082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carla Bruni the musician.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6 align&gt;And currently, she is the first lady of France! As in, the French president's wife(like duh)! Wow. So she's a first lady and she can really write her own songs and sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S_APw8oCPoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WrECI0CCqec/s1600/carla-bruni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S_APw8oCPoI/AAAAAAAAAQw/WrECI0CCqec/s400/carla-bruni.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471890880837336706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carla Bruni, First lady of France.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6 align&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's some videos of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvyMG0z0FZY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XvyMG0z0FZY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TiC6Iwj1vxs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TiC6Iwj1vxs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She performs live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/flmoa2dVOSU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/flmoa2dVOSU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkVkyeUbsKA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkVkyeUbsKA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French is such a beautiful language isn't it? Even though i don't know a word of what she's singing. The way the tongue rolls around, the way air is forcefully expelled through the lips. So beautiful. Wish i speak the language of love. Anyway if you have the time just go watch all of the videos. Listen to the songs and all. Soothing musique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-8786296762339084474?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8786296762339084474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=8786296762339084474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8786296762339084474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8786296762339084474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/05/carla-bruni.html' title='Carla Bruni&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/S_APwnYgaHI/AAAAAAAAAQo/x9_dMe19DLE/s72-c/10murphy.xlarge1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-1676237544125233126</id><published>2010-05-15T04:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T04:51:16.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>Nothing I can say now will fill,&lt;br /&gt;that empty void in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;To make right what was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;The day that could and should&lt;br /&gt;have been special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 22nd birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-1676237544125233126?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1676237544125233126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=1676237544125233126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1676237544125233126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1676237544125233126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/05/22.html' title='22&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-5031295018015618015</id><published>2010-05-02T23:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:09:21.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New phone; bday party</title><content type='html'>I now have a new phone ! It's an iPhone and I got it like a few days ago. It's without a doubt the coolest, swankiest, user-friendliest phone I've ever had ! It wins hands down seriously. I'm actually typing this entry using my phone on the bed. I dunno, ever since I upgraded my phone plan and given the the 12 gb per month Internet usage I think it's a waste to not use it. Wow, you always hear about people posting entries using blackberry and all that, and to actually do it is an entirely different feeling man. I feel so connected at all times.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways this iPhone has a lot of cool functions, it actually does feel like a technology of the future. Screw Nokia man, I used to think it's the most user friendly phone around. I'm actually typing with the phone sideways and it's just one of the cool functions. The qwerty keyboard is freaking useful. Just been searching for a while now for the protective skin cover. Want one that's neon green with the rubbery texture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Chuan yi's 21st birthday party. Yes, he's just as old as my sister, and I suddenly just feel so old. Aged. Yikes. Anyways it was fun, he lives in a condo and it was in the function room and all that. There was the usual buffet, cake cutting all that. It never occurred to me why for the past 24 years I never thought of holding one for myself. A birthday celebration I mean. I guess I was never one of those people who craves attention. In other words I'd die and would rather be an ostrich with it's head in the sand than have the spotlight on me, even if it's my birthday. Yeah, and I didn't regret going at all. Had so much fun catching up and laughing with the workshop guys. Saw Randy too. Heh, missed that fella man. Always the joker and always so touchy with me. Not that I'm complaining. :oD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok it's late and I'm sleepy. And for a change my baby has been replaced by my phone cause he's not been replying me for a while. I love my new phone.  Ok bye !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5031295018015618015?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5031295018015618015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5031295018015618015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5031295018015618015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5031295018015618015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-phone-bday-party.html' title='New phone; bday party&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-6176559106832490817</id><published>2010-04-27T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:48:55.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>The phone i'm currently using (my sister's) is quite screwed up. It kept hanging recently and now i can't even switch it on. It only lights up and shows a blank screen. I'm trying (i'm evil i know) to persuade my dad to get a new phone for me. Preferably an iphone! Seriously though, i'm still using a N70 for heaven's sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that during lectures nowadays my classmates beside me would be whipping up their phones and checking their facebook, friendster and all that online networking junk. Is it just me who doesn't have a facebook or friendster account? Why am i so fiercely against online networking? Am i anti-social to some extent? &lt;br /&gt;Truth is, sometimes i do feel a little behind times. I used to have a frienster and facebook account by the way, i deleted them. The other night i was talking to baby on the phone, and i was saying to him that having a online networking account is troublesome. You gotta update this testimonials, that message that your friends put up and all that. So dependent on technology you'll become, in a way you'll become a slave to technology. Ok at least to online networking. I believe everyone has one of those account, even my 9-year-old cousin has one. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe i'm anti-social i suppose. As much as i hate to admit it. They have one of those tests right, like would you prefer to be alone to yourself or with a bunch of friends/people. Honesty speaking, i see myself doing both. For eg, i can picture myself alone somewhere, reading a book in the library perhaps, all day long without anyone disturbing me. And also i guess in the company of my friends, it doesn't sound too bad as well. In the company of people i'm not so close with, well i suppose i have my reservations. So yeah, maybe in a way i hate having to connect with those people that i'm not so close with. Having to entertain them, have them check out who i recently added and all that. I'm sure you have one of those friends who you actively chat with online, and when it comes to actually meeting him you guys just smile and say hi. Now, wouldn't that be weird? Aw-kward-ness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And anyway even if i get an iphone, i wouldn't sign up for those access online thingy. Whatever you call it la, data plan or what. I don't see myself surfing the net when i'm outside anyway. And damn, blackberry sounds good as well. Now that i'm no longer an nsf, i can pick any phone i want! Camera functions no less yeah? Take that, saf. Ha ha ha. But seriously though, sometimes i think of those times while i was in the army. Tekong, stagmont hill, ayer rajah, jurong camp, and nee soon camp. The sweet memories. I'm getting nostalgic i know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok baby's birthday is coming up. I don't know what to get for him. With pockets that shallow he better not have any expectations. Heh. Love you baby whatever you're doing now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-6176559106832490817?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6176559106832490817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=6176559106832490817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6176559106832490817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6176559106832490817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-8884742049330471804</id><published>2010-04-23T22:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:12:09.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22-04-10 - 3yrs8mnths</title><content type='html'>Happy 3 years and 8 months baby. Everytime i hear this song i think of you baby. I swear it's true. Loves U so much. :0) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N88pp39DdS8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N88pp39DdS8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the pyramids along the Nile&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sunrise from a tropic isle&lt;br /&gt;Just remember darlin' all the while&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the market place in Old Algiers&lt;br /&gt;Send me photographs and souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;Just remember when a dream appears&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be so alone without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll be lonesome too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly the ocean in a silver plane&lt;br /&gt;See the jungle when it's wet with rain&lt;br /&gt;Just remember 'til you're home again&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly the ocean in a silver plane&lt;br /&gt;See the jungle when it's wet with rain&lt;br /&gt;Just remember 'til you're home again&lt;br /&gt;You belong to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-8884742049330471804?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8884742049330471804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=8884742049330471804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8884742049330471804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8884742049330471804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/04/22-04-10-3yrs8mnths.html' title='22-04-10 - 3yrs8mnths&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-5757538000377796450</id><published>2010-04-16T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:17:13.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate maths</title><content type='html'>Alright let's see. It's more than 2 weeks now since i first attended school. Tomorrow is saturday, which is unfortunately maths class for me. Bugger. I hate maths. SERIOUSLY DO. Y'know all the nonsensical maths stuff that we learnt in sec 4. Yup. We're somewhat back to that. Only harder and more nonsensical that ever. I'm taking 3 modules in total, Managing people and organizations, Business mathematics and English for business. Goddamniiittt! Maths is the only subject that i'm having trouble with in the lecture. I mean, i don't understand what he's saying man. It's really bad. I'm starting to get worried. Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from monday to sat there's just 3 hours of lecture each day, so it's pretty slack for us. At 12:30 we pretty much are heading home already. And right now there's like lotsa project at hand but there's one MPO urgent individual subject that needs to be handed in by monday. It's like... 30 percent done? Oh damn. I do wanna go out tomorrow. I think i'll stay at home on sunday to finish it up. I better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should mention that yesterday i met up with Baby after my class, and he brought me to FitnessFirst. The gym in paragon. It's damn &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;atas&lt;/span&gt; yeah, it's at the level 8 of paragon so literally IT IS  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;atas&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway he had his friend gym membership card so he brought me in as a guest. Oh boy the equipment there.. whoo whoo. No i'm serious. Kinda like brand new feel to it, and there's even sauna, hot shower, lockers, even hair dryers for us y'know. And cotton buds! In front of the bigass mirrors. Oh damn. The shampoo, conditioner and body wash all provided, in short damn well equipped. I dunno, kinda tempted to join. I mean it's just like 1/2 hr on a bus from my school, and i can go off around noon. But price wise, i dunno. Maybe i should just join safra since there's like a home team in gombak like 5 mins away on bus. There's gym, swimming pool and all. And i have no idea why all this fitness craze has crept into my head. But it's a good thing right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the reason for this entry's existence is simply for me to procrastinate! I'm buying time so i can work on the MPO project later! I sound so retarded but it's true y'know. I'm such a loser. Well this entry's done. So long. Damn. Bye. Ciao. Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5757538000377796450?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5757538000377796450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5757538000377796450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5757538000377796450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5757538000377796450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-hate-maths.html' title='I hate maths&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-7681294287700148005</id><published>2010-04-04T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:32:20.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Déjà vu</title><content type='html'>Oh the sense of familiarity. &lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow is back to school, i'm feeling kinda weird right now. Must have been 2 years of NS and now going back to school. I don't know but i think that i might enjoy tomorrow's 3 hours of lecture somehow. I plan to wake up like 2,3 hours earlier every morning so that i can squeeze in time to work out a little. So i gotta wake up at like 5 tomorrow? Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;I went to popular and bought a pen and a mechanical pencil and some writing paper. I hate that place so much. I don't know what's worst, the teeny booper chinese music they're playing or the stuff they sell there. So freaking neighbourhood bookstore. Irks me to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my baby is still somewhere in KL, i think. Oh i just wish i could have seen him a little while before going to school. Maybe hang out a bit. I miss him so.&lt;br /&gt;He even sent me an sms from a number in M'sia telling me that he misses me. How sweet. Aww baby, you making me miss you so much y'know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with the workshop guys yesterday. Joy and i actually wanted to maybe just hang out and have dinner, but she called the rest and they were able to make it as well. Terence too, ord personnel and now is taking the same course as i am except he's in like term 4 or something. Joy and i went to some street in bugis to eat, after which we met up with the rest and ate somemore at jalan kayu. Super packed to the max i tell ya. And after that we drove around pretty much all around the island, no joke. Punggol to sembawang, here and there. Punggol cause there's this world war II site and it's supposedly ehem, y'know. Actually sembawang there too. Unfortunately the conditions were just not right and it wasn't scary at all. And they ask me to drive to the place called devil's bend at old thompson road. It was hella winding and lots of curves and bends. I drove there once before when i lost my way. I just didn't know that they call it the devil's bend. Allegedly lots of people die there from racing. I came back really shacked after sending them back and that was around 5. I had fun and i miss those guys man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-7681294287700148005?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7681294287700148005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=7681294287700148005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7681294287700148005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7681294287700148005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/04/deja-vu.html' title='Déjà vu&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-3153150601963523415</id><published>2010-04-02T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T18:17:06.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolo Santosi</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5o0XOFrFOVI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5o0XOFrFOVI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the clip above! Kinda weird huh? A US game with a character's voice suspiciously like a singaporean. Actually it does sound like SINGAPOREAN! Hmm.. I have no idea why but why does Beatrice Chia's face pop out when i hear that voice? Someone have commented that it sounds like Rosie from PCK but yeah whatever dude.&lt;br /&gt;And why does this singaporean accent sound so low class? I have no idea why! Ok, the french accent is sexy, british accent is freaking cool, and even cantonese accent is funny but this singaporean accent is just classless, and kinda annoying if i may say so. And given our command of english here you might think that we'd make an effort to speak properly. The funny thing is that character's name is Bolo Santosi. Sounds spanish no? I can just imagine the game producers using one of those online name generator and throwing in an extra to voice over. And she was told to sound exotic and so she spoke like she normally would at the wet market buying fish. Y'know, cause the americans wouldn't know the difference. &lt;br /&gt;And i realise that we'd sound really silly if we tried to speak singlish with tourists. No wonder the Speak Good English campaign. It all makes sense now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-3153150601963523415?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3153150601963523415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=3153150601963523415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3153150601963523415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3153150601963523415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/04/bolo-santosi.html' title='Bolo Santosi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-8799957476018596920</id><published>2010-03-31T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:49:01.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New beginnings</title><content type='html'>Went for an orientation class this morning. Just 3 hours, i was surprising awake for most of the time. Must have been out of a lecture for too long, and the idea of being in one again is kinda interesting and exciting. T'was something about project management and i find that this kinda modules are not as boring as say, math or some engineering subject. Like last time in NYP i have communication skills, and i thought that was an interesting class, albeit with lotsa team presentation and group work. &lt;br /&gt;My class officially starts next monday, there's 3 hrs of lectures everyday from mon to sat. Apart from that we're supposed to attend computer/ revising/ tuition classes. I don't think they are mandatory, however with just 3 hrs of lectures everyday i doubt that it will sufficiently prepare us for the modules. And i was looking at the math course notes the other night. It must have been written by some rocket scientists or something cause i don't understand a single thing on the first page. Bugger. Should i be worried already? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will be this week that i don't get to see my baby, apart from the fact that he's doing duty tonight, he's leaving for KL in the weekends. How sad. Wish we could have at least met up during the weekend before my sch starts. Oh well. Another boring weekend at home. I think i'll feel a little blue without my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, in another unrelated news, as of now, i am officially 60 KGs! This is amazing y'know. Yesterday i swear i was like 62, and i don't know where the 2 KG went since i just weighed myself 1 minute ago after dinner. The 60 KG mark to me is super illusive, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack, or looking for that pot of gold under the rainbow, or hunting for albino gorillas in the desert. Y'know what i mean. I was never at any point in my life as heavy as 60 KG. Coolness. Yeah and i hope it's the muscle and not y'know, ahem, fats. And i decided to exercise more frequently, every week. Hopefully it shows. Actually, it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Million Dollar Baby on my computer again. I tell you, this movie is really good and has such a sad ending. The other time i watched it i cried, this time i did too. Funny huh? For me to cry watching a film. Ok technically i teared, and not cried. Tragic story. I was telling my baby via sms, and i think i gotta watch it with him one day. If you haven't you know what to do y'all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S7NCyiHuCqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tpAUKrjcBDg/s1600/Million_Dollar_Baby_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S7NCyiHuCqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tpAUKrjcBDg/s400/Million_Dollar_Baby_poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454777009595878050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I heart Hilary Swank.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-8799957476018596920?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8799957476018596920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=8799957476018596920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8799957476018596920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8799957476018596920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-beginnings.html' title='New beginnings&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/S7NCyiHuCqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/tpAUKrjcBDg/s72-c/Million_Dollar_Baby_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-2949656450011037992</id><published>2010-03-25T00:30:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T01:42:50.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Monday was our anniversary, or month-sary, for Baby and i. You may think that it's silly, y'know like who keeps track every month? But somehow we just make it a point to remember, though we wouldn't really celebrate. Even if baby can't meet me one that day, most of the time we'd just sms or call each other, to remind/ congratulate ourselves. Oh God, i'm missing Bee so much now. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was our 3 years and 7 months together. And that really says a lot doesn't it. I mean, 3 years mean so much and it's a milestone in itself. I know a few couples who got together around the same time as us and have since broken up. I just feel so blessed to have someone to depend on, count on, to rant on the phone, to tell my silly jokes to(he doesn't laugh at them for most part), to kiss and hug at night, to spend time with, dine, watch movies with etc.. I wouldn't know what to do without my baby i tell you. I'd be so lonely, so lost i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;And i feel terrible cause upon entering NS(LSU workshop to be exact) i've developed some kinda phobia i guess. You may wonder how does one get a phobia by entering the army. You have to understand that we are surrounded by straight, single(mostly), testosterone-ous males who are deprived of any resemblance of the female species in camp. Sure there are women, but those are old warren officers that most wouldn't even look at. And the guys in my camp, i mean they frequent thai disco and all that, they're always talking about girls. I consider myself bisexual, but given my lack of experience with girls(so far only been with my baby), i always say that currently i have a gf. That's just how it is and how it's always been, myself being in my own little world. And often i just can't relate to them, and there were instances where they were talking about sexual experiences with girls and i just feel so disgusted. I guess if i were straight i'd say exactly the same things, but being myself i just felt awkward being in their presence. And i am sick of myself for staying put, listening though i wanted so much to leave to excuse myself from this uncomfortable situation. Those were the day, the awkward moments and am i glad to have them behind me. And i am sick of myself for having to fabricate lies and a relationship that never existed whenever they're asking about my gf and all that. I feel sorry for myself to even have to do that and that's just wrong. I think i just can't stand up to the prejudice. So i guess i only have myself to blame?   &lt;br /&gt;So now you can understand why i feel paranoid whenever i go out with my Bee and refrain ourselves from displaying any kind of affection. Simple things like perhaps holding of hands and i'd be paranoid and just break it off should he initiate it. It's sweet, deep inside i love it that he's showing me affection however awkward it makes me feel. However a side of me just wanna pull aside cause we are in public. And secretly i just want him to never stop doing that, never stop showing me affection, even though on the surface it sure doesn't seem that way. I guess i really do and want to let my guard down at times, just be at ease with him. Of course all these are easier said than done, given that there will be people everywhere at all times, observing and judging us. &lt;br /&gt;I will slowly learn to not pay so much attention to others around us. That will take some time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Baby, happy anniversary to us. I love you so much. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've successfully applied for SIM. It's a Diploma in Management Studies. I'm just glad that there's still somewhat a path for me, however long it will take me. I just don't wanna throw everything down the drain again. Tomorrow's the orientation, at SIM Uni campus. I suppose there will be like a presentation kinda orientation, nevertheless i'm somehow looking forward to it. I've been cut off from the outside world for close to 2 months since i ORD, it's about time i get some fresh aaaaiiiiirrrr. And please God, don't let me screw this up again. For the last time. I really need this to work now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i've gotten a new phone! Kinda. It's my sis' actually. She's got a new one some time ago, and before i enlisted(a few years back) i got the same phone as her on the same day. Just that mine's a black one. It's a white N70 BTW, and it has a CAAAAMEEEERAAAA! I know, people take it for granted. It's just a phone with camera functions right? It's one of those things you only really miss when you enlist i suppose. Privileges that we NSFs are stripped bare of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i end this post with a fruity display of my affection. Because i love my baby so. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S6pHtOPGyvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RpMWCJYpmiE/s1600/6d2d17aafa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S6pHtOPGyvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RpMWCJYpmiE/s400/6d2d17aafa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452249141126548210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-2949656450011037992?