<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 06 Jan 2010 21:42:22 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Revelations</title><description></description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-770808451103084730</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Mar 2008 09:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-18T17:11:58.294+08:00</atom:updated><title>New joined blog with Eunice</title><description>&lt;a href="http://lah-mour.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lah-mour.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, gonna focus on posting there.. maybe i'll post a copy of all my future posts here too ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-770808451103084730?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-joined-blog-with-eunice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-3198706413508210802</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Mar 2008 13:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-05T21:45:53.588+08:00</atom:updated><title>M for Malaysia</title><description>Enough of all the seriousness of the Malaysian Elections, enough of words..&lt;br /&gt;Let's just kick back and enjoy some cheeky while, thoughtful moments and parallels captured in this video clip ripped from the movie V for Vendetta.. Enjoy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EY-ZfuYSJx8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EY-ZfuYSJx8" 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/38889024-3198706413508210802?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2008/03/m-for-malaysia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-4525065155335529243</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Mar 2008 18:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-05T02:31:03.936+08:00</atom:updated><title>de-BESIH-ed</title><description>As the credibility of Malaysia's general elections take a further dip with the shock announcement to scrap the use of indelible ink with shaky reasons floored by the election committee earlier today, I just wanna say, "GOOD LUCK for Mid-Terms everybody!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-4525065155335529243?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2008/03/de-besih-ed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-924094916666725375</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2008 10:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T10:35:15.406+08:00</atom:updated><title>Why read my blog posts? Play this instead</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hamtaro.anime-paradijs.com/onlinegames/hamtaros-day-out/hamtaros-day-out.php"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R8aJm2yItTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/X9jcuatKTHY/s400/ham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171972522715428146" 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/38889024-924094916666725375?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-read-my-blog-posts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R8aJm2yItTI/AAAAAAAAAMU/X9jcuatKTHY/s72-c/ham.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-7254379330636496703</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2008 10:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-25T18:35:09.027+08:00</atom:updated><title>The Easiest Day was Yesterday</title><description>I guess it's when you are the busiest that you really live life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The easiest day was yesterday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-7254379330636496703?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2008/02/easiest-day-was-yesterday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-6707025386056902778</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 02:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T10:35:16.939+08:00</atom:updated><title>Of little lessons in life : Lazybug</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday, 27th Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R6EWMXiz7qI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XHVMfZiFl-0/s1600-h/jo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R6EWMXiz7qI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XHVMfZiFl-0/s320/jo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161431049677565602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jo : Surprise! I thought you'd be bored at work, so see what got you^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R6EVvniz7jI/AAAAAAAAALE/FHYRf-dphWQ/s1600-h/Image082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R6EVvniz7jI/AAAAAAAAALE/FHYRf-dphWQ/s320/Image082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161430555756326450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eunice : OMG it's chooooo cute! Thank you! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R6EWM3iz7sI/AAAAAAAAAMM/022VqoU5FDo/s1600-h/jo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R6EWM3iz7sI/AAAAAAAAAMM/022VqoU5FDo/s320/jo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161431058267500226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo : I'm glad you like it, why don't you take a bite out of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R6EV0Xiz7kI/AAAAAAAAALM/NY2Xt2lnSOM/s1600-h/Image089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R6EV0Xiz7kI/AAAAAAAAALM/NY2Xt2lnSOM/s320/Image089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161430637360705090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eunice : OK! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bites, chew chew chew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R6EWMHiz7pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ugXiHkQlEY0/s1600-h/Image091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R6EWMHiz7pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ugXiHkQlEY0/s320/Image091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161431045382598290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*looks at lazybug bread*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice : *sobs* zomg, what have I done? T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R6EWMniz7rI/AAAAAAAAAME/qELSFgAGJqo/s1600-h/jo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R6EWMniz7rI/AAAAAAAAAME/qELSFgAGJqo/s320/jo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161431053972532914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jo : OHH NOO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story&lt;/span&gt;: Never get your girl a Lazybug bread from Breadtalk. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-6707025386056902778?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2008/01/of-little-lessons-in-life-lazybug.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R6EWMXiz7qI/AAAAAAAAAL8/XHVMfZiFl-0/s72-c/jo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-7344313018354965852</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 17:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T10:35:18.874+08:00</atom:updated><title>Of Happy Endings : Memories Off - Sore Kara~</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; guess what really makes love novels so popular is their ability to  involve the reader in the plot, in other words,  make one feel as though one is experiencing the events in the story  first-hand.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it is inevitable that what the character does in the story differs from what the reader would actually do when faced with a smilar situation in real life.  This gives rise to the many instances where the reader (or even spectators of TV dramas) to sigh in disbelief or even curse out loud at the perceived stupidity or childishness of the characters involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;erhaps it was playing on these reasons that we have the advent of games such as Memories Off 3 : Sore Kara after the Memories Off anime series. Some call it interactive story-telling, some refer to it as participative love novels, but they all refer to the same thing - a chance for you to have a say in what the main character does in the plot and hence possibly influence the ending of the story. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5jO23iz7cI/AAAAAAAAAKM/H5JQlvQoKtA/s1600-h/e308a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5jO23iz7cI/AAAAAAAAAKM/H5JQlvQoKtA/s400/e308a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159100815171120578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;owever, just like the real life decisions that such games try to simulate, these decisions are often marred in shades of grey instead of the ideal clear cut black and white, and yet, they carry very significant consequences ( well, in the game at least =P). I guess this is what gives such game their appeal. Maybe there's some truth afterall in the saying that human beings are not meant to be in utopia, as mentioned by Agent Smith in the Matrix movie - For those who do not remember, the failure of the robot's very 1st version of the matrix where a utopia was simulated was a result of human "crops" were unable to accept their existence in a perfect world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;k, back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ue to the nature of the game, it's very easy to get sucked into the story as you feel a kind of "ownership" towards your own character(hmm, perhaps there is some link to the job ownership concepts introduced by Byham and Cox in Zapp! The Lightning of Empowerment afterall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5jO3Hiz7dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ROt97WVz47k/s1600-h/e313c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5jO3Hiz7dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ROt97WVz47k/s400/e313c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159100819466087890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his inevitably results in strong emotional attachment to the characters in the story. Whether this is good or bad is controvertible, and it depends a lot on how you "play-out" the game. I have personally messed up the endings of a few games before like Fantasia Sanguo 2(until now, I'm still in denial and have yet to stop blaming CS for lending me a copy of a pirated version that's full of glitches =P). But luckily for me, I've so far been rather successful with MO3 and have already explored quite a few happy endings already. Maybe I'm more sensitive towards Japanese Schoolgirls' feelings than otherwise xD. Having said that, poooooor CS *gloats*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5jO3Hiz7eI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XdB5JyDOjl4/s1600-h/lovelovepower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5jO3Hiz7eI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XdB5JyDOjl4/s400/lovelovepower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159100819466087906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t any rate, one also wonders if these kind of games might provide a fatalistic perception to gamers about real-life relationships. Forgive my immaturity, but just let me off for this once for stereotyping that most people who play this game generally lean towards "nerdy, semi- antisocial" tendencies(that includes me and CS too i guess =P). More often than not, individuals from this group of people either tend to have "limited" insight into interaction with the opposite gender or they are fed up or are haunted by past experiences with the complexities of boy-girl relationships(BGR). Well, if so is the case, might just make matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5jO3niz7fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pWSIvhTcxL4/s1600-h/e109c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5jO3niz7fI/AAAAAAAAAKk/pWSIvhTcxL4/s400/e109c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159100828056022514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ersonally, I admit to being quite distraught at certain points in the game and on one occasion, I even had to take a break from the game to go bug Eunice's neighbor Stephie for advice =P.&lt;br /&gt;OK. So the player is offered unlimited number of game saves, but still I'm not comfortable with using too much of those, as the more I resort to that, the more I would feel myself to be a failure in "life". Perhaps it's the man-being-incompatible-