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2949656450011037992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=2949656450011037992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2949656450011037992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2949656450011037992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/S6pHtOPGyvI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RpMWCJYpmiE/s72-c/6d2d17aafa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-1952912429896578011</id><published>2010-03-20T03:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T03:17:37.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy japanese commercials</title><content type='html'>Ha ha ha ok, so i tried to sleep at 1 but couldn't, so now i'm awake and youtube-ing so as to speak. I came across this video (don't ask!) and it's freaking hilarious. I'm laughing to myself in the middle of the night! I can't decide whether the dog's funny or scary, because he seems to be at least 1.8 m! All i know is that if a giant furry paw pats me on the shoulder i'd hang on to my privates and run for dear life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OainzQ0Z1-0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OainzQ0Z1-0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Calbee craziness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k3RhMCRP7Iw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k3RhMCRP7Iw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RjfQ8uIXSg0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RjfQ8uIXSg0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&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/30647534-1952912429896578011?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1952912429896578011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=1952912429896578011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1952912429896578011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1952912429896578011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/03/crazy-japanese-commercials.html' title='Crazy japanese commercials&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-2365572616236414311</id><published>2010-03-19T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:13:00.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh poor dog !</title><content type='html'>This poor puppy is a day away from being euthanized. It looks so cute y'know. Scruffy but luckily was being rescued in time. Think of all the poor animals at SPCA or animal shelters. In a perfect world, we would have no say over which of God's creatures lives or dies. So depressing this world that we live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Animal_euthanasia"&gt;Animal Euthanasia&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_LqSHfkLvHk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_LqSHfkLvHk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wanna go SPCA rescue a cat/dog doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-2365572616236414311?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2365572616236414311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=2365572616236414311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2365572616236414311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2365572616236414311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-poor-dog.html' title='Oh poor dog !&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-5326832536727430905</id><published>2010-03-14T22:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T23:35:23.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Well well, so today i finally met up with Sam, my old old friend from NYP. We were supposed to meet at 2, however i wanted to hang out with the workshop guys around that time so i pushed forward my appointment with Sam and met him at 11 instead. Unfortunately i guess they weren't that interested, or maybe they each had something on. We hanged out around town, watched "Green Zone" starring Matt Damon. I usually don't like this kinda war movies, but it has a plot and Matt Damon makes a convincing soldier no? Yeah i thought so. It was pretty good, i mean the action sequence and all. Oh and it has some conspiracy going on with the US government. Huh, who knew? It shows the time back in 2003, when Bush was still the president, and how intelligence people fabricated a lie to find a excuse to go into war with Iraq. Chase out Saddam, rule the nation. Makes a lot of sense doesn't it. I bet the truth can't be too far off. I mean IMHO, they call themselves the world's police, trying to safeguard the peace for every country, but in the end what are they fighting for? For their own purpose, gain and at the expense of the civilians? Do you know in war how many countless innocent lives are sacrificed just for political benefits? I'm no expert on war, but it doesn't take a scientist to figure out that all those lives sacrificed will never be worth whatever motive or reason behind it. I'm sorry i feel so strongly about this but war is unjust, unfair and uncalled for. If strikes/protests were not prohibited over here, i would have taken part. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough angst and anger building up. Anyway later in the evening i picked baby up and we went to Changi village to have some bbq dinner. I've been suggesting to have that, always sms-ing saying that i've got sudden craving for this and that. So finally today, after weeks perhaps months of procrastinating, i ordered some sambal stingray, kangkong and mussels. I'm not joking when i say every dish is good. Yums seriously. I ordered the smallest for every dish so it was just barely over 20 bucks, it was cheap but fulfilling. Up to the point where my stomach was about to explode after finishing everything. I think i might go down there again soon. :oD~~ (smiley's salivating if you don't get it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my left knee i really do. Seriously. Really hate it. I regret that time playing tennis with Danny, where i had hurt my knee and still played on vigorously. That probably is the reason why it's still giving me problem up until today. Y'know after that incident while i was still in NYP i had to abstain myself from playing tennis. I rested for 3+ months i believe. I was walking around with my knee wrapped up in bandages to restrict my knee's mobility. And, gradually it healed and no longer bothered me. Until recently at this army event at west coast park where we played this laser shooting game. I must have thought that i was Rambo or something cause i took it real seriously and i slipped. That's when it started to hurt. The pain would be on and off, sometimes i'd "twist" when i least expect. Like for eg. i'd be watching tv with my legs resting straight on the table. Then i'd put them down, and for some reason my left knee would "twitch" and hurt like hell. And that would be followed by 1-3 days of agony, with my knee unable to fully stretch straight and somewhere below the knee would hurt as i walk. I was seeing this chinese physician and was given only oral medicine as he mentioned that by massaging it would make it worst. So while still on the medication i'd still hurt it like perhaps once a week, making progress slow. And gradually( 3 weeks back) i was even able to play tennis and have played on 2 occasions, but last week i hurt it again while sitting cross-legged. Can you imagine? How my life sucks? Things you'd have taken for granted, like sitting cross-legged and for that i hurt my knee. Anyway the last episode was taken to new heights meaning the pain was pretty extreme, and enough to send me rushing to the polyclinic, asking for a referral to a specialist( which they did, unfortunately or not they referred me back to Jurong medical center). But my appointment's on 16th April which is more than a month. So i went down to Mount Elizabeth and went to see the orthopaedic specialist and she was like, "Are you sure about this? This is really expensive. I'll only go on if you agree to this". I soon realized that the 15 min consultation cost 100 bucks and the MRI she had arranged for me( tomorrow but i'm going to skip it) will cost 600 bucks. I mean, it's at Paragon no less y'know in the heart of orchard. Even though my dad has already given me money for it, it hurts to think that without subsidy i have to pay so much, when i can use the money on better things. Anyway, the pain factor now is around 3-5% and only as i walk, otherwise it pretty much doesn't bother me. So i've decided to wait for the government-subsidized appointment at JMC. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that sums up what's been going on these past few days. Worrying and stressing( no pun) over my knee. And so far the option of surgery has surfaced again, once again putting me in a dilemma. Does it hurt enough for me to want to go for it? Cause i know that as i age, this knee ain't gonna keep up. It's only a matter of time, and truth be told, i freak out at the thought of surgery albeit a simple one. Keyhole surgery they call it. But the thought of needles, knives, blood, pain will be the stuff of my nightmares. Damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5326832536727430905?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5326832536727430905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5326832536727430905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5326832536727430905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5326832536727430905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/03/today.html' title='Today&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-7778886513050734734</id><published>2010-03-04T10:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T10:39:30.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Phuket</title><content type='html'>I was watching this travel/adventure show on channel U last night that featured Julien Hee, another girl and guy. And they were at Phuket. Oh man when i saw the sights and sounds of Phuket i instantly thought of our holiday the other time. The endless stretch of beaches with the sunbathing chairs, the many shops cramped with souvenirs and food, the massage parlours and so on. Oh wow. The fun we had. And it seems they had more fun, since they went bungee jumping, para-sailing and all that. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm going back to Phuket on May i think, with my family. Supposed to celebrate chinese new year over there this year, but y'know my uncle passed away and so we had to postpone the trip to later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damnit yesterday i had a nasty nightmare thanks to www.rotten.com. You can check out that site it is NA$$$$TY. Has lots of gruesome pictures. I had a nightmare about something terrible happening to someone i love and i'm not going into details because i'm superstitious about that, and i don't want to think about that nightmare. Ahem. Excuse me while i make a mental note never to visit that nasty ass site again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something funny :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48cmwY8CbI/AAAAAAAAAPw/D8xyy36LI-0/s1600-h/header.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 375px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48cmwY8CbI/AAAAAAAAAPw/D8xyy36LI-0/s400/header.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444601926664325554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48cmgDHnyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/T2JU6XiFxYo/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48cmgDHnyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/T2JU6XiFxYo/s400/1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444601922277842722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48cl0HG-bI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vHlA5BVZfXY/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48cl0HG-bI/AAAAAAAAAPg/vHlA5BVZfXY/s400/2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444601910483417522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48cluOrBAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ws7pheJ2kEw/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48cluOrBAI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ws7pheJ2kEw/s400/3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444601908904526850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48ck0dIWuI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qg5iuzEwAwA/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48ck0dIWuI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/qg5iuzEwAwA/s400/4.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444601893395913442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48c96ipb2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/E7OX0auZYV8/s1600-h/5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48c96ipb2I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/E7OX0auZYV8/s400/5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444602324526395234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48c8oXmlTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SweqzIjsu2M/s1600-h/6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48c8oXmlTI/AAAAAAAAAQI/SweqzIjsu2M/s400/6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444602302468363570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48c8QahwtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/STNH9gySNTM/s1600-h/7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48c8QahwtI/AAAAAAAAAQA/STNH9gySNTM/s400/7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444602296038179538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48c73LtMyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xJ4L7zeBQ60/s1600-h/8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48c73LtMyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xJ4L7zeBQ60/s400/8.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444602289265128226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-7778886513050734734?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7778886513050734734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=7778886513050734734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7778886513050734734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7778886513050734734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-miss-phuket.html' title='I miss Phuket&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/S48cmwY8CbI/AAAAAAAAAPw/D8xyy36LI-0/s72-c/header.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-1275773935272448548</id><published>2010-03-01T09:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:30:30.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Synchronised  disobedience</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="370"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.liveleak.com/e/f54_1267203639"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/e/f54_1267203639" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="450" height="370"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny korean schoolgirls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-1275773935272448548?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1275773935272448548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=1275773935272448548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1275773935272448548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1275773935272448548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/03/synchronised-disobedience.html' title='Synchronised  disobedience&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-385711666445615503</id><published>2010-02-24T05:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T05:28:24.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastinator</title><content type='html'>Recently since i ORDed i've been sleeping so damn late. Like, the time now is 5 am, and i'm still online watching stuff on youtube. It's horrible cause my sleeping pattern's all messed up, and my biological clock must be malfunctioning cause even though i sleep more than 8 hrs+++ (sometimes even 10 or 12 hrs), i'd still be so tired. Arrggh. And it feels so useless just idling at home. I mean, i feel like i'm leading a meaningless existence. At least for the time being ok? Wake, eat, sleep.. REPEAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been procrastinating too much. These past few days i was supposed to sleep early, but i tried, and the earliest i managed to get into bed was.... 2:30 am. And half an hour to fall asleep which means i fell asleep around 3. Man, at this rate i'll be sleeping at 12 noon. &lt;br /&gt;And not just this. I wanted to start working out again but been postponing this for too damn long. I mean, i got my own dumb, bar bells at home y'know, so i could train by myself. The thing is, i bought those dumbbells and have not fully utilised them. Urggh. It's really frustrating because if you think about it, if i train on a daily/weekly basic, i wouldn't be the slim, thin or whatever guy that i am now! And you know what's more frustrating? I've been drinking this weight gainer thing on a daily basis(morning) and i KNOW i'm supposed to work out along with drinking it. And it's freaking expensive. But i can't help it. I just keep &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;pro-cras-ti-na-ting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Seriously i need some intervention man. Is there a cure for sloth-iness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to youtube-ing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-385711666445615503?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/385711666445615503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=385711666445615503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/385711666445615503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/385711666445615503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/02/procrastinator.html' title='Procrastinator&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-3872204784018612666</id><published>2010-02-22T17:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:35:36.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing 1.. 2.. 3..</title><content type='html'>Finally, i've changed the template (not done by me) of this blog and it looks better huh? I know it's been like.. close to a year since i last updated and honestly i don't know who comes here anymore, if anyone did in the first place. Before i went MIA. Heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a lot's happened since i last updated. Let's see.. well i ORD-ed and currently am waiting to start studying at SIM. That should be around April. I think. And no, i'm not looking for a job since that leaves me with slightly over a month before i start studying. So right now i'm just resting at home, i guess that explains the free time i have on my hands to work on this blog ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This html thing is a real bugger, and i've forgotten all my stuff i've learnt in the past. So for convenience's sake i downloaded a blog template and it looks fine huh? Pardon me and ignore the hugeass, corny cartoon pic above. I'll try to change it asap. Means tomorrow. Or some other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-3872204784018612666?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3872204784018612666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=3872204784018612666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3872204784018612666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3872204784018612666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2010/02/testing-1-2-3.html' title='Testing 1.. 2.. 3..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-2643007187613987596</id><published>2009-03-17T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:06:25.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/Sb-Zyj_bTBI/AAAAAAAAANw/-oopHbQ7Syg/s1600-h/Word_Puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/Sb-Zyj_bTBI/AAAAAAAAANw/-oopHbQ7Syg/s400/Word_Puzzle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314135179254254610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see! I really miss my baby SOOOOO much. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway my baby's gone to bmt, so we're going to be apart for ... 3 months. Oh ok we'll still meet in the weekends but, i miss you so much bee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i'm going back for my recourse also, soon but they haven't confirmed the date yet. Anyway it's gonna be like &lt;s&gt;only&lt;/s&gt; 7 weeks so it's not that bad. Right? This time no need to cut botak, which is such a relieve. Short, trimmed hair yes but silly, botak head no. And i hope they don't issue the new uniforms! We call it the new recruits algae-men btw cause it looks ... algae-ish. Gross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby mentioned that our KL/Genting vacation doesn't really feel like a real one. And i agree. How come? Must be that half of the time we were figuring how to get from here to there by coach and all that. Y'know next time, i'm going to so plan everything out. And probably travel by air, cause the travel time spent on coaches is such a waste. Why spend like 6 hours on a coach when you can like get there in 1 hour on a plane? And bloody hell our return coach was mthrfckg irritating with the bus driver smoking while driving and so bloody rude. We were made to wait like 1 or 2 hours on the bus and the driver was smoking some strong, smelly cigs. Bloody hell we paid for our tickets y'know dumbass malaysian pakcik. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway there's nothing much but i'll put up some pics soon cause for the last few holidays i didn't, and my com crashed and all the pics were lost. Damn sad la, our beautiful memories gone just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, please bear with my damn ugly background. I'm too lazy to start putting the template together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-2643007187613987596?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2643007187613987596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=2643007187613987596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2643007187613987596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2643007187613987596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2009/03/updates.html' title='Updates&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/Sb-Zyj_bTBI/AAAAAAAAANw/-oopHbQ7Syg/s72-c/Word_Puzzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-3992827781960076238</id><published>2009-03-02T21:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T21:47:37.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy</title><content type='html'>Ya la i know my blog's like damn messy and it's been like that for ... 2, 3 weeks? I was actually trying to upload a song into the background but it cocked up and this is the end result. Right now i'm trying to "find" a nice blog template online and i'm going to use the format. Really, really, really lazy right now, seriously wish someone would do it for me argggh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we're going to malaysia come this thursday. I've took leave for thur, fri and the coming monday. So one stretch we can go off for 5 days weekends included. And tentatively the place we're going is langkawi, fingers crossed. I don't really think we'll be going there since it's like 1 day away no joke. By train it takes around 14+ hours, by coach/ bus it's gon be worst. I wanna go somewhere by the beach y'know. Sun, sand, shore, sea, swim, snorkel, surf and everything that starts with an S. Whatever la. Genting doesn't sound too bad, though i've been there like 100 times. Ok la at least 3 times. Don't laugh. &lt;br /&gt;So... come thursday morning we're be going to JB and go somewhere by coach. Maybe we should throw a dice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my fishtank's alive again and there are now 3 goldfishes and 1 guppy. Why the one guppy? There used to be 6 but 2 died of natural causes and 3 jumped out of the tank for whatever dumb reasons. That was within 1 freaking day! No kidding. I'm starting to think maybe the fish hate me? Or maybe guppies are suicidal? My 2 other goldfish died within the week.&lt;br /&gt;My baby says that i'm a fish killer. That's a compliment y'know. I'm more like a fish serial-killer, or fish exterminator. And there's a reason why the goldfishes are alive. My theory is that they can't kill themselves by drowning so they can't die like that. And they're too plump/fat to leap out of the water to commit suicide guppy style. And i found my out-of-tank guppies all dried up. Can you imagine if the goldfishes managed to leap out of the water? One fat, golden, dried-up lump of ....&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha ha ha!!!!111.&lt;br /&gt;*Holiday mood*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-3992827781960076238?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3992827781960076238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=3992827781960076238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3992827781960076238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3992827781960076238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2009/03/messy.html' title='Messy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-6205427676594182002</id><published>2009-01-31T03:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:23:45.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aussie open 09 </title><content type='html'>Australian open finals once again! Whoo hoo. Ok, black sista's into finals once again and this is becoming a trend cause she won in 03, 05, 07 and this year is - 09. Yes. Anyway the quarterfinals match against kuznetsova was CLOSE and i thought serena was going out by the 2nd set but she's a true champ she fought her way back after they closed the roof due to the scorching aussie heat. I really feel like a traitor now y'know thinking that she was going out in the quarters. Poor russian didn't have a clue what's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SYNY1jMdhsI/AAAAAAAAANA/wYXPTMvUlfw/s1600-h/b_Williams_28_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SYNY1jMdhsI/AAAAAAAAANA/wYXPTMvUlfw/s400/b_Williams_28_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297175263721653954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SYNY1k3msHI/AAAAAAAAANI/Lk9gaBms0b8/s1600-h/b_Williams_29_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SYNY1k3msHI/AAAAAAAAANI/Lk9gaBms0b8/s400/b_Williams_29_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297175264171044978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SYNY106wNcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eolsvK0qz_U/s1600-h/b_williams_30_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SYNY106wNcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eolsvK0qz_U/s400/b_williams_30_01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297175268479219138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway serena's playing safina next who happens to be russian too. Safina's gonna be the underdog to win but i seriously doubt so. Serena's too pumped up, focused and has gone too far out to lose. It's gonna be an easy match(i hope) though a 3 sets match with serena eventually winning would be nice to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SYNY1wOkddI/AAAAAAAAANY/XhSOpxscxAM/s1600-h/b_safina_23_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SYNY1wOkddI/AAAAAAAAANY/XhSOpxscxAM/s400/b_safina_23_02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297175267220157906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today the sisters won the doubles title together. Look at how happy they are. And i just read that amongst female athletes serena alone(not including venus) has the highest career prize money record. It's like a staggering $23 million. Beating annika sorenstam the golfer. Can you imagine what you can do with 23 million?????????? ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SYNY2ZkV1SI/AAAAAAAAANg/8mKd4OY3a0U/s1600-h/b_williams_30_08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SYNY2ZkV1SI/AAAAAAAAANg/8mKd4OY3a0U/s400/b_williams_30_08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297175278317327650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SYNeqjcbFSI/AAAAAAAAANo/eBsL_PFpb-4/s1600-h/b_williams_30_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SYNeqjcbFSI/AAAAAAAAANo/eBsL_PFpb-4/s400/b_williams_30_10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297181671879808290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**Kaching! $23 million dollar smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6 align&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-6205427676594182002?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6205427676594182002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=6205427676594182002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6205427676594182002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6205427676594182002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2009/01/aussie-open-09.html' title='Aussie open 09 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SYNY1jMdhsI/AAAAAAAAANA/wYXPTMvUlfw/s72-c/b_Williams_28_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-2238735570891752884</id><published>2009-01-26T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:56:33.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is my birthday</title><content type='html'>Oh what luck. My birthday falls on the first day of CNY. I wasn't really expecting any presents except from my sis, which she "surprised" me with yesterday night. It was all tennis stuff, nike shirts, a cap, and socks. I knew she was going for the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;practical&lt;/span&gt; type of presents BUT the shirts are in size S and trust me i don't look good in size S. So i got the receipt from her and i'm going to exchange some of the stuff that don't fit. I know, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;practicality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But it was nice thought. She remembered my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HOW&lt;/span&gt; much i hate visiting during CNY right? I just happened to visit 2 houses today, got some red packets and i haven't calcalated how much in total yet. I don't know i didn't hate it that much today. Perhaps i wasn't visiting for the last few years? Anyway i stayed in one house from like 2 to 8 which is 6 hours and even stayed for dinner. That was reeally long man but i wouldn't say i didn't enjoy myself cause we played monopoly, pictionary, cards and timberrr. Yes it's spelled that way on the box. It's the log piling up game where you have to take out one log and put it at the top. So i guess with all that games time passed by pretty fast. And i did see some of my cousins who i lost contact with for like 50 years and i didn't recognise some of them. It's strange how only when i know who they are i really think of how they used to look like and how they've totally changed and bear no resemblance to their old selves. I felt like i've been living in a cave and emerging for the first time seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough CNY goosebumps tomorrow i'm sending my aunt(the nicer one) to her mom's house and after that i'll be going to xin house for steamboat. I swear my CNY has never been this hectic before but this is kinda fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok birthday. I'm not so narcissistic to put up a birthday wish list like some people do but i should probably have like some lists of things to improve upon/ complete before some blah blah date. I guess i'm not really that type of person who plans but y'know something interesting? According to dlisted.com(have been waiting for this for some time) i share my birthday with ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P ALIGN="middle"&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SX3bTLSp6wI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Vh9kwHILzqI/s1600-h/ellen-degeneres-sheen-cigarettes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SX3bTLSp6wI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Vh9kwHILzqI/s400/ellen-degeneres-sheen-cigarettes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295629859352603394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ELLEN DEGENERES!! Ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;I know it's not like she's angelina jolie or brad pitt or serena williams but she's funny ok? I've always thought that portia is lucky cause she gets to laugh at jokes coming from ellen. Or laugh at her or whatever comes first. Damn she's so funny and i love her show. &lt;br /&gt;Ok sing me a birthday song y'all. Didn't get to spend it with my baby this early, who is busy working. Wish we could have been together at the precise stroke of midnight.&lt;br /&gt;And, today i'm a happy 23-year-old. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-2238735570891752884?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2238735570891752884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=2238735570891752884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2238735570891752884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2238735570891752884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-is-my-birthday.html' title='Today is my birthday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SX3bTLSp6wI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Vh9kwHILzqI/s72-c/ellen-degeneres-sheen-cigarettes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-3746485952204157974</id><published>2009-01-21T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:30:22.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Win some, lose some</title><content type='html'>Ok so today i went for the match and was trashed in singles. THRASHED y'know in caplocks. The main reason was that guy was too good. Ok, so i lost big deal. I didn't have any expectations so when you dont have expectations you wont be disappointed. Makes sense right. I was really flat today, didn't really try to change my game a little tsk. I wish i could have done better, dunno maybe threw up some junkballs or sliced a little more. &lt;br /&gt;Ok that guy was good, i've been told his dad's a tennis coach and his sister is like a national player or something. Figures right. He hits really flat and i couldn't get used to his style. So he must have started playing since like young and obviously that's already an advantage over me. &lt;br /&gt;However, there are other factors why i lost too. We used new balls so i didn't get use to the way it bounced. And it's faster. Cause usually i play older balls which are slower and bounce higher. &lt;br /&gt;And the way we played the score is stupid. So the first to 9 games wins. As much as i wished that it was the best of 3 sets. So it was rather quick. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever la, at least i won the doubles match. My partner was this guy i knew from NYP last time. He was also in the school team. Next doubles semi finals match on the next wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i forgot to mention the other day i was in my friend's car and he hit a girl. She was flung into the air and his car got dent a little. That girl got sent to hospital in an ambulance the traffic police came. I was in the backsit and my gawd was that an terrifying experience. It's like at the moment of impact everything happens in slow motion. And we just sat there stunned for a little while before going out. She landed on her hip and fortunately not her head. I think she's korean and studies at ACS. And she got discharged at the same night. So i guess she's alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-3746485952204157974?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3746485952204157974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=3746485952204157974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3746485952204157974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3746485952204157974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2009/01/win-some-lose-some.html' title='Win some, lose some&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-3524233066862215146</id><published>2009-01-12T21:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:50:59.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ridiculous</title><content type='html'>Can somebody tell me how come it's so hard to get from the north to the south??? By public transport i mean. This is freaking ridiculous! There are 2 bus companies, SBS and TIBS, and i can't even find information online on how to get from yishun to harbourfront! The 2 mthrfckg bus companies are so ignorant and they only put up their bus information on each of their websites and it's so fckg hard to plan the route y'know. Damnit. This is so frustrating. I swear i spent almost an hour dumbly and futilely searching the dumbass bus websites. &lt;br /&gt;Lookie here! The helpful information i got from SBS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SWtKs6oSiFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/5Q31WlR0H30/s1600-h/map.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SWtKs6oSiFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/5Q31WlR0H30/s400/map.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290404322789722194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You may click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h6&gt; 163 mins? You might as well give me a slap on the face and tell me 2 hours 43 mins!!! Wtf??? I suppose SBS thinks it's funny if some poor, dumb guy search online and spend 3 hours on the bus from the yishun to harbourfront. Wouldn't it be more helpful if the 2 dumbass companies came up with one website that has information on the 2 different buses? Like i can transfer from a SBS to a TIBS bus. Y'know what i mean? It's fckg pointless and dumb to have 2 different bus companies with 2 different websites taking you all around the island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only partly the reason i'm so agitated. I've been trying to borrow my dad's car(through sms, asking face-to-face) but no means no. Damn i wouldn't be trying so hard and would have taken the stupid buses if the journey's gonna take less than 1 hour. And i can only go there after camp which is after 6 and God knows what time i'll reach there if i go by public transport. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously i hope somehow my dad gets for me a car soon. My life would be so much easier if i had a car. Someone from jurong camp once told me for him it's either he saves on cost, which is to go on public transport, or he saves on time, which is he rides the bike. What he said to me totally makes sense. Either you pay for the petrol, or you save money while wasting time on public transport. &lt;br /&gt;So yeah tomorrow i'm gonna take a cab just because i've got no choice. Shiteous bus companies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-3524233066862215146?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3524233066862215146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=3524233066862215146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3524233066862215146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3524233066862215146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-ridiculous.html' title='It&apos;s ridiculous&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SWtKs6oSiFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/5Q31WlR0H30/s72-c/map.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-148050835691291438</id><published>2009-01-10T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T16:37:00.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>As you know i'm now at nee soon camp and now i'm a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;clerk&lt;/span&gt; at the workshop. Technically i'm a technician but they need a clerk to replace another 2 who will be leaving soon so they picked me. And they're sort of asked me if it's alright for me and all that. I mean, i don't mind and had planned to be a technician for the rest of the 1 year plus but this is really, really cool. So now i don't have to sweat and i get to stay in the office doing paperwork. And i'm an air-con kinda guy cause the weather is so freaking hot even in january. I don't wanna imagine myself in june y'know. And it's rather slack too cause  usually there's little to do. So yeah, it's cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this guy who used to be from NYP(and now in ns as well) suddenly sms-ed me out of the blue to ask me if i'm interested in taking part in this SAFSA tennis open draw. I used the word "guy" cause i knew him but was not close enough to be considered a friend. And i used to find him extremely irritating cause i was in the NYP tennis open and he was my first round opponent. He used cheap "tactics" and annoyed the hell out of me during that time. Actually "tactics" is an understatement cause what he did was really rubbing his shoes making squeeky noises and whistling while i was about to serve. Can you try to imagine that? Someone ready to serve and everything's quiet and suddenly squeeky noises and whistles came out of nowhere. And he did that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;throughout&lt;/span&gt; the match. No class or whatsoever. Actually there's a class for that kind of people and it's called the "desperate and will do whatever to win" class. And surprise, i lost. And i knew at that time i could have won him easily given the way he played. That's what gets me most and i'm still so miserable typing this now. And luckily he's not in the singles draw this time round cause if i ever have to play him and he does that, my racket will just fly and that stupid whistling sound will be the last he'll make. And i'm smiling from imagining him choking on the butt of my racket. Ahahaha i'm so miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SWhcSYd5IBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZDjuu3PpW-I/s1600-h/draw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SWhcSYd5IBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZDjuu3PpW-I/s400/draw.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289579233221877778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm in the doubles draw as well and i'm playing with this guy that used to be from NYP too. And i've got to say he's pretty good. Hopefully i don't make too many errors and we'll win it together. I hope that all those who took part are noobs so i don't have a hard time or get frustrated or anything. Must be weird seeing the 2 of them again after so long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-148050835691291438?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/148050835691291438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=148050835691291438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/148050835691291438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/148050835691291438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2009/01/updates.html' title='Updates&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SWhcSYd5IBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ZDjuu3PpW-I/s72-c/draw.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-7585266175029761263</id><published>2008-12-21T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:53:46.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SU5as_GIh2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/AUQObMHdW7M/s1600-h/2516436975_d758709ae6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SU5as_GIh2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/AUQObMHdW7M/s400/2516436975_d758709ae6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282259141850072930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch the movie and it was quite good, you can never go wrong with a vampire theme- immortality, love, lust, forbidden fruit, good vs. evil, romance. All wrapped up in one. I didn't watch the Underworld sequel but i did watch the trailer for the 3rd installment and it looks quite interesting. The vamp movie starring Kate Beckingsale or something. &lt;br /&gt;Bee actually won the coin toss and had a choice between &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Yes Man&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Day The Earth Stood Still&lt;/span&gt;. In the end bee gave in to me just when i was about to pay for the tickets. Sweet surprises. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, my sister has the Twilight book maybe i'll borrow it after she's done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 is not a good age. Y'know the thing that childish people play like for eg. if your 19 and you turn the digits around and you become 91 that kinda silly thing you play when you're younger. Well i'm 22 and i'm still 22 no matter how you turn. It's like 11 or 33. So it has to be the perfect age and anyone who makes fun of you won't make sense right? But why do i feel so old? So unaccomplished. To think in around a month's time i'll be turning 23. &lt;br /&gt;What are my aspirations and my goals? Where do i stand financially? And emotionally? Do i have to be financially poor to be emotionally rich because i feel like i'm spending much more than what i &lt;s&gt;earn&lt;/s&gt; put in the bank. And what's after ns? Will i ever find the right person to settle down with? To have a future we can both see? I know nobody can answer these question except for me. And if i feel that if i don't sort out these thoughts my life will never begin. I don't wanna sit around waiting for my life to begin. Or pray that somehow everything will be fine eventually. That kinda feeling, that suspense really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin just went to Japan like last week and he had to come back this afternoon with his dad now in the hospital. He had to come back with his dad cause he had some kind of liver/kidney problem. The mom and the sis are still in Japan and i'm not sure when they're heading back.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, my mom told me over the phone and was her voice was wobbly. I know that she had been, or was crying over the phone. And when she returned she told me that in person that he's in the hospital. My mind was a blank - voided of emotions. Why? I was the only one who didn't cry at the funeral when my grandmother passed on. Someone asked me why i didn't cry. I suppose it'd be easier if i had pretended to. &lt;br /&gt;I even called and made plans with bee just now to go out cause i had a feeling that my mom will ask me go visit him in hospital. Right now my mom is staying over there to take care of my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Am i cold hearted? I just can't feel anything in my mind about this. How come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-7585266175029761263?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7585266175029761263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=7585266175029761263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7585266175029761263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7585266175029761263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/12/twilight.html' title='Twilight&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SU5as_GIh2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/AUQObMHdW7M/s72-c/2516436975_d758709ae6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-6360271543132903378</id><published>2008-12-19T19:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:16:30.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rihanna's concert 13 Nov</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;13 november, singapore indoor stadium. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok first of all i got to say rihanna's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; the performer la. Her presence on stage was electrifying. I know that's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;her show&lt;/span&gt; but i still wanna say that she totally owned that night and stole the show.&lt;br /&gt;I actually bought the tix from my sis who has this friend selling VIP area sits for like cheaper. Then i realised that it was an invite and thus the VIP seats like duhhh. Anyway it's VIP so the people who wanted to stand in the space in front of us got chased away by security. Damn the singaporeans. But i'm not complaining cause they blocked our view standing up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the show the stage was like cloaked in this black fabric so i was like thinking maybe rihanna's gonna come up from one of the exit below. Then they were playing the music louder and louder before the show and the people were screaming all of a sudden. I turned to look at the exit only to see this figure sashaying down. I swear i got fooled a few times already. I mean, it's rihanna y'know. Can't differentiate her from common folks? People even screamed with "womanizer" started playing. Hello? Britney's song? All fake rihanna fans i tell you. Damn the bubblegum pop preteens.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: the pictures were taken by my sister's friend. A lot of them were blur so i didn't bother to upload. All the vids and pics were taken by us i had to upload to youtube cause blogger vid takes such a long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtlPWSAXmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YCXNmMVxRK8/s1600-h/DSCN0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtlPWSAXmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YCXNmMVxRK8/s400/DSCN0923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281426302375583330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Before the show. This is our view of the stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtlPwclPrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bo3xpw481fk/s1600-h/DSCN0928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtlPwclPrI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bo3xpw481fk/s400/DSCN0928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281426309399264946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stadium starting to pack up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean fans are truly one-of-a-kind PITAs i tell you. The show was supposed to commence at 8 if i'm not wrong. At 8 plus people were still sashaying trying to find their seats. Even when rihanna showed up they were still taking their own time y'know. I'm pissed cause a few of them blocking the view of the opening act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtlQL6V90I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Xom30JIXa_E/s1600-h/DSCN0929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtlQL6V90I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Xom30JIXa_E/s400/DSCN0929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281426316771850050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And she goes .. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Bum bum bee dum bum bum bee dum bum"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtlQTeooeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GCyw7LGF_uE/s1600-h/DSCN0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtlQTeooeI/AAAAAAAAAKY/GCyw7LGF_uE/s400/DSCN0930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281426318803116514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DISTURBIA!&lt;/span&gt; "Bum bum bee dum"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to this point everything was perfect. The music was LOUD and THUMPING at my ears and everything was vibrating. And then, rihanna's mike failed. Seriously. Opening song y'know. But there was still music and the background singers and everything but just not RiRi's voice. Damn you know. I blame it on the backstage crew. For humiliating RiRi and raining on my parade. Or hers. I blame everything on the backstage crew. &lt;br /&gt;But, being the professional performer that she is, rihanna kept her composure while she was singing and at times trying to adjust the mike. You can go youtube find the vid la, i don't have it. &lt;br /&gt;Damn you useless backstage crew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtlQpd2w8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/OMZJKoQtFlg/s1600-h/DSCN0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtlQpd2w8I/AAAAAAAAAKg/OMZJKoQtFlg/s400/DSCN0931.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281426324705428418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Hellooooo?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtsyr_5DII/AAAAAAAAALQ/b_NJnDIpZyU/s1600-h/DSCN0933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtsyr_5DII/AAAAAAAAALQ/b_NJnDIpZyU/s400/DSCN0933.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281434606082002050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Disturbia, it's like the darkness is light. Disturbia, am i scaring you tonight".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtszMzsKrI/AAAAAAAAALY/HjA9Lkege5Q/s1600-h/DSCN0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtszMzsKrI/AAAAAAAAALY/HjA9Lkege5Q/s400/DSCN0934.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281434614889196210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Keeping her composure and dancing to the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtszoJF7eI/AAAAAAAAALg/XqOKDSnn_fc/s1600-h/DSCN0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtszoJF7eI/AAAAAAAAALg/XqOKDSnn_fc/s400/DSCN0936.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281434622226722274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And finally losing it. After whispering something to guitarist she struts offstage.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, to be fair to rihanna she did wait for like 1 min for the backstage crew to do something about it. They didn't so she went on to signal to them rather aggressively. Or as bee puts it "throwing a bitchfit". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtsz-1PVxI/AAAAAAAAALo/bFz8mFkyEYk/s1600-h/DSCN0938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtsz-1PVxI/AAAAAAAAALo/bFz8mFkyEYk/s400/DSCN0938.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281434628317468434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I swear rihanna's looking at me telling me to rock harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfMHnmfpITU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nfMHnmfpITU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My song of the moment! - "Live your life". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUts0J6gR-I/AAAAAAAAALw/7ijszjqccwk/s1600-h/DSCN0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUts0J6gR-I/AAAAAAAAALw/7ijszjqccwk/s400/DSCN0939.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281434631292340194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-"Breakin' Dishes". Head of dancer just exploded to rihanna's sheer vocals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JYZdcYRHHKU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JYZdcYRHHKU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-"Good girl gone bad". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtvNsZftKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aouShiRUJ3w/s1600-h/DSCN0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtvNsZftKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/aouShiRUJ3w/s400/DSCN0941.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281437269069116578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kickass rock chic outfit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtvN2tTrqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Gpw4xhqacPs/s1600-h/DSCN0942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtvN2tTrqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Gpw4xhqacPs/s400/DSCN0942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281437271836569250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;View from the back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/07AfpbkaRuI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/07AfpbkaRuI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-"SOS". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtvOWvwg5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/f2oe8nWSrYM/s1600-h/DSCN0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtvOWvwg5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/f2oe8nWSrYM/s400/DSCN0951.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281437280436781970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;On the big screen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kLSxo3shhG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kLSxo3shhG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;- "Pon de replay". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iasubkTANjw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iasubkTANjw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;- "Rehab". Damn nice song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtvPRVVVFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FV9oIs53Eic/s1600-h/DSCN0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtvPRVVVFI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FV9oIs53Eic/s400/DSCN0953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281437296163640402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Changes into another outfit. "Umbrella, ella ella, eh eh eh..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtvPxDtRRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LAyOXnnLUQQ/s1600-h/DSCN0954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtvPxDtRRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/LAyOXnnLUQQ/s400/DSCN0954.JPG" border="0" alt="" ="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281437304679646482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h6 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I can't hear you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the short vids. I wasn't the one with the camera man. &lt;br /&gt;And the last song was Umbrella of course. The song that really put her on the charts. Which was originally written for Britney but um, too bad. Okay i was already a rihanna fan but after this concert i tell you, i've converted into a even bigger rihanna fan. Serious. Biggest, baddest fan ever. Hardcore. Okay you get the idea. &lt;br /&gt;Rihanna rawks la. And i wanna go to another concert again. Come back rihanna!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-6360271543132903378?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6360271543132903378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=6360271543132903378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6360271543132903378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6360271543132903378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/12/rihannas-concert-13-nov.html' title='Rihanna&apos;s concert 13 Nov&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SUtlPWSAXmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/YCXNmMVxRK8/s72-c/DSCN0923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-5814739239401532276</id><published>2008-12-06T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:03:33.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy last few weeks</title><content type='html'>Ok, there were a few updates these past few weeks but my computer was down and i had to send it to repair. So i was without my laptop for like 3 weeks? I had to use bee's from time to time to access the internet.&lt;br /&gt;Acer's fcking lame cause it pretty much wasted a lot of my time. Seriously y'know. Ok, so the first time bee was kind enough to send it for repair for me. And after one week the repair guy(i assume) with the pinoy accent called and told me it was ready for collection. I went down only to be &lt;u&gt;5 minutes&lt;/u&gt; later than the closing time and the glass doors were closed. So i called the pinoy guy and he gave me a lot of rubbish about "company's policy", "i should have been early", "nothing he can do" that kinda stuff. He could have gotten his repairman ass down the counter and done something what. And save me the trouble of coming down again. Which he didn't and i had to collect it another day. &lt;br /&gt;I collected it the other day on a saturday. MY MISTAKE. The line was freaking long and all that waiting to collect a computer they can't fix. What the eff man seriously. And bee sent it for repair so i didn't have the receipt but luckily i've gotten down the receipt number. The 30+ to 40+ year old counter guy was hesitant when i gave him the receipt number along with bee's IC number, my IC and my telephone number. He saw my green SAF IC and asked if it's SAF property. What the hell. I was about to blow my top y'know cause he was like taking such a long time looking at my information and stuff. In the end he handed the laptop back. Lucky him. If it's been any longer my laptop flying would be the last thing he'd have seen.&lt;br /&gt;In the end i had to send it to funan to get it fixed. My hard disc was gone and it cost me $240. Or rather my dad cause i made him pay back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i've been posted to another camp now. Finally from that jurong camp hellhole. This camp, nee soon camp, is nearer and it's a lot more slack. Kinda like OETI and on some days even better. At times there really are things to repair but now's not the busy season. And there's an air-con office. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and this is like a highly classified section within nee soon camp. I had to sign a lot of documents on the first day y'know. The HQ and workshop are side by side and enclosed y'know. With fences and gates. It's classified. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oooooh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i went to Rihanna's concert!! I wanted to update &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SOOO BAAD&lt;/span&gt; but had to wait till now. I wanted to surprise bee la. Who thought we were going to avenue Q the musical. I've got pics and vids which i will upload on another post. IT'S RIHANNA! ALIEN PRINCESS! It's has got to be a separate post. I freaking love RiRi laaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5814739239401532276?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5814739239401532276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5814739239401532276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5814739239401532276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5814739239401532276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazy-last-few-weeks.html' title='Crazy last few weeks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-855005618549397412</id><published>2008-11-13T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:46:58.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise !!! </title><content type='html'>Bee doesn't know it yet but it a few hours' time we'll be at the indoor stadium at RIHANNA'S CONCERT!!! Oh my God this is insane. Exciting man. &lt;br /&gt;Surprise !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-855005618549397412?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/855005618549397412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=855005618549397412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/855005618549397412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/855005618549397412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/11/surprise.html' title='Surprise !!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-5714815112267086544</id><published>2008-11-05T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T23:13:17.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying not to sound political </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SRGryjIEhII/AAAAAAAAAII/RZwNJsY0gVk/s1600-h/imagesobama-hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SRGryjIEhII/AAAAAAAAAII/RZwNJsY0gVk/s400/imagesobama-hope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265178324283720834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm so glad Barrack Obama won the US president election. I mean, i don't follow the news and i dunno their policies are or what they stand for but basically Obama's all about keeping the peace, anti-war and bring a change to the world. And McCain's like the pro-war, greedy for oil, typical "patriotic" white american. Like please we already have Bush and it's time for a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SRGsDPvl__I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aVc7ziKCwj0/s1600-h/barack_obama_time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SRGsDPvl__I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/aVc7ziKCwj0/s400/barack_obama_time.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265178611138559986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humility. Obama cleans up after dirtying the table after the camera men had left. He didn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SRGsOuoBeCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/3WfBB07DbKg/s1600-h/2946522473_672d7eb10a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SRGsOuoBeCI/AAAAAAAAAIY/3WfBB07DbKg/s400/2946522473_672d7eb10a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265178808406865954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine. What would have happened if this guy had won? Geeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4WDjuiQmxA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k4WDjuiQmxA&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to get part of the action. Funny la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paris for president!&lt;br /&gt;At the Palms chillin' with a martini.&lt;br /&gt;Paris for president!&lt;br /&gt;Your commander in bikini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5714815112267086544?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5714815112267086544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5714815112267086544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5714815112267086544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5714815112267086544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/11/trying-not-to-sound-political-but.html' title='Trying not to sound political &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SRGryjIEhII/AAAAAAAAAII/RZwNJsY0gVk/s72-c/imagesobama-hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-7119051210506174674</id><published>2008-10-27T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:04:23.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy deepavali </title><content type='html'>Yes it's deepavali once again. Yay. If you're not in your saris and golden bangles with a pottu on your forehead then congratulations- it's a public holiday for you. A day of shopping, or resting at home. For me the latter cause i've got no plans with anyone. Which isn't a bad thing really.&lt;br /&gt;I watched some documentaries just now. 2 back to back in fact. One about vampirism(don't judge) and the other about faith healing. I dunno why such topics intrigue me instead of cute pandas or Steve Irwin or whatever they show on animal planet. Do you know there are people out there or rather modern day vampires who drinks human blood? That's just ... wrong. Of course they don't go around biting people, they have "willing parties" who offer their blood. It's still sounds wrong no? And that documentary on faith healing supposedly there's this brazilian guy who goes by the name of John of God or something and he has this place where he provides healings. It looked pretty incredible cause in some cases he just touches them and heals them. In others he performs "surgeries" to remove tumours etc. He's not a doctor and there's no anaestatic administered and the patients feel no pain. And there's little blood. And he uses his fingers to remove tumours. Weird huh? &lt;br /&gt;I think that it's weirder that i'm spending a public holiday watching whacky documentaries in the living room then being in my room. My mom can attest to that. She's like saying that it's nice that i'm outside accompanying her and not in my room. With the weather nowadays so bloody hot it's hard to step into the no air-con zone. My living room is like a furnace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i've gotten used to the constant sweating and dirty hands at camp. Those on the surface of my hands can be washed off but those under the nails are a PITA. Even now my nails are stained black underneath. With what i have no idea. Oil, grease, dirt, lubricant? Probably something SAF invented to make your hands dirtier and your life more miserable. And i dunno if there's such a thing/word, but i'm totally a face-sweater. No it doesn't involve walking around with a garment over my face. It means that i sweat a lot on my face. I mean i can run and run and my face will be soaked in sweat, but my body remains dry. So in my overalls my face will be all sweaty and body's pretty dry. I feel like pulling a xiaxue and saying i "coined" that term - "&lt;em&gt;face-sweater&lt;/em&gt;". Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also i finally bought one of those guitar tuning thing and at last got my guitar tuned. It sounds alright and FYI i can't play for nuts. I simply just go online and read the tabs and try and play. So far i've tried &lt;em&gt;Hey There Delilah&lt;/em&gt; it sounds ok and already my left wrist is getting a little sore. Like from just learning one song? This is pathetic. And gosh i can't read chords! There are so many songs written in chords!! Pathetic to the max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfACM-xB904&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YfACM-xB904&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this. HI-LA-RI-OUS. The lead dancer looks like a fried egg y'know. From the 60s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-7119051210506174674?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7119051210506174674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=7119051210506174674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7119051210506174674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7119051210506174674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-deepavali.html' title='Happy deepavali &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-6656645870103737520</id><published>2008-10-08T21:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:13:12.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NSFW</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/76B4hG_wLJs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/76B4hG_wLJs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever invented this doll must be some kind of a genius. That little thing moves! And i'm not talking about the limbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7tT5svImeo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E7tT5svImeo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited version. Ha ha. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-6656645870103737520?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6656645870103737520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=6656645870103737520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6656645870103737520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6656645870103737520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/10/nsfw.html' title='NSFW&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-3450074350295957496</id><published>2008-10-05T20:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:34:32.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That kinda sucky feeling</title><content type='html'>I hate staying at home during the weekends. Especially at night and &lt;strong&gt;ESPECIALLY&lt;/strong&gt; on sunday nights. I really hate it. Damnit i really hate feeling this way. It's like the end of the week and tomorrow there's the mthrfckg jurong camp. I feel so trapped, so helpless and sad. And this feeling sucks cause i get so pissed at every little thing and nothing makes it better. In a way i'm angry at my baby for dumping me at home and rotting, wasting away. Heck i'm so ridiculous i blame everything for causing me misery. I'm now in my room with the doors and windows closed cause my mom's watching some noisy taiwanese show(dumb, lame and noisy) and below there's some chinese funeral chanting thing. It's really fckg annoying la. &lt;br /&gt;So i really need to go out on the weekends and avoid staying at home. Seriously can't stand it. It's like the deafening silence. Or boredom. Y'know? &lt;br /&gt;And i know one thing that's gonna make me feel better. A phone call from my baby. Which i hope is coming soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess last week i had it easy, only went to the mthrfckg jurong camp for a mere 2 1/2 days. Out of the 5 working days. I could really get used to that. I really hate jurong camp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair to my baby we &lt;em&gt;DID&lt;/em&gt; go out on friday. Walking aimlessly more like it, i think someone's pissed at me for not having actual plans. We did catch &lt;em&gt;House Bunny&lt;/em&gt; though. Pretty bimbotic and meaningless, but funny. Yeah so after that we just walked around with nothing in mind.&lt;br /&gt;There's another new New Urban Male shop at wheelock. Out of the what? 1000? I always thought of that shop as very male-chauvinistic-y (if there's such a word), and most of the sales people have good bods &lt;s&gt;and i feel inferior standing next to them&lt;/s&gt;. Ok maybe just little. Fine i'm a liar. &lt;br /&gt;Our convo at wheelock's place went like this:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Baby: Bee look. Another new NUM shop (busy ogling).&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya i know it's &lt;em&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/em&gt;! Bee let's boycott it ok? Don't even look inside.&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey. They have new slippers!&lt;br /&gt;-goes in and after 20 mins proceeds out with purchase of slippers-&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I just find it quite ironic. I don't have a strong will i tell you that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis's flying off to Bintan with her bf. I don't get it. She asked me a million questions about Phuket, Thailand the hotels/places of interest/food but in the end settled for another country to visit altogether. And she went on to tell me how secluded it really is and how cheap it is to get there. And she said the accomodations are expensive though. Feel like going there man. Another holiday perhaps. I hope she remembers my souvenir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little less moody. From blogging of all things. Maybe it's got to do with the funeral. It's stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-3450074350295957496?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3450074350295957496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=3450074350295957496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3450074350295957496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3450074350295957496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-kinda-sucky-feeling.html' title='That kinda sucky feeling&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-5785813031537918645</id><published>2008-09-27T11:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:04:02.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday</title><content type='html'>Okay i've removed the tagbox cause this blog is like dead already. I dunno whether i'm busy or lazy to come online to blog. Probably both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camp right now is kinda sucky at the moment cause we only fix cars and that's what we do all day long in the hot midday sun. No air-con, no fan. I think i got really used to being in the hydraulic room in oeti where there's air-con. Sigh. I now know why they called it heaven back then. This place must be hell. &lt;br /&gt;And not to mention the dirt. We go on top of the vehicles, below, by the sides. I just can't keep my fingernails clean cause at the end of everyday our hands will be stained black with fuel. It's damn filthy. I just can't imagine myself doing this for the rest of the 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;Can't. Take. It. Anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i blog it seems like i've got some kind of angst going on. But today ... i feel great. Nothing to do since my baby's busy with something i forgot what it's about. I'll just stay at home all day. Oh and i slept for like 10 plus hours. Seriously great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried but the wireless LAN thing just &lt;strong&gt;does not&lt;/strong&gt; work. Usually i just plug the main cable straight into my computer but my sis who has been bugging me for months wants me to fix it up so both of us could use. Both of us. Usually she's the one who's able to get connection and i'm the one who's always having trouble staying online. So i was fed up and moved the router to my room beside my computer. &lt;strong&gt;Beside my computer&lt;/strong&gt;. You'd think that it's gonna be damn lewis-hamilton fast right? No way. Same old shitty connection. Argh i'm sick of using it. End of story. I'm sticking with the main cable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i think singapore government has to much money to burn. F1 race has never taken place at night. I think it's really dumb since at night beside the glaring lights they put up you can't see anything. No scenery no nothing. And it's at marina for god's sake. At least let the camera take up some sea scenery. I still think it's dumb. Who besides my dad (occasionally) watches F1 anyway? It's a money generating propaganda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5785813031537918645?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5785813031537918645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5785813031537918645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5785813031537918645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5785813031537918645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/09/saturday.html' title='Saturday&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-2515422061866229177</id><published>2008-09-16T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:48:56.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SM_UpaqcyZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xM_XAF_t_lg/s1600-h/caption0909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SM_UpaqcyZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xM_XAF_t_lg/s400/caption0909.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246645898907011474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, have to do the presentation for tomorrow &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt; and this made me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-2515422061866229177?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2515422061866229177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=2515422061866229177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2515422061866229177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2515422061866229177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-because.html' title='Just because &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SM_UpaqcyZI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xM_XAF_t_lg/s72-c/caption0909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-9170937581669678461</id><published>2008-09-14T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:55:00.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy sunday</title><content type='html'>Today was special. Came home in the afternoon and only my mom was at home. She went out soon after that so i was left alone to cook my own dinner. Spaghetti with mushroom cream sauce, snow peas, bell peppers, prawns and sausages. I put in like 10 mini sausages and 10 prawns no kidding. I have no idea why my mom stocks up the fridge so much. It was tasty and kinda delicious cause that's when you cook your own food. I can cook pasta really, as long as there's canned tomato/mushroom sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it feels like bloody long since i last blogged. And all this while i've been absent it feels like one chunk of my life went missing. Like i have to struggle to recall what i've done last weekend, and the one before etc. Is this normal? Seriously. I remember doing one weekend guard duty, and that sucked cause it took up my one whole weekend. I could have slept all day, watch movie at home, go out etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'll be leaving this Ayer Rajah camp soon. Y'know this camp is the best ever. I know i'll miss the "slackness" cause all we do is idle around. Officially we'd have graduated as "technicians" but i'm guessing we'll be clueless once we enter a unit. Wednesday's our last day there fyi. I hope i won't be posted somewhere far that involves more than one bus ride. And i don't like the mrt. Or more than 45 mins to get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and i stayed back on friday till bloody 10 plus to help out with the mooncake festival thingy. I don't understand why SAF would bother with lame stuff like this. We carried chairs and tables and all that stuff so after a while there was nothing to do so person1 and i went up to the locker room and he was playing my psp. So i was just beside watching. After a while they went below in the open area hanging up lanterns. It must have been around 15 mins to half an hour before person2 called me to call us down. And we went down and everyone was giving that look, like we're working why are you resting? Honestly i couldn't be less bothered and if i could have my way i'd rather rest while you all work like slaves and do your stupid shit. So person2 asked us blah blah where were you and added "it's your buddy who asked me to call". I just kept quiet, for a while. Then i said something to the effect of "it's just hanging up a few lanterns, we carried the heavy chairs and tables already". And then to person1 i said "looks like someone's been complaining". &lt;br /&gt;This celebration thing is dumb. In exchange for our help we're given next tuesday off. I told my dad to pick me up and he waited for an hour cause we had to wait for the dumbass guests to leave to clear the chair/tables/rubbish. I felt kinda bad. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's one thing to have someone complaining behind your back and it's another to have that person be your buddy. I'd never do something like that to him man. Maybe a call/msg to get me down personally yes. To get someone like person2 to call? I bet he must have talked smack behind my back. I've lost faith in humanity already y'know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my platoon i'm the archive ic (don't ask, it's stupid) so i gotta compile all the pictures for the various events that have taken place within the 3 months and come up with a presentation. Friday's the deadline but everyone's busy and all so i think when i go back tomorrow without the presentation it'll be really weird. Btw i have not worked on it yet and currently im contemplating whether to go tomorrow or come up with an mc. There's no more lessons anyway and i know when we go there we'll just spend time talking/playing psp. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-9170937581669678461?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/9170937581669678461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=9170937581669678461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/9170937581669678461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/9170937581669678461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/09/lazy-sunday.html' title='Lazy sunday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-6471748537754129627</id><published>2008-09-01T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:14:18.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These happy 2 years of my life</title><content type='html'>22/08/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our 2nd year anniversary! Yeah i know i'm 10 days late but still 2 years together is quite a big deal right? And for that we went for a holiday aka honeymoon in beautiful Tioman. The 3 days alone with my baby was - absolute bliss. I'll have a post of that later maybe i'll upload some pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been wonderful being with you baby. All the lovely memories i'll forever hold them close to my heart.  &lt;br /&gt;Love you so much, baby dear.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SLvqR8Zw-QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/b0le44sXV30/s1600-h/lgpp31181%2Bsummer-love-kissing-at-sunset-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SLvqR8Zw-QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/b0le44sXV30/s400/lgpp31181%2Bsummer-love-kissing-at-sunset-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241040185368574210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-6471748537754129627?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6471748537754129627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=6471748537754129627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6471748537754129627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6471748537754129627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/09/these-happy-2-years-of-my-life.html' title='These happy 2 years of my life&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SLvqR8Zw-QI/AAAAAAAAAHY/b0le44sXV30/s72-c/lgpp31181%2Bsummer-love-kissing-at-sunset-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-8658500261243548266</id><published>2008-08-18T20:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T21:50:07.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet cemetery</title><content type='html'>My background music's nice huh? Its "Look After You" by The Fray by the way. I've downloaded the entire album and have yet to listen to every song. Somehow i dunno why, imeem as in the music player's only playing my song from halfway. The song's got a nice beginning y'know. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As predicted my attempt at keeping fish is a ... disaster. It used to look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SKl2BwVwEiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wXpLAzHT_fs/s1600-h/11082008733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SKl2BwVwEiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wXpLAzHT_fs/s320/11082008733.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235845814322991650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;em&gt; healthy tank &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SKl2Cmatx5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/tjhckpIRhUw/s1600-h/11082008735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SKl2Cmatx5I/AAAAAAAAAHE/tjhckpIRhUw/s320/11082008735.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235845828839327634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;em&gt; closeup &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make a guess how many fish survived. &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;. One pathetic goldfish. It's like a joke y'know. Of all the many fish just ONE survived. One pathetic joker. Argh ... It's frustrating. I just can't keep any fish/plant alive. I even bought the anti-chlorine thing it just didnt' work. They still died all the same. Well, it was fun while it lasted. Seriously i should consider those virtual fish aquariums on the screensaver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. 4 more days. Unbelievable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-8658500261243548266?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8658500261243548266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=8658500261243548266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8658500261243548266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8658500261243548266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/08/pet-cemetery.html' title='Pet cemetery&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SKl2BwVwEiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/wXpLAzHT_fs/s72-c/11082008733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-4233660031924879289</id><published>2008-08-09T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:30:22.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbly mood</title><content type='html'>Okay, the NDP sucked once again. But then since when did i enjoy watching it? Ha. And no i wasn't watching it. I didn't make it past 5 mins. It was &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; horrid. I was watching the army guys and it was rather lame cause they had their camo-cream on. Y'know the black, green cream on their faces. Erm, is this NDP or jungle training ? Nice move, really primitive. They don't look smart at all. Anyway i was sitting down eating dinner and watching them and could only imagine the discomfort they must have felt. Kinda deja vu-ish. &lt;br /&gt;And i was watching some BBSS-ians perform and they had on this gold outfit with spiky helmets and dancing rather retarded-ly. I never could get the meaning or what the outfits are supposed to represent. All of the NDP outfits. It really makes me wonder how &lt;em&gt;the designers&lt;/em&gt; come out with such hideous ideas and actually have the atrocity to make the poor &lt;strong&gt;children&lt;/strong&gt; put it on. Yes children in case you haven't notice. It's like free labour cause only children are dumb enough to put on those fugly costumes and erm perform. And whassup with my fellow BBSS-ians anyway? They look pretty fugly themselves too. Maybe &lt;em&gt;the designers&lt;/em&gt; looked at them and got their inspiration. I mean, midgets with specs. I was thinking to myself &lt;strong&gt;i had better not looked like that&lt;/strong&gt; but shit who am i kidding. I &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; exactly like that. Specs and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i spend ND watching 2 movies. On my computer actually. Alone and kinda sad. This was actually a day without plans so it's pretty cool. Just chill out. I watched &lt;strong&gt;Jumper&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Knocked up&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Knocked up&lt;/strong&gt;'s ok, kinda funny but that guy seriously is irritating. I felt like punching his beer belly cause his character is really annoying. So he's either a really good actor or he's just plain irritating. &lt;strong&gt;Jumper&lt;/strong&gt;'s really cool. Wish i could jump too. And if i could i'd probably be robbing banks too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really need to tidy up my room. It's really messy now and has been like that since forever. And it doesn't feel alive at all. I used to keep this huge ass tank with lots of fish and water plants but they're all gone now. It's the feeding y'know. I just feed them too much. They just bloat up and look cute and tasty so the big fish just ate them up. Anyway having an aquarium is just too much work. Think tomorrow the plan is to go to some fish farm and get a small tank. I'm thinking maybe a fighting fish cause it's damn convenient and you only need to change the water like once in 2 weeks? But a mini aquarium with a pump and little fishes is so tempting. We'll see. I actually haven't been to the fish farm for some time. My dad used to bring me there with my sis when we were little. That was then. &lt;br /&gt;Actually come to think of it every living thing i tried to keep in my room died. Fish, the cactus from ikea and plants too. &lt;em&gt;Shudders&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-4233660031924879289?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4233660031924879289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=4233660031924879289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/4233660031924879289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/4233660031924879289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/08/bubbly-mood.html' title='Bubbly mood&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-4647989413151110867</id><published>2008-07-29T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:43:42.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SI8dkhBk0KI/AAAAAAAAAGk/itKsMXpTKFc/s1600-h/imagesmore-20pudding-20please-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SI8dkhBk0KI/AAAAAAAAAGk/itKsMXpTKFc/s400/imagesmore-20pudding-20please-thumb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228430205577908386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's racial harmony day or something. Supposed to come in &lt;em&gt;traditional costume&lt;/em&gt; or something. I'm just going back in civilian clothes. I think it's going to be a whole day of &lt;s&gt;lame stuff&lt;/s&gt; celebration. &lt;br /&gt;And, thursday's half day off and friday whole day off. &lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-4647989413151110867?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4647989413151110867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=4647989413151110867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/4647989413151110867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/4647989413151110867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy.html' title='Happy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SI8dkhBk0KI/AAAAAAAAAGk/itKsMXpTKFc/s72-c/imagesmore-20pudding-20please-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-3245740326543205259</id><published>2008-07-26T04:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T05:52:51.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Heh look at the time(4:45am). No don't worry i'm not having a case of insomnia or neither am i sleeping late. I actually came home ate dinner and slept. Ya that's like 7 plus and i woke up around 3 plus, which works out to 8 hours. I don't feel tired. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;All this time since i woke up till now i was photoshopping this google satelite map of segar road. Reason being there's &lt;em&gt;this guy&lt;/em&gt; who can't find the way to the tennis court at segar online and doesn't want to take the risk and in the end get lost. Like how big is bukit panjang right? Anyway here is my masterpiece if you even bother to take a look. Damn detailed masterpiece. I expect him to drive blindfolded there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SIo-NZ1teAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1LgS-WWhHzc/s1600-h/map+segar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227058717512267778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SIo-NZ1teAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1LgS-WWhHzc/s200/map+segar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit. I realised that bus 963 is &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; packed to the max in the mornings. It passes through like 7+ schools(no joke!) and some JTC factory and whatnot. There's assumptions, yusof ishak, river valley, nan hua, ITE (there's 2!), NUS blah blah ... Seriously i can never get a seat on the bus in the mornings because there are so many damn students. Some are familiar faces you see every morning but most are repulsive-looking preteens and they make you wanna puke just by looking. And the JTC factory. I don't know what the hell they manufacture there but without fail there will be like 10+ workers on the bus. And they are not just any normal human-being no they're not. They like nigerian sprinters all of them. Especially the aunties kind. I swear if there's a seat at the end and one of them is at the entrance of the bus, 3 seconds and zffffft! she will be on the seat and already adjusting aircon so that it blows at her and noone else. Typical singaporean behaviour. So classless and sickening. That's auntie behaviour number 1.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's auntie behaviour number 2. The pretend kind. Like eg. someone got up and auntie number 2 will in a microsecond stand either on the left/right of the seat and put a hand on the other side of the seat rail and &lt;strong&gt;pretend&lt;/strong&gt;(keyword) to hold on when in fact she's blocking the way to the seat. And auntie number 2 will take her time, &lt;strong&gt;pretend&lt;/strong&gt; to be looking out for people more worthy of the seat than she is(perhaps frail old people, handicap etc) and when there's none(obviously) she will humbly sit her ass down. Auntie behaviour number 3 is damn irritating and everytime someone does that i swear i wanna stick needles into his/her face. &lt;br /&gt;Auntie behaviour number 3 is sort of a failure attempt. And sort of a sore loser. Auntie number 3 will apply all she's learnt from 10+ years of bus-riding and make a dash for a seat and perhaps use the hand-on-the-seat and try and secure a place. Of course she will fail because you have already taken the seat. Then, to hide her embarrassment for the dash-and-stop failure attempt she will look at you like she's a roman goddess and totally deserves the seat. But in her little auntie mind she's rolling her little auntie eyes and scoffing at you. Yes sounds familiar ? I dunno how many times have i seen that happening.  &lt;br /&gt;Fellow singaporeans! Have more class and be gracious! Gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn i really feel like a morning jog now. I think i woke up just in time for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-3245740326543205259?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3245740326543205259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=3245740326543205259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3245740326543205259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3245740326543205259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/07/updates.html' title='Updates&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SIo-NZ1teAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/1LgS-WWhHzc/s72-c/map+segar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-5852709113057157399</id><published>2008-07-23T00:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T01:16:21.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First things first</title><content type='html'>&lt;FONT COLOR="7CFC00"&gt;H&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="4B0082 "&gt;A&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="FF8C00"&gt;P&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="228B22"&gt;P&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="FFD700 "&gt;Y&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="7CFC00"&gt;2&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="4B0082"&gt;3&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="FF8C00"&gt;rd&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="228B22"&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="7CFC00"&gt;A&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="4B0082"&gt;N&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="FF8C00"&gt;N&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="228B22"&gt;I&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="FFD700"&gt;V&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="7CFC00"&gt;E&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="4B0082"&gt;R&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="FF8C00"&gt;S&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="228B22"&gt;A&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="FFD700"&gt;R&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="7CFC00"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;Y&lt;FONT COLOR="4B0082"&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt; &lt;FONT COLOR="FF1493 "&gt;!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="FF1493 "&gt;!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT COLOR="FF1493 "&gt;!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha. Childish jelly beans colours for our 23rd anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;I know it's &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; our &lt;em&gt;23rd&lt;/em&gt; month together but it feels like a decade already. Wow. Coming to &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; years already baby. &lt;br /&gt;I know i say it a lot of times, but after all the rough times we've made it this far. Through it all i'm just so glad and blessed to be able to be with you, to stick by your side. Seems like a lifetime ago that we got together, the date - 22/08/06.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait when the clock strikes &lt;em&gt;12&lt;/em&gt;, for our &lt;em&gt;2nd&lt;/em&gt; year anniversary together. &lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love , love u baby&lt;br /&gt;22/07/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5852709113057157399?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5852709113057157399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5852709113057157399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5852709113057157399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5852709113057157399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-things-first.html' title='First things first&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-5103243174205382178</id><published>2008-07-06T04:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T06:09:48.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister act part III</title><content type='html'>So wimbledon this year was another all sisters' affair, all williams' finals. Yeah, it's about time. The last all williams finals at wimbledon was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 years ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I have to say though despite playing close to their best tennis and having reaching the finals they had relatively easy draws. The top seeds &lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt; (Ivanovic, Sharapova, Jankovic) were knocked out by unseeded players and so they didn't post much of a threat to the sisters. Nevertheless, it was a good finals cause they're the fastest and they hit the hardest. And i love them. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway people always say that all williams finals don't produce good tennis. Which is to say that its a family affair and therefore dad gets to make the decision as to who's going to win. If that's not insane i don't know what is. Okay if i've to play for the wimbledon title aka - the oldest, most prestigious tournament in tennis, i'd do whatever it takes to outplay my opponent be it my sister or brother. Come on who doesn't want to win? Not even my dad/coach could tell me to lose to my siblings. That just doesn't make any sense. It's inn-saane.   &lt;br /&gt;And in case you were wondering about the title of this post, this is the third time for a williams-williams wimbledon finals. And the williams sisters took back the doubles title too. So yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SG_sKOi_wLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bsCMfTAg6Vk/s1600-h/wd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SG_sKOi_wLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bsCMfTAg6Vk/s200/wd.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219650153593422002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SG_sKBbaCWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hn9YwTTqYJ8/s1600-h/de.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SG_sKBbaCWI/AAAAAAAAAGE/hn9YwTTqYJ8/s200/de.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219650150071929186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SG_sKXmczhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HbZ9xG36T0w/s1600-h/utitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SG_sKXmczhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/HbZ9xG36T0w/s200/utitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219650156023827986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SG_sKYSjhFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UBPFResXc-s/s1600-h/erfd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SG_sKYSjhFI/AAAAAAAAAGU/UBPFResXc-s/s200/erfd.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219650156208817234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And kids nowadays for so bloody fortunate. Like for eg. my baby cousin who is like just primary &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; and has been bugging me all day long to add her on msn. Which i didn't because i couldn't stand to entertain her because she's like that kind of person who will call to bug you &lt;em&gt;589&lt;/em&gt; times a day if you just for once pick up the phone and entertain her. And can you believe it according to my sis she actually does type on msn and can sms and do whatever IT-savvy stuff. God kids these days y'know. I bet she has uploaded some youtube channels teaching you how to operate the iphone's many functions and at the same time dancing to Hi-5.&lt;br /&gt;And her brother had a phone since primary &lt;em&gt;4&lt;/em&gt; or something and it's like one of those modern ones with camera function. And my first one was like sec &lt;em&gt;4&lt;/em&gt; or something and it's nokia 3410 if i'm not wrong. It's a simple basic nokia phone. Kids nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, saturday i slept for like &lt;em&gt;12 hours&lt;/em&gt; again and when i woke up it felt soo damn good. It was like the epitome of a good night's rest. Y'know those mattress commercials where the actors in their pajamas wake up all smiley and yawning with arms outstretched? Yeah i swear it felt like that this morning. Since wimbledon and french open back to back i've been sleeping so little perhaps &lt;em&gt;3, 4 hours&lt;/em&gt; on average. And in camp i'm like a zombie/living dead and i just doze off during lectures in camp. Can't help it at all. Sleep deprivation gets worst after a while y'know. I felt so giddy and light-headed sometimes. Urrgh i'm gonna get at least &lt;em&gt;7 hours&lt;/em&gt; come next week. &lt;br /&gt;My current platoon is so bloody international. Out of the &lt;em&gt;21&lt;/em&gt; people we have like more than &lt;em&gt;10&lt;/em&gt; china people, an indian national and a malaysian. Like what the hell? Is this &lt;strong&gt;singapore armed forces&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;em&gt;united armed forces of the world&lt;/em&gt;? If there's a riot us singaporeans in the platoon will be the first to die. Ha the irony. But the platoon preeety okay i think. Except for one ah beng and one mat who happens to be buddies. They're just downright annoying, childish, retarded, noisy, attention-seeking PITAs and sometimes i swear i just imagine myself punching their gawddamn faces to shut them up. More of them another time, don't wanna ruin my night just thinking about them. *Swears crudely and spits* PITAs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5103243174205382178?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5103243174205382178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5103243174205382178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5103243174205382178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5103243174205382178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/07/sister-act-part-iii.html' title='Sister act part III&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SG_sKOi_wLI/AAAAAAAAAF8/bsCMfTAg6Vk/s72-c/wd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-2383273706156823070</id><published>2008-06-26T00:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T01:41:00.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Right now i'm on an auto technician course and i was posted to Ayer Rajah camp. Somewhere in clementi. Basically that means i'm being trained to repair automobiles like trucks, tanks etc. I think so. Someone told me it's like one of the slackest camp around, so yeah i'm kinda glad. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway the course takes around &lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt; months, and its a stay-out kinda thing which means i get to go back everyday. Yeah yeah that's the most important thing. And there's a direct bus. Whoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually really looking forward to this saturday. My friend has gone back to malaysia so no morning tennis, and someone's gonna be busy in the afternoon. Good. I'll have the &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; day to myself and my plan is to sleep early and wake up late. I barely get enough these days (&lt;em&gt;4+- hours?&lt;/em&gt;). Also watch matches (wimbledon's on) from evening onwards like nobody's business. It's &lt;em&gt;myyyy time&lt;/em&gt; now. I feel like just switching off the phone and be like marooned in my little world except my pathetic phone is just gonna sit there and catch dust cause somebody's not gonna call or message anyway. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever la i don't give a rat or any other rodent's ass whether you call or not. I'm so tired of demanding so much from you, qualities that you simply dont possess. So tired of trying to initiate a conversation when you obviously couldn't be less interested. &lt;br /&gt;And i've been wreaking my brains out thinking of the what-ifs. I just don't wanna have to regret anything in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-2383273706156823070?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2383273706156823070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=2383273706156823070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2383273706156823070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2383273706156823070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-617303324116787508</id><published>2008-06-22T23:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:55:37.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow i need to report for Signals course. Sigh ... It's another monday-to-friday-in-camp-and-weekends-book-out kinda crappy course. Whatever. Which course isn't crappy. I can't believe the time from my posting out of tekong till now has been around  &lt;em&gt;6&lt;/em&gt; weeks. &lt;strong&gt;JUST&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;6&lt;/em&gt; pathetic weeks. Then on another hand it's kinda fast cause during the  &lt;em&gt;6&lt;/em&gt; weeks i get to go back every night. And it just flew by. And then now this, course starts, stay in camp. It just completely ruins my mood today y'know just by thinking about it. Sucksss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shitty NS aside and moving on to better stuff. Okay, supposedly the plan for this morning was Pulau Ubin (no not tekong) from dusk till dawn. Supposed to wake up in the morning. But being the babirusas that we are we didnt wake up till - &lt;em&gt;12 noon&lt;/em&gt;. So in the end we ending up watching a movie, as usual. Downtown east this time. The indoor ferris wheel is kinda nice, sets the mood when the blinking lights goes round. Anyway its not somewhere i wanna go often given the location so close to changi ferry terminal aka &lt;em&gt;gateway to &lt;s&gt;hell&lt;/s&gt; tekong&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Ha. And we saw groups of army boys at the pasir ris bus terminal going to tekong. Waiting to take the &lt;strong&gt;slowpoke&lt;/strong&gt; shuttle bus to CFT and the &lt;strong&gt;slowpoke&lt;/strong&gt; ferry and book in at tekong. Notice the emphasis on the &lt;strong&gt;slowpoke&lt;/strong&gt;. NS needs to do something about their transport man. Somehow i can't help but feel a bit sad for them y'know. Like i'm here and you're there. I'm heading home and you're booking in. Kinda sadistic i know. Weird sense of deja vu. And all of them have something in common - tummies! Lol i'm not kidding y'know. I guess they have to go through &lt;em&gt;6&lt;/em&gt; months of BMT? Ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie we watched was &lt;em&gt;Zohan&lt;/em&gt;, i know that's not the full name but its so hideous i can't be bothered typing it out. I swear if i hadn't slept that much the previous night i'd have started snoring. It's really baddd y'know. I dunno what i was thinking when i agreed with my baby to watch that. I should have been stern and done an Amy Winehouse - &lt;em&gt;"NO, NO, NOoo ..."&lt;/em&gt; Okay, that was lame. But seriously hollywood is so bloody stereotyping ethnic people man. Tsk tsk first Borat and now this. Maybe only stupid white americans would pay to watch this kinda crap show. Not funny at all.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6BN5ekdUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/63YZhoPewQI/s1600-h/imagessolitaire-2drobbery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6BN5ekdUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/63YZhoPewQI/s320/imagessolitaire-2drobbery.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214747494308934978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm being deprived of having fun since NS begun. Sometimes all i can think about is the holiday at Phuket we had and sometimes that's all i could think about. IMO it's the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; holiday i ever had y'know. I have no idea why. Maybe its the freedom, the beaches, the nightlife, the time alone with my baby. I was talking about this the other day with my sis and i went wild, talking for like at least &lt;em&gt;10&lt;/em&gt; mins nonstop. What you can do, the places to go like i'm a salesman trying to get her to go there with her boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawwwwd. I'm so stressed out. I really, really &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; a holiday to unwind right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6IMas-Y9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/JuedwfvTGCo/s1600-h/CIMG2867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6IMas-Y9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/JuedwfvTGCo/s320/CIMG2867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214755165449380818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;em&gt; on the plane &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6ILUr030I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0UMYSksRtDc/s1600-h/23012008676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6ILUr030I/AAAAAAAAAEU/0UMYSksRtDc/s320/23012008676.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214755146654080834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;em&gt; hotel pool &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6ILkk9h8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/8geYG-XvLQM/s1600-h/23012008673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6ILkk9h8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/8geYG-XvLQM/s320/23012008673.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214755150920255426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;em&gt; paradise &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6IL8cGHWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yIFv_X693qA/s1600-h/23012008678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6IL8cGHWI/AAAAAAAAAEk/yIFv_X693qA/s320/23012008678.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214755157325520226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;em&gt; our romantic suite &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6IMmjwQkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GdCRYJvk9pg/s1600-h/CIMG2771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6IMmjwQkI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GdCRYJvk9pg/s320/CIMG2771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214755168631931458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;em&gt; ferry to phi phi island&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6LsfoGX0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ro8lWlUv_7Q/s1600-h/CIMG2782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6LsfoGX0I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ro8lWlUv_7Q/s320/CIMG2782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214759015061806914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;em&gt; random caves &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6Ls7bUSGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tJALOqm5Ff8/s1600-h/CIMG2765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6Ls7bUSGI/AAAAAAAAAFE/tJALOqm5Ff8/s320/CIMG2765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214759022524385378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;em&gt; crystal clear waters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6LtV0Qw-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/-9anyd_tbdM/s1600-h/CIMG2799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6LtV0Qw-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/-9anyd_tbdM/s320/CIMG2799.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214759029608334306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;em&gt; exotic phi phi islands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6LtwJWXxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8bcIjcAPtLM/s1600-h/CIMG2816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6LtwJWXxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/8bcIjcAPtLM/s320/CIMG2816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214759036676103954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;em&gt; curious fishes all around us &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6LuAywrCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lHvFtit9tNw/s1600-h/CIMG2832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6LuAywrCI/AAAAAAAAAFc/lHvFtit9tNw/s320/CIMG2832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214759041144761378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt;&lt;em&gt; we are happy! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-617303324116787508?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/617303324116787508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=617303324116787508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/617303324116787508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/617303324116787508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SF6BN5ekdUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/63YZhoPewQI/s72-c/imagessolitaire-2drobbery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-976568609210089168</id><published>2008-06-16T00:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:44:18.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lousy internet connection</title><content type='html'>Okay, i just got back from a jog. Havent done it in like decades, and man does it feel good. Its like .. satisfying. Apart from the fact that my left knee was aching like mad, and i feel like one of those old folks desperately trying to keep fit and run with those bandage-like sleeves on the knees. And that kind of feeling - sucks. I do really wanna run y'know, just dunno how long this &lt;em&gt;problematic knee&lt;/em&gt; will hold up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my internet connection's pretty bad. Somehow i cant download from rapidshare, limewire, ares, and &lt;s&gt;kazaa&lt;/s&gt;. And right now im using bittorrent for everything - songs, movies, games. Can you believe it im using bittorrent for songs? If you dont already know, if you gonna use bittorrent you download artist's songs by the album. &lt;strong&gt;The whole album.&lt;/strong&gt; And it takes a bloody long time. And that still doesnt explain the lousy internet connection. Maybe i've got a virus and someone's stealing my bandwidth. Spying on me, stealing my computer information. A scary thought! Need to download anti-spy software soon.&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know this song by Sam Sparro - &lt;em&gt;Black and Gold&lt;/em&gt;. Its my blog's background music. And very addictive no? I can imagine it playing-it-the-club that kinda music, and its quite sexy y'know. The tune that is. Okay, okay, i've found my anthem for now. And you gotta listen to it. Its my anthem ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "new" season of ANTM is out. And as usual channel &lt;em&gt;5&lt;/em&gt; had to be slow in airing those new season reality shows. Honestly, the only reality-show/contest programs i watch now are ANTM and &lt;em&gt;So You Think You Can Dance&lt;/em&gt;. And i doubt i'll stick around watching SYTYCD. Its like &lt;em&gt;American Idol&lt;/em&gt; - only the first few auditions episodes are funny. I only watch cause dumbass americans are so damn retarded, funny and entertaining. But some really could sing/dance. Yes back to ANTM. Y'know the point in watching these reality shows is to not know whos the winner, till you see it for yourself who wins in the finale episode. And my baby, had to &lt;strong&gt;accidentally&lt;/strong&gt;, and for the second time, reveal to me the winner. So annoying right. Urgh ... Anyway, Saliesha's good so IMHO she deserves to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i swear the missing girl's name is Gaia. &lt;strong&gt;THE&lt;/strong&gt; original Gaia. Before mother nature and all. I know i've seen it somewhere, maybe in the ads they pasted all over east coast park. Here - &lt;a href="http://findfelicia.blogspot.com/"&gt;findfelicia.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Click if you dont believe me read and you will see that her name is Felicia/Gaia.&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda sad la when people go missing. I mean of all places singapore right. Arent we like one of the safest countries in the world or something. And everytime you go into mrt stations you see missing people's ads all over. They couldn't have just disappeared right? They must be out there somewhere. Such a disturbing thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-976568609210089168?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/976568609210089168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=976568609210089168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/976568609210089168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/976568609210089168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/06/lousy-internet-connection.html' title='Lousy internet connection&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-5901942099967192160</id><published>2008-06-09T23:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:55:57.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature has a name</title><content type='html'>And i dont even know about it. Until now. It's ... &lt;strong&gt;GAIA&lt;/strong&gt;. Ha ha so funny. Like &lt;em&gt;kaya&lt;/em&gt;, but we gotta &lt;strong&gt;"save gaia"&lt;/strong&gt;. Since when does mother nature have a name? How come i dont know about it? I think it's some greek goddess or something, so as to make it sound more exotic or something. Seriously though, i was laughing when i first heard it. It was like &lt;strong&gt;GAIA CRAZE&lt;/strong&gt; a few days ago, everyone went nuts with saving the environment, or rather saving gaia, what you guys calling it now. &lt;br /&gt;Funny how when people are doing environmental unfriendly stuff like extracting oil, clearing of forest, they dont mention - gaia. Only when they wanna doing something good, out comes &lt;em&gt;gaia&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my baby and i got really sick of hanging around town, marina and all that, so we decided to do something different. So this past weekends we went fishing and hiking. It was different but fun. Whole new experience. We went fishing last, last weekend at east coast, and oh the irony. We didnt catch anything except for the inedible ones - pufferfish, &lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt; to be exact. And we &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to let them go, since they're inedible. Its was fun la, but we got burnt. Not as bad as back in Phuket, but now my back is okay and my arms are still peeling. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;And we went hiking too. Bukit Timah. Nothing too adventurous to handle but we were walking through those forest trails and we scaled down some seriously treacherous rocks. We were the only ones doing it, it seemed people knew how treacherous the path was and avoided it. &lt;br /&gt;The monkeys seemed to be less? I just saw &lt;em&gt;1 or 2&lt;/em&gt;. I remember going there when i was little and there were monkeys everywhere and people feeding them. Must be the imposed fine thats keeping people from feeding them. &lt;br /&gt;It'd be nice if we do this on a weekly basis. Every weekend or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5901942099967192160?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5901942099967192160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5901942099967192160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5901942099967192160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5901942099967192160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/06/mother-nature-has-name.html' title='Mother Nature has a name&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-2063747629008734078</id><published>2008-05-28T03:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T00:56:19.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>Started reading the book, &lt;em&gt;"Insomnia"&lt;/em&gt; by Stephen King and its ironic because now at &lt;em&gt;3 plus&lt;/em&gt; i still cant sleep. I tried, listened to ipod on low volume and all that stuff, and gave up after an half hour. Its that kind of irritating feeling la, when you're tired but just not sleepy. Rather than toss and turn, i'd rather do something constructive like going online. &lt;br /&gt;Now's french open season but sadly the last matches of the day ended, neither is starhub replaying the day's earlier matches. Which means they're playing soccer on every damn sport channel, which is because more people watch it, which translates to more viewership. More viewership means more money. &lt;strong&gt;Duhhh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer is boring to watch, alongside darts, pool, bowling and golf. I dont understand what the &lt;strong&gt;big fuzz/ obsession&lt;/strong&gt; is about. One plus hour of watching just for a few goals? Doesn't sound interesting at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things are finally looking brighter. &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; weeks into my &lt;em&gt;oot&lt;/em&gt; status, and i'm finally posted out. Which means - no more shitty chores. I'm being posted to Stagment Camp, which is a relief, the camp itself is just a few stop away from my house if i take bus &lt;em&gt;#190&lt;/em&gt;. Location is too good too be true, of course it'd be better if i can go back every night. Right now i can only pray, and imagine the freedom if that really happens. I'm a signals operator, whatever that means. And no baby, it doesn't involve waving of coloured flags k, meanie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i do miss my room so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-2063747629008734078?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2063747629008734078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=2063747629008734078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2063747629008734078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2063747629008734078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/05/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-6050871576461006488</id><published>2008-05-24T23:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:16:26.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still not dead</title><content type='html'>Its damn unfair. Today's a saturday and i came back in the afternoon and i've got to book in tomorrow evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh? So we only got 1 pathetic day off for the whole of 1 week - which is 7 days? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously man, this shitty schedule &lt;strong&gt;has&lt;/strong&gt; got to stop. Now that ive officially &lt;em&gt;oot&lt;/em&gt;-ed, its bloody unfair to us, the &lt;em&gt;oot&lt;/em&gt;s, because we're held back doing nothing. I mean, i understand if there's training. But there's no training for us what. What's really the point in keeping us for one more day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since i've &lt;em&gt;oot&lt;/em&gt;-ed, i have more free time. Besides handling the daily mundane, redundant "chores" of setting up water points and ice-bags and whats-not. So i brought my psp and &lt;em&gt;"5 People You Meet in Heaven"&lt;/em&gt; to camp. The psp with just a single battery if you use sparsely, i realise is not enough. I think i need to get another battery, since there are rules against bringing chargers into camp. I'd have smuggled chargers, if they hadn't threatened us with confinement for every single rules and regulations they created. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;The book was damn nice, i didnt manage to finish it the other time. Its ... meaningful. Sad, and it really made me think. What if heaven was not a paradise, but simply just a place where &lt;em&gt;5&lt;/em&gt; people, whose lives you have drastically changed, explained to you the reason for your earthly being?&lt;br /&gt;And this author - Mitch Albom, wrote the other more famous book, &lt;em&gt;"Tuesdays with Morrie"&lt;/em&gt;. I think i will go and get it. This is also about death, or dying, so its kinda interesting la, IMO. Emotional wreck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true y'know, NS really changes you. You really treasure your family, freedom a lot more. For some reason, i feel more and more detached from the life i lead outside NS. Its consistent with every book-out. The first &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; weeks i was miserable, but now im like ... settling down? I actually &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; adapting to the isolation, away from the people i care for the most. Seriously, this is scary y'know. More than half a week is spent with my bunkmates, i think i'm used to getting on my own, being on my own. A month ago i'd imagined myself falling deeper and deeper in love, as &lt;em&gt;"distance makes the heart grow fonder"&lt;/em&gt;. But now i just feel like i'm not even trying to make things better, always screwing up and making our dates intolerable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby dear, we're &lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt; months shy of our &lt;em&gt;2nd&lt;/em&gt; year. How fast time flies! I hate myself for feeling this way, but the &lt;em&gt;distance&lt;/em&gt; that makes our hearts grow fonder, could also make us drift apart. Hopefully not, and i do miss you so much. &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-6050871576461006488?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6050871576461006488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=6050871576461006488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6050871576461006488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6050871576461006488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-not-dead.html' title='Still not dead&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-933117409542367754</id><published>2008-05-09T01:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T02:15:59.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived the horror called - fieldcamp</title><content type='html'>Wheeeee. It has been almost a month already, since i entered NS. Seems fast, yet its so damn painfully slow everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok im back at home only cause theres another of the &lt;em&gt;SPF&lt;/em&gt; interview tomorrow, except this time its more like a medical checkup. They can do anything to me, but please just dont draw my blood. Seriously i got the blood phobia, anything to do with blood. And i got phobia of needles too. So please ...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And there's the fieldcamp. Hmm. Its not as tough as i expected it to be, but still its tiring, exhausting. Y'know that kinda experience, memorable but so mentally and physically exhausting, when you think back and you're glad to have gone through it, but at the same time you wont want to do it again. Yeah, thats how i feel about the fieldcamp anyway. &lt;br /&gt;In short, within the &lt;em&gt;6 days&lt;/em&gt; i have :&lt;br /&gt;-not showered the entire time&lt;br /&gt;-navigated &lt;em&gt;2 days&lt;/em&gt; in the forest in pitch darkness&lt;br /&gt;-built &lt;em&gt;basha&lt;/em&gt;(spelling?)/a tent for &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; and slept in it&lt;br /&gt;-dug a shellscrape(a coffin-like hole in the ground) for &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; days and managed to sleep in it&lt;br /&gt;-gone through the physically-draining but fun BIC with live bullets over head&lt;br /&gt;-practised rifle drills with blank rounds&lt;br /&gt;-gotten blisters all over my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall its fun i guess. Nights were most beautiful, there's little or no light at all at Tekong at night. So you can see the many stars in all their glory as you lie in your shellscrape. Learnt a lot of stuff, probably redundant in civilian life. Right now my back is aching, cause of the fieldpack that weighs like &lt;em&gt;10 kg&lt;/em&gt; but feels like a hundred. Yeah we have to carry that, apart from the rifle at all times. Tsk tsk they're just trying to make it so much harder y'know, make it more difficult for us. Commanders are screaming their asses off at us every second, and we're constantly doing push-ups, crunches, jumping jacks and whats-not. Food wasn't so bad, combat ration that looks like pet food, but tastes surprisingly good. And they're packed in this square, plastic pouch thing, supposed to be fibre-free so you dont shit so much. Whoever got the idea man. Sick in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just glad i got through this fieldcamp thing. I heard in BMT its like the toughest or something. So if you can survive the fieldcamp you can survive the rest of BMT. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man im so physically and mentally drained. I so need a massage right now. Volunteers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SCNC9Ln3IHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/K6hc7OpcSNc/s1600-h/imagessuicides.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SCNC9Ln3IHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/K6hc7OpcSNc/s320/imagessuicides.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198072013775118450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-933117409542367754?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/933117409542367754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=933117409542367754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/933117409542367754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/933117409542367754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-survived-horror-called-fieldcamp.html' title='I survived the horror called - fieldcamp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SCNC9Ln3IHI/AAAAAAAAAD8/K6hc7OpcSNc/s72-c/imagessuicides.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-2178781085428276987</id><published>2008-05-02T14:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:17:25.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>The time now is -- &lt;em&gt;2:45 pm&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In around &lt;em&gt;2 hours&lt;/em&gt; time i'll be leaving singapore island again. &lt;br /&gt;Damn sad la ...&lt;br /&gt;It sounds weird but, everytime im at tekong i swear it feels so damn long. But every i book out it feels like the time at tekong just flew right by. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway after booking in we'll be doing the field camp. Ya, thats &lt;em&gt;soo exciting&lt;/em&gt;. We cant bring our phones, that is insane man. No sms, no phone calls. No civilian items. I suppose they're trying to make it as realistic as possible, like in a war. Seriously the size of singapore if you think of it. One atomic and we're all be gone. &lt;br /&gt;And for the whole of &lt;em&gt;6 days&lt;/em&gt; we're not allowed to shower. Or rather we have to replace water with powder. Or take &lt;em&gt;powder baths&lt;/em&gt;. Imagine all the sweat, grime, dirt together with body odour after the &lt;em&gt;6&lt;/em&gt; days. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and we're supposed to put on this green and black cream thing on our faces, for camouflage. And we're not supposed to wash it off for the whole of the field camp. &lt;br /&gt;Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urrgh, this whole NS thing is driving me really nuts. Imagine for like &lt;em&gt;5&lt;/em&gt; days every week your life is in total chaos, madness. Rushing from here to there, no free time. Then suddenly for &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; days what normalcy thats left of your life returns, you find time to relax a little. And after that its chaos again. &lt;br /&gt;At least this is what i feel man. Im still trying to get used to this kind of life. Obviously i dont like it, but what choice do i have right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my baby's birthday is coming soon! Im excited. In less than &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; weeks actually. Please ok beebee, dont think im in NS and i dont have time to prepare for it. Ha ha ha. Most likely we'll celebrate a happy belated birthday. &lt;br /&gt;Sigh, i do wish to spend more time with you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SBq_6Flvw1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lOr-O8dZcp8/s1600-h/wondercandle-love-im.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/SBq_6Flvw1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lOr-O8dZcp8/s200/wondercandle-love-im.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195676124779103058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-2178781085428276987?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2178781085428276987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=2178781085428276987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2178781085428276987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2178781085428276987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/SBq_6Flvw1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/lOr-O8dZcp8/s72-c/wondercandle-love-im.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-2049792685998691929</id><published>2008-04-26T09:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:16:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back!</title><content type='html'>Whhheeee!&lt;br /&gt;Its been &lt;em&gt;2 weeks&lt;/em&gt; since ive been gone and i miss so many things! My baby, my bed, my room, computer, parents ...&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I miss freedom so much. So many things ive taken for granted man. Its until you lose it till you know who you really love. I never thought i'll miss my parents y'know, but i did. I missed my mom.&lt;br /&gt;Now's still ok, starting to get used to this kind of meaningless, hectic, scheduled, stressful, disciplined lifestyle. There's a lot i would give up, just to have my old life back man. Its a torture chamber there. &lt;br /&gt;And its stressful cause im sleepwalking again. I only sleepwalk when im stressed in the day. As a result i cant get enough sleep, and im usually tired. &lt;br /&gt;I really hope somehow during the weekend before i book in, some tsunami would crash on Tekong and reduce every inch of that torture chamber to rubble. Ha ha ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details on life over there later. I know im not supposed to blog about anything this classified but who cares man. I seriously dont give a f***.&lt;br /&gt;Right now i so need to go out with my baby. So NEED to have fun. So need to relax. &lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends too man. &lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-2049792685998691929?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/2049792685998691929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=2049792685998691929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2049792685998691929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/2049792685998691929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='Im back!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-5106971577932436290</id><published>2008-04-09T09:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:06:14.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day</title><content type='html'>Of freedom! &lt;br /&gt;My god, the last month seems the fastest. I swear it only feels like a week or two.&lt;br /&gt;By tomorrow morning i'll be shipped off to Pulau Tekong, and there i'll be imprisoned for &lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt; weeks! Cant come back for the first &lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt; weeks or something. So stressful man !!!&lt;br /&gt;And after the first &lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt; weeks i get to come home on the weekends or something, not that it makes much of a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it feels like another chapter of my life is about to begin. No more school, part-time job. Now its NS, and after that -- work. &lt;em&gt;Wooahh&lt;/em&gt;, hold on, it feels like just yesterday i was sec &lt;em&gt;4&lt;/em&gt; you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of part-time job, ive quit River Island like &lt;em&gt;1 &amp; 1/2&lt;/em&gt; weeks ago. It feels good. To be slacking at home/going out/chatting online &lt;em&gt;24/7&lt;/em&gt;, basically to choose what i feel like doing. &lt;br /&gt;I've been working there more or less &lt;em&gt;10&lt;/em&gt; months now. The ups and the downs, no doubt its the colleagues there who made it all worthwhile. &lt;br /&gt;And there are &lt;u&gt;the people i cant stand&lt;/u&gt;, also &lt;u&gt;the people i share no common topic with&lt;/u&gt;. The people i share no common topic with are the ones i cant talk to, and usually if they initiate a conversation it would end in an awkward silence, resulting in either one of us walking away ratherly un-glamorously. Ha ha ha. These people arent necessarily people i dislike though. We just cant &lt;em&gt;communicate&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And the people i cant stand, the PITAs, the a**h**es. I'd love to put their names down and list down one-by-one the things i dont like about them. But whats the point, you know. I probably wont be seeing these f***ers again, they're no longer my problem. &lt;br /&gt;But in short, working retail has been fun. At the end of the day its tiring for sure, but not as tiring as say, working &lt;em&gt;FnB&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Sighh, i guess that the end of the chapter, under the &lt;em&gt;Study and Part-time Jobs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant get over the fact that im enlisting tomorrow. And i havent read the list on what im supposed to bring, needless to say i havent packed. My room is still in a mess, and theres so much to do. I still need to go out with my baby later in the afternoon, spend quality time together, and tonight i need to come back, sleep early because tomorrow im supposed to report at &lt;em&gt;8:30 am&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like superman already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Damnit, baby i'll miss you so so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5106971577932436290?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5106971577932436290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5106971577932436290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5106971577932436290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5106971577932436290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-day.html' title='Last day&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-1095282825805877316</id><published>2008-04-02T11:19:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T16:10:45.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New template</title><content type='html'>Ive been wanting to do this since forever, and i finally did it and got myself a new background. Similar layout though. Kinda nice ya?&lt;br /&gt;This time i spent less time(a few hours?), just created the picture at the top with the help of photoshop, and edited the html a little. It still looks kinda simple the picture? Maybe i'll edit it somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm into the last week of freedom. So sad! &lt;em&gt;8&lt;/em&gt; more days and i'll be throw into &lt;em&gt;prison&lt;/em&gt;. Bye bye freedom.&lt;br /&gt;And havent been seeing a lot of my baby lately, we're each busy doing our own stuff. I just hope we can still find time for each other before its too late.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully. &lt;strong&gt;:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these past few days ive been sleeping and waking up early. Im not an early morning person, just that been tired at night these few days.&lt;br /&gt;But this morning was exceptional, cause i was woken up. Why???? ----- The f***ing banglas are at it again. They're drilling god-knows-what again, even right now as i type. I set my alarm for &lt;em&gt;10:30&lt;/em&gt;, and i woke up at &lt;em&gt;9&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Sharp&lt;/strong&gt;. Its like they planned to wake the entire block up by &lt;em&gt;9&lt;/em&gt; in the morning. Its damn annoying the banglas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with "the gang" yesterday night, or rather my colleagues. Maz, Shaqinah, and Zahidah. Yesterday night's rendezvous was &lt;em&gt;Hooters&lt;/em&gt; at Clark Quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/R_MEyBd2uGI/AAAAAAAAADc/QLoa7X-tPaA/s1600-h/abt_us_groupImg.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184492853467199586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/R_MEyBd2uGI/AAAAAAAAADc/QLoa7X-tPaA/s320/abt_us_groupImg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;i&gt;The hooters girls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See all these &lt;s&gt;hookers&lt;/s&gt; hooters waitresses? What you see here is what you get. Their uniforms are really those &lt;i&gt;xxxxs&lt;/i&gt; sized tank-tops and super duper small, tight shorts. Ha ha ha i sound so mean, when they're actually nice and friendly. &lt;br /&gt;The ironic thing is, though this is in singapore, the waitresses speak with accents/broken english(some). Like huh whats up with that? They're supposed to represent Hooters Singapore? &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, despite having eaten dinner prior to that, i order this cheese steak thing. Cheesy, served on bread. Its de.li.ci.ous. And ordered something Maz recommended, &lt;em&gt;bicardi-something rum&lt;/em&gt;, because im such a noob when it comes to alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;Heh heh heh. That was fun. Everytime &lt;strong&gt;the gang&lt;/strong&gt; gets together, there will be non-stop gossiping about work! Non-stop !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/R_MaKhd2uHI/AAAAAAAAADk/7lUAHlDlKIg/s1600-h/IMG_0403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/R_MaKhd2uHI/AAAAAAAAADk/7lUAHlDlKIg/s320/IMG_0403.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184516364118177906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= center&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;&lt;i&gt;The gang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i go ns, no doubt i'll miss you guys man. &lt;strong&gt;:'o)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in contact please, you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hellarity.us/in-bed"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hellarity.us/in-bed/quiz/gd.php?cost=1,102"  style="z-index:55;" alt="bedroom toys" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-1095282825805877316?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1095282825805877316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=1095282825805877316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1095282825805877316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1095282825805877316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-template.html' title='New template&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/R_MEyBd2uGI/AAAAAAAAADc/QLoa7X-tPaA/s72-c/abt_us_groupImg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-1838525068862060111</id><published>2008-03-30T06:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T07:15:21.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The talented Miss Keys</title><content type='html'>If somebody were to ask what my music genre is, i'll say something like R&amp;amp;B, soul, rock, pop. Maybe even hip-hop but not the &lt;em&gt;gangsta&lt;/em&gt; kind, for eg. soulja boy because hes acts retarded.&lt;br /&gt;But the one singer i'll never get sick of, and love every song she releases, is &lt;strong&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/R-7HJxd2uFI/AAAAAAAAADU/5-tCIooSxXY/s1600-h/1932317355_bcf5878b2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183299191861327954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/R-7HJxd2uFI/AAAAAAAAADU/5-tCIooSxXY/s320/1932317355_bcf5878b2d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lastest song, &lt;em&gt;Like you'll never see me again&lt;/em&gt;, sounds sweet and romantic. Till i saw the video and this is a sad song man. Reminds me of &lt;em&gt;If i ain't got you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the lyrics and video to that song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/2JQvdsHgYPJebouhZ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/2JQvdsHgYPJebouhZ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I had no more time &lt;br /&gt;No more time left to be here &lt;br /&gt;Would you cherish what we had? &lt;br /&gt;Was it everything that you were looking for? &lt;br /&gt;If I couldn’t feel your touch &lt;br /&gt;And no longer were you with me &lt;br /&gt;I’d be wishing you were here &lt;br /&gt;To be everything that I’d be looking for &lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna forget the present is a gift &lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna take for granted the time you may have here with me &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause Lord only knows another day is not really guaranteed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So every time you hold me &lt;br /&gt;Hold me like this is the last time &lt;br /&gt;Every time you kiss me &lt;br /&gt;Kiss me like you’ll never see me again &lt;br /&gt;Every time you touch me &lt;br /&gt;Touch me like this is the last time &lt;br /&gt;Promise that you’ll love me &lt;br /&gt;Love me like you’ll never see me again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh Ohhhhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many really know what love is? &lt;br /&gt;Millions never will &lt;br /&gt;Do you know until you lose it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That it’s everything that we are looking for &lt;br /&gt;When I wake up in the morning &lt;br /&gt;You’re beside me &lt;br /&gt;I’m so thankful that I found &lt;br /&gt;Everything that I been looking for &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna forget the present is a gift &lt;br /&gt;And I don’t wanna take for granted the time you may have here with me &lt;br /&gt;‘Cause Lord only knows another day is not really guaranteed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everytime you hold me &lt;br /&gt;Hold me like this is the last time &lt;br /&gt;Every time you kiss me &lt;br /&gt;Kiss me like you’ll never see me again &lt;br /&gt;(can you do that for me baby) &lt;br /&gt;Every time you touch me &lt;br /&gt;(see we don’t really know) &lt;br /&gt;Touch me like this is the last time &lt;br /&gt;(see everyday we never know) &lt;br /&gt;Promise that you’ll love me &lt;br /&gt;(I want you to promise me) &lt;br /&gt;Love me like you’ll never see me again &lt;br /&gt;(like you’ll never see me again) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh ohhh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div align&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-1838525068862060111?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1838525068862060111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=1838525068862060111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1838525068862060111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1838525068862060111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/03/talented-miss-keys.html' title='The talented Miss Keys'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/R-7HJxd2uFI/AAAAAAAAADU/5-tCIooSxXY/s72-c/1932317355_bcf5878b2d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-326559662573258744</id><published>2008-03-21T01:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T01:37:31.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down the days</title><content type='html'>Im so damn sad. Only left with around &lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt; weeks. Before the army BMT of course. Right now i'm waiting for the SPF's approval for the &lt;em&gt;5&lt;/em&gt; years sign-on contract. And im praying with fingers crossed, that it will come before i enlist in the army. &lt;br /&gt;And nowadays i keep getting this pre-enlistment depression. Im sure everyone gets it at some point but for me it usually strikes when im alone at home, or in the morning. Yes, waking up to this depression and it continues throughout the day. So sad right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this feeling that i will be in camp while my baby celebrates the special day. Birthday of course. I try and take leave or do whatever k Beebee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of this birthday, im now trying hard to get the right present! Its like so tough, cause obviously this is a once-a-year thing, so you wanna get the right present. Got clues or not, baby?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-326559662573258744?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/326559662573258744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=326559662573258744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/326559662573258744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/326559662573258744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/03/counting-down-days.html' title='Counting down the days'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-5575032112086975845</id><published>2008-03-06T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T02:50:44.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreadful</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh. Just got that damn, dreadful letter. That letter that every singaporean guy receives eventually, and with it comes the date of imprisonment. Goodbye freedom, all day couch-potato-ing (i doubt there's even tv), internet (!!!), phone calls, dressing up to go out, gatsby hair wax, home-cooked food, tennis, my baby, and most importantly the one piece of furniture i will miss most - &lt;strong&gt;my bed&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Because i spend so much time on my bed. I use the computer while lying on my bed, i sleep for so many hours, listen to ipod/watch tv, and sometimes even eat on it. So without a doubt i will miss it man. The comfort, the soft mattress. :0( &lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be so soon! Its just merely a month's notice! Technically its &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 weeks'&lt;/em&gt; time if you count. Sigh ...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway its all propaganda if you ask me. They have so, so many nice terms on the pamphlet they send through mail. Eg. "sons of singapore", "my son, the NS man". Wth right. So cheesy and corny, like something out of a romantic comedy. Why bother to sugar-coat your words, when its &lt;strong&gt;COMPULSORY&lt;/strong&gt; in the first place? Sickos. They must be trying to psycho the parents into thinking that &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;their sons&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dont really belong to them and are actually &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;the sons of singapore&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and therefore its only natural that they serve the almighty &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;mother nation&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;And its propaganda because, its made compulsory for a reason that has not yet been validated. I mean have we been attacked since independence? Are we in the middle east or preparing for war? And you imagine all the population of men in singapore all trained. Preparing for what? For conquering the whole world? For the capture of &lt;em&gt;mas selamat bin kastari&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Also, in most parts of the world this NS thing isnt even compulsory. And if you want to make it compulsory, at least be fair and make selection from both sexes. That means randomly picking a selected few males and females. Like what they do in the philipines.&lt;br /&gt;This is the reason why you hear women complaining about men being the dominant species aka the one on top. The one making the decisions, the one taking care of things. Because its always been that way. The husband hunted while the wife stayed at home and prepared dinner. If you want to be treated equally do something about it. Demolish the idea that serving in the army is only men's business, that its the guy's responsibility to get the bill, fix the house. We are already in the &lt;em&gt;21st&lt;/em&gt; century, not some neanderthal society bounded by traditional conceptions of how men and women should behave. &lt;br /&gt;I realise i have a lot to rant about. Must be the pre-NS stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5575032112086975845?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5575032112086975845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5575032112086975845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5575032112086975845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5575032112086975845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/03/dreadful.html' title='Dreadful'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-4574283503745884318</id><published>2008-02-22T05:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:41:09.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22/02/2008</title><content type='html'>Hi Baby dearest,&lt;br /&gt;today is our &lt;em&gt;1 1/2 year&lt;/em&gt; anniversary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then, &lt;br /&gt;i've taken you for granted,&lt;br /&gt;lost my temper and flare up over the littlest of things.&lt;br /&gt;Said stuff that i didnt mean.&lt;br /&gt;Done things that i shouldnt have done. &lt;br /&gt;Looking back,&lt;br /&gt;it was you who have so dramatically&lt;br /&gt;changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;What was before,&lt;br /&gt;a life in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;And with you came along&lt;br /&gt;a whole spectrum of colours.&lt;br /&gt;You never fail to amaze me,&lt;br /&gt;everytime&lt;br /&gt;with the depth of your selfless heart.&lt;br /&gt;How you would give in with a &lt;br /&gt;big, wide smile.&lt;br /&gt;Just to ease the tension,&lt;br /&gt;just to make it all better.&lt;br /&gt;How you would show your love and affection,&lt;br /&gt;in your own special way.&lt;br /&gt;What a long journey it has been.&lt;br /&gt;And even now&lt;br /&gt;as we learn to cope with our differences,&lt;br /&gt;i hope that we can find a way in time &lt;br /&gt;to make this love &lt;br /&gt;last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#006666&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;I love you Baby&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#0099FF&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;I love you Baby&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#00FFFF&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;I love you Baby&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-4574283503745884318?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4574283503745884318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=4574283503745884318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/4574283503745884318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/4574283503745884318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/02/22022008.html' title='22/02/2008'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-4175555653249469902</id><published>2008-02-17T03:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T03:59:09.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Lazy</title><content type='html'>Still lazy to blog long posts. Heehee. Updates later cause i havent got pics from my sis's cam.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ive been working full-time recently. &lt;strong&gt;Ya, at home slacking full-time.&lt;/strong&gt; Im getting pissed at the fact that &lt;br /&gt;- currently i can only be employed as a part-timer (due to pre-NS enlistment)&lt;br /&gt;- and as a part-timer i am not given enough working hours. &lt;br /&gt;And why do i get the feeling that everytime we (part-timers) work, we are just filling up the shifts for the full-timers. Its pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;So, the hunt for a better job continues. There's too much political drama anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/R7c_Z3apRGI/AAAAAAAAADE/gbd1ex6H7i8/s1600-h/imagesenvy-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/R7c_Z3apRGI/AAAAAAAAADE/gbd1ex6H7i8/s400/imagesenvy-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167668811035919458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-4175555653249469902?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4175555653249469902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=4175555653249469902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/4175555653249469902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/4175555653249469902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/02/lazy-lazy.html' title='Lazy Lazy'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/R7c_Z3apRGI/AAAAAAAAADE/gbd1ex6H7i8/s72-c/imagesenvy-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-1045969044476324011</id><published>2008-02-06T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:48:30.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise</title><content type='html'>This is how i hope to celebrate &lt;em&gt;CNY&lt;/em&gt; every year - by going on holiday (and run away from relatives). All my relatives are annoying, and entertaining them is truly a &lt;em&gt;PITA&lt;/em&gt; (pain-in-the-ass) job. So this year, i suggested to go on a cruise. &lt;br /&gt;But its only for like &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; days and nights, so its not really a long holiday. And the cruise ship is like Superstar Virgo or something, and we're boarding at Harbourfront Centre, of all places. &lt;br /&gt;Wish i could bring my baby along, cant imagine myself standing at the deck at night, cool breeze and looking at the sea, feeling cold and lonely. Ala Titanic ha ha ha. But seriously though, i know later on i'd wish i had my baby with me.&lt;br /&gt;Bee, next time go on cruise ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like so lazy to update on the Phuket trip, and my baby has done the blog entry already. Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-1045969044476324011?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/1045969044476324011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=1045969044476324011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1045969044476324011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/1045969044476324011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/02/cruise_06.html' title='Cruise'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-8071256515883231298</id><published>2008-01-29T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:42:32.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday/ Back from Phuket</title><content type='html'>Its my &lt;strong&gt;B-day&lt;/strong&gt; y'all. Well, it was. On the &lt;em&gt;26th of Jan&lt;/em&gt; at least. Its sweet when you get sms' out of the blue from your friends, congratulating you on your birthday. Presents or not, thats another matter. But the feeling of someone remembering your birthday is kinda nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we came back from Phuket on my birthday itself, around noon and we were kinda tired. So i had to wait till evening to drive my baby out to celebrate with me. Wanted to go to Night Safari, but its f***ing expensive. &lt;em&gt;22&lt;/em&gt; bucks to see nocturnal creatures in their dimly-lit enclosures. &lt;br /&gt;No thank you. &lt;br /&gt;But being the cheapo that i am, i walked into the souvenir shops. Didnt buy anything, but the parking cost $3.50. Oh well ...&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we ended up watching &lt;em&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/em&gt;. Its freaking hilarious and very Bridget-Jones-y. If you know what i mean. I wanted to watch &lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt;, the movie about the book that i read. But i felt like everytime its me choosing what movies to watch. Ha ha, and my baby wanted to watch &lt;em&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/em&gt; you see. So the birthday boy gives in. &lt;br /&gt;On this birthday, the only presents i received were from my sweetest baby (my sister forgot and i had to remind her). Not one, not two, but three. Three separate presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So sweet la you my Beebee.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a calendar, an old school Adidas bag, and a matching couple watch thats in black. &lt;br /&gt;I got emotional and i cried. Seriously you know, its just very touching. Im not that kind of guy who celebrates his own birthday and throughout my life ive not. So this is like a first, and my baby was so nice enough to accompany me, let alone taking the time to find the presents, wrapping them up nicely. &lt;br /&gt;On this birthday i felt most special. To spend it with your loved one is just the sweetest thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im back from Phuket. :0) Wheee. What a trip, it was heaven on earth. More details later, but basically i am now over-tanned and the skin on my chest, shoulders have started to peel off. My chest is now in patches of tanned and pink flesh. &lt;br /&gt;And in a few hours time (8:30 am) i have to report for NS medical checkup. That means i have to be half naked in a room full of men, and be striped naked in another with &lt;em&gt;3&lt;/em&gt; pairs of eyes looking at my naked self. &lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-8071256515883231298?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8071256515883231298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=8071256515883231298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8071256515883231298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8071256515883231298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-back-from-phuket.html' title='Happy Birthday/ Back from Phuket'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-4744476729164393213</id><published>2008-01-22T12:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T13:27:33.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phuket here we come</title><content type='html'>Wow. Tomorrow (finally) we're going for our holiday. Seems like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so damn long&lt;/span&gt; since we booked the plane tickets. Finally another vacation. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ha ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that our flight leaves by &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;12 pm&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, we're left with less than a day before we pack and take off. Exciting no? I cant wait ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other time we were at T&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; the new terminal we saw all the list of prohibited items displayed there. Necessities like aerosol hairspray, shampoo, face/body wash. What's this crazy logic man. Not that i care cause we're bringing them anyway. And if i were a terrorist i'd bring more efficient weapons (say, a knife) instead of a tube of toothpaste right? Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/R5V9BNdPuMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5eD7jeCZraw/s1600-h/fired.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/R5V9BNdPuMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5eD7jeCZraw/s400/fired.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158166407968438466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-4744476729164393213?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/4744476729164393213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=4744476729164393213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/4744476729164393213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/4744476729164393213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2008/01/phuket-here-we-come.html' title='Phuket here we come'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/R5V9BNdPuMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5eD7jeCZraw/s72-c/fired.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-7309201437925306848</id><published>2007-12-26T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T03:59:37.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda bored</title><content type='html'>Nothing interesting's been happening recently. Besides the fact that my right contact lens broke into half (yes no joke) in my eye while i was working. And both halves were lodged into the top of my eye above the eyelid, and i tried for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;15+&lt;/span&gt; mins to try and get them out. &lt;br /&gt;And so bought brown-coloured contact lens on the spot. Kinda vain ... expensive too. Which cost &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;67&lt;/span&gt; bucks, inclusive of the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;$24&lt;/span&gt; checkup. Wth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. we're leaving in less than a month's time to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Phuket&lt;/span&gt;. Thailand&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the land of a thousand smiles&lt;/span&gt;. Wonder what to expect over there. A wild getaway on sun-soaked beaches, in the middle of the tropics? Or maybe we're be in the city, travelling, finding our way, eating, shopping, hotels(!) ...&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so exciting. &lt;br /&gt;I think we're only going for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2, 3&lt;/span&gt; days. Wish it could be longer though. Maybe &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; days ? Ha ha greedy me. &lt;br /&gt;God, its another one more month. I desperately need to get away from everything that binds me to reality. Need to get away, be alone, isolated. &lt;br /&gt;Baby can we like go now? Please ..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-7309201437925306848?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7309201437925306848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=7309201437925306848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7309201437925306848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7309201437925306848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2007/12/kinda-bored.html' title='Kinda bored'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-798885057004439609</id><published>2007-12-17T06:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T07:07:53.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something funny</title><content type='html'>This vid teaches you how to exercise and some helpful english phrases (if you are travelling abroad) at the same time. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6D9jWddx1c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X6D9jWddx1c&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&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/30647534-798885057004439609?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/798885057004439609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=798885057004439609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/798885057004439609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/798885057004439609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2007/12/something-funny.html' title='Something funny'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-7832427333856218915</id><published>2007-12-01T06:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T07:19:58.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja vu</title><content type='html'>Doesnt it seem like just yesterday &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;'s the only online friends network? And comes along &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;multiply&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, etc. Its quite erm, time-consuming to be established online these days? I have a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; account, which i just logged on ( for the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2nd&lt;/span&gt; time only) and logged out within &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; mins. One look at my basic, pathetic layout and comes the headache. This kind of network thing is so high maintenance, first you gotta do the template, and you gotta keep updating, replying to your friends etc. And i see that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; is more advanced, with more interactive features, such as things you can do with your friends, games etc. &lt;br /&gt;Headache man, think i'll edit it when i wake up on later. No longer working on Saturdays now. But &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; sure looks fun though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after my ear got all red and a little swollen, i went to see the doctor. I was prescribed a bunch of smelly pills (antibiotics?) and given cream that goes on the ear. Now, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; days later, it looks less swollen but still a little red. &lt;br /&gt;Its a whole lot of drama you know. Later that night after ive seen the doctor, i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tried very hard&lt;/span&gt;, to take off the earstud that comes with the piercing. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tried very hard&lt;/span&gt; is an understatement cause i took like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; bloody mins to finally get it off. The worst part is, i just cut my nails, and i had to dig deep for something to pinch on to when i pulled out the end. I bled and used like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; bloody tissues, literally. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gory&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;The thing now is that ive take the stud out, and im afraid that the hole will heal back. I tried putting a ear stick in, but blood came out instead. And its still damn sensitive, can feel the stick pricking the bone and everything. &lt;br /&gt;Shouldnt piercing of ear cartilage be banned ? Sigh ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-7832427333856218915?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7832427333856218915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=7832427333856218915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7832427333856218915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7832427333856218915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2007/12/deja-vu.html' title='Deja vu'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-5251004550372579053</id><published>2007-11-28T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T02:31:59.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>Damnit, i just pierced the top of my left ear (cartilage) like a month back, and now its like bothering me. Its this buzzing sensation i get &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all day long&lt;/span&gt;, like i can feel the veins throbbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Throb, throb, throb.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Its not painful enough for me to want to do something about it, but its quite irritating cause i can feel it all day long. I cant even put any pressure on it when i sleep. I dunno, could it be an infection? Keloid/s? Half of the ear is so red (and  throbbing) right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stardust&lt;/span&gt;, cause everyone's saying its a nice movie. Erm, its quite ... mediocre. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Its so predictable, plus its something like the snow white's tale, yes? Originality? Step-mother dies, lovers live happily ever after. Despite the cute chipmunk, and cute cartoon-ish animation, it isnt such a great movie right? And the female lead is so annoying, with the act-cute high voice, so princess-y. Yucks. Sigh, maybe my ideal good movie isnt so mainstream. I did thoroughly enjoy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beowulf&lt;/span&gt; though. &lt;br /&gt;Bee can we watch it again? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Stole&lt;/s&gt;Took my sis' ipod cause i cant find the wire that connects my phone to the headpiece! I must have dropped it somewhere. Ive been thinking about taking it for a while now, its just sitting on the table, cause she doesnt use it.  Anyway, this brand new ipod of hers, she got it cause the service people couldnt fix it, and thus she was given a new piece. Technically, its still a brand new piece and i think she wants to sell it online. Its a nano &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; GB i think, and i dont think people would want to pay for a nano cause its an old design already. Im quite sure ipod has come up with newer, more advanced technology (self-assurance to make me feel better), and if she finds out i'll just pay for it. By installments, nothing less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5251004550372579053?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5251004550372579053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5251004550372579053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5251004550372579053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5251004550372579053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2007/11/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-824763616017369324</id><published>2007-11-24T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T02:33:32.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy to blog</title><content type='html'>Been so lazy recently. So lazy to come online, lazy to post stuff, lazy to wake up in the morning. Lazy to go work.&lt;br /&gt;But been psp-ing a lot recently, even around my baby. Ha ha, i know its rude, but cannot control it. My urgh to finish what i started off.&lt;br /&gt;So far been able to only download &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; games, because havent been coming online a lot. No coming online, no games. Argh. But now stuck with play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Smash court tennis 3&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sims, castaway&lt;/span&gt;. The tennis game was fun at first, after a while i got bored of it cause i keep winning. Its quite pointless right?&lt;br /&gt;So now playing the sims, its like ... therapeutic. Really it is. In this game you get stuck on some island, so its like you gotta try and survive on the island, at the same time try and find your friends on some other islands. Its really fun, but like all the other sims games, so time-consuming.&lt;br /&gt;Ive created &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; characters, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; white males, and a black girl. So far havent found the girl yet. And im trying to build a house, but every &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; mins i have to worry about whether the characters are going hungry, need to shit/piss, shower, rest/sleep. You see, so time-consuming and troublesome. Oh, and before i found my guy friend, i made friends with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; monkeys living in the jungle. Cute right this game? You can even hug the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beowulf is a great movie! Watched it and i love it so much. This is so my movie genre. The script, fighting, medieval theme. And the animation is amazing. And theres *clears throat* eye candy throughout the movie. Ha ha. Im going to download and keep watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;22/11/07&lt;/u&gt;, which was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; days ago, was our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;th month anniversary. I just feel so so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blessed&lt;/span&gt; to have found someone to share my world with. Well, ive never been that position after a breakup of a serious relationship and i hope i never experience that. The heartache, misery ... emptiness. You will take desperate measures to fill up the voids in your lonely existence. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; friends of mine just broke up, and its just sad, listening to their experiences, stories. Its so importance to cherish what you have, before its gone and you start reminiscing about what that was yours.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, through the ups and downs, i still love my baby so so much. I hope this feeling goes on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/R0cXfL4wnII/AAAAAAAAACg/MmLzY1Daz10/s1600-h/24112007603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/R0cXfL4wnII/AAAAAAAAACg/MmLzY1Daz10/s320/24112007603.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136099724573580418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-824763616017369324?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/824763616017369324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=824763616017369324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/824763616017369324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/824763616017369324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2007/11/lazy-to-blog.html' title='Lazy to blog'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/R0cXfL4wnII/AAAAAAAAACg/MmLzY1Daz10/s72-c/24112007603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-5938815339130773706</id><published>2007-11-06T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T02:33:29.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"No One" -Alicia Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ktUSIJEiOug&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ktUSIJEiOug&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;font color="808080"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I just want you close&lt;br /&gt;Where you can stay forever&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure&lt;br /&gt;That it will only get better&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don’t worry ‘coz&lt;br /&gt;Everythings gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking&lt;br /&gt;They can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is everything’s gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rain is pouring down&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is hurting&lt;br /&gt;You will always be around&lt;br /&gt;This I know for certain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t worry cause&lt;br /&gt;Everythings gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;People keep talking&lt;br /&gt;They can say what they like&lt;br /&gt;But all I know is everything’s gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;You you&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people search the world&lt;br /&gt;To find something like what we have&lt;br /&gt;I know people will try&lt;br /&gt;Try to divide&lt;br /&gt;Something so real&lt;br /&gt;So till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;I’m telling you that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I’m feeling&lt;br /&gt;No one no one no one&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5938815339130773706?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5938815339130773706/comments/default' 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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-30647534.post-8124985113924906348</id><published>2007-11-06T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T02:21:02.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Went to Bugis with my baby, to get another ring because i lost mine the other time. Like half a year ago? Initially i wanted to get both rings together, so it'd be like another new pair again. Another pair to mark our second year together sounds nice doesnt it? So in the end i just got mine, a thinner version, because the ring that i lost was kinda thick across. I got a smaller size too, so its fits snugly on my finger. Just nice, not too loose. The old one used to be so loose sometimes it'd just drop out. Got it engraved too, yeah so im kinda glad to have a ring back. It sure felt weird without one. And this time round baby, dont worry. I wont lose it again. &lt;br /&gt;Im a size &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;, my fingers are kinda ... small.&lt;br /&gt;And i just wonder what in hell the f**ker's, whoever he is, doing with my old ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were like walking around that area, i suggested going to Simlim. I didnt intend to buy anything at first, and we were like walking and walking, and PSPs keep popping in my face. One store after the other, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;s, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;s and more &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PSP&lt;/span&gt;s. Its like really ... tempting you know. So without much hesitation, i told my baby that i wanted to get one, and we went around comparing the prices. Its around the same price, around &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;250&lt;/span&gt; bucks. &lt;br /&gt;So after that i got one, it all adds up to over &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;400&lt;/span&gt; bucks. Why? Because &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;250&lt;/span&gt; is just for the dumb PSP itself. So in the end i had to pay more for the memory card. Plus the upgrade so that i can download stuff directly into itself. Plus the wires, casing and all other stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Im really dumbfounded by all the extra cost you have to pay for, in order to have a functional PSP. And im so clueless when it comes to IT gadgets (never a IT whiz), that guy could have made me pay for something bogus that i do not need. Or maybe he already did so. &lt;br /&gt;Tsk tsk. Am i ever going to save up enough for another holiday soon? Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/Ry9erChTXDI/AAAAAAAAACY/3-_SlmQ49pw/s1600-h/20050427-sony_psp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_osXUZj1DQZM/Ry9erChTXDI/AAAAAAAAACY/3-_SlmQ49pw/s320/20050427-sony_psp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129422594102221874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-8124985113924906348?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/8124985113924906348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=8124985113924906348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8124985113924906348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/8124985113924906348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_osXUZj1DQZM/Ry9erChTXDI/AAAAAAAAACY/3-_SlmQ49pw/s72-c/20050427-sony_psp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30647534.post-5622168119773726104</id><published>2007-10-30T03:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T04:32:06.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music sets the mood</title><content type='html'>Went to watch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Unrest&lt;/span&gt; and its this scary film about this girl entering medical school and dealing with the undead. &lt;br /&gt;I didnt know we were going to watch that( i thought we were watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rendition&lt;/span&gt;), until we stepped into the cinema, sat down and the film started. I was like " hmm, we're in the wrong theatre", cause the first scene is this possessed woman cutting her face with a piece of shattered mirror, in front of the mirror.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gross&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, the movie poster says something like "first movie to use real dead bodies" or something like that. Which is disturbing, cause in the movie they were cutting up the bodies and there were body parts all around. I think i'll be even more freaked out if it says "based on a true story". Like  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Amityville Horror&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the woman's body they cut up is real? Gosh. Its either a damn realistic model they were cutting up, or its a real dead body... its so disturbing to think about it man. &lt;br /&gt;And this movie is scary because it doesnt show zombies moving around, or the dead woman coming to life. Thats like so typical right? Instead, you hear thumping noises, sudden gusts of wind and the suspense and sound effects really scary. Basically you let your imagination run wild cause you dont see anything and thats even scarier. The spirit has no form. The scenes that spooked me out are:&lt;br /&gt;-a dead, fat man lying on the shower floor, and he bleeding past the shower curtains&lt;br /&gt;-the male and female lead going into a tank of preservative liquid filled with dead bodies, trying to retrieve the dead woman's body&lt;br /&gt;-the male and female lead taking turns to shower in the toilet in the empty hallway, and the lights went out&lt;br /&gt;-the professor lying on the steel bed with the electrical saw still moving in his hand, with his leg cut off at the shin&lt;br /&gt;-this guy in a psychiatric ward handing the guard and letter, and proceeds to cut his neck and blood gushes out.&lt;br /&gt;This is a really good horror movie. The suspense and drama are incredible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5622168119773726104?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5622168119773726104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5622168119773726104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5622168119773726104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5622168119773726104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2007/10/music-sets-mood.html' title='Music sets the mood'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-5566551725888970878</id><published>2007-10-23T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T11:19:47.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>Click to watch an old man defy gravity and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fall up&lt;/span&gt; an escalator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWmhirgGZ5s&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WWmhirgGZ5s&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;So freaking funny. I laughed so loudly ha ha ha. So horrible.&lt;br /&gt;You laughed too didnt you !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-5566551725888970878?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/5566551725888970878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=5566551725888970878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5566551725888970878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/5566551725888970878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2007/10/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-6903778518959313821</id><published>2007-10-21T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T02:56:28.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially</title><content type='html'>Its been a year since i got my driving license. No more probation plate. But it didnt mattered long time ago since i already stopped putting it up. Has it been one year already? Sure doesnt feel like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-6903778518959313821?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/6903778518959313821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=6903778518959313821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6903778518959313821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/6903778518959313821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2007/10/officially.html' title='Officially'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-3082292663340832134</id><published>2007-10-13T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T03:15:31.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Must be nice to be rich</title><content type='html'>Imagine, if you struck lottery how would you use your money? On food, material needs, a new house or perhaps a car?&lt;br /&gt;Right now all i can think about is travel. If i ever become filthy rich i'll make sure i set foot on all seven continents, and tour around europe extensively( and maybe the middle east). There's this amazing feeling- being in a foreign land, surrounded by foreign landmarks/cultures, navigating your way around which ever way you like, staying in hotels/motels. The feeling of freedom, no restrictions. The feeling of isolation, of being in another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, i made a promise to my baby that we will go somewhere around december. Thats like in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; months' time? Gosh, in such fast notice. So right now if we want it to work out, we have a lot to save up till Dec. Since we've each been to Hong Kong and agreed that its a nice place for vacation, i think that just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be where we're going.&lt;br /&gt;Isnt this exciting? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i traveled was with my baby, and thinking about it now is bringing back so much memories. We went around Genting, JB and KL. Genting in particular, was most memorable. The fresh air of high altitude, the mountains were literally covered in cool mist. And the two of us in our black hoodies roaming around the themepark, taking on rides after rides.&lt;br /&gt;For the whole of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; days there was only the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; of us. Sleeping together in the same room, waking up in the morning to see each others' faces. That was such a nice and warm feeling, priceless and sadly something some of us may never come to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Throughout your life there will be illusions of romance, but true love comes only once in your lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-3082292663340832134?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/3082292663340832134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=3082292663340832134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3082292663340832134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/3082292663340832134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2007/10/must-be-nice-to-be-rich.html' title='Must be nice to be rich'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-7774250571273501256</id><published>2007-10-09T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T14:52:31.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one</title><content type='html'>Recently been watching lots of movies but lazy to blog about it. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chuck &amp; Larry, The Invasion, Resident Evil&lt;/span&gt; etc. We watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Resident Evil&lt;/span&gt; at Vivo, its been a long time since we watched there Bee? Love the seats there, really comfortable and spacious, and lots of room for the legs. That means less kicks from the bugger behind you. I dont understand how people can be so rude and ignorant, to just kick the seat in front when adjusting in their seats. Sometimes i get so annoyed i feel like turning around and scolding that f**ker. My theory is --- you can scold one today, but you cant scold every f**ker out there. I think everytime i watch a movie i get irritated every once in a while. Is it so hard for Singaporeans to be polite? I dunno about you, but everytime im in a cinema i try &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to even touch the seat in front with my legs when theres someone sitting, because i know how annoying it can be. &lt;br /&gt;Ugly Singaporeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway got my pay and went shopping with my baby on Saturday. Of all places we went to Vivocity but we didnt go inside River Island. Saw a few familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;We walked around and i bought &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt; polo tees, and a belt from Topman and Pull&amp;Bear. I realised that Pull&amp;Bear has really nice tee-shirts, belts and hoodies. Maybe we can get a hoodie from there each when we go Genting again? Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Genting.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-7774250571273501256?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7774250571273501256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=7774250571273501256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7774250571273501256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7774250571273501256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-one.html' title='No one'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-7971144984063581543</id><published>2007-09-29T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T02:00:18.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That lousy feeling</title><content type='html'>Have you ever gone through a lot, fight against the odds, for something that you so easily surrender at the end? Like its something so simple, fundamental and expected of you and you just surrender without a fight. Anyway thats how i feel about myself, and now its too late for regrets.&lt;br /&gt;Those who are close to me should know what im talking about. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i feel that this blog is just a facade, because a lot of what i feel i dont write down. I wish i can just write down everything and not feel judged. Whats the point of having a blog when i cant even be honest with myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently ive been watching Alias on dvd. Its damn addictive. Usually &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2, 3&lt;/span&gt; episodes at one go. Now starting on the second season. I love this genre, spy thriller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually like how im doing right now. No class, just the occasional work. Still, sometimes i feel like im working too much. Maybe i should take more time off, before the craziness starts. Stay at home more, watch tv, go out more. Enjoy my time more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30647534-7971144984063581543?l=black-sunday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/feeds/7971144984063581543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30647534&amp;postID=7971144984063581543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7971144984063581543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30647534/posts/default/7971144984063581543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://black-sunday.blogspot.com/2007/09/that-lousy-feeling.html' title='That lousy feeling'/><author><name>I for Insecurities</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08805343305470960811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-30647534.post-403442553880850650</id><published>2007-09-16T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T03:44:55.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad haircut</title><content type='html'>Went for a haircut a few days ago, now its damn short. I specifically instructed that guy to leave the fringe cause people like to layer my fringe for some reason. But he had to cut it. Damn it now not only its short, its very thin as well. What the hell, why cant they just do it right everytime. Its simple instruction right? &lt;br /&gt;And i cut the slope thing( or armani as they call it) at the sides and the back. Like those secondary school days when they forced you to cut short your hair. Its &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;reeally&lt;/span&gt; short, like a boy hair cut. My baby says i look like those typical guys with hair short at the back and long at the front. Ah, whatever :) ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot more i wanna blog about man, i just cant remember what now. 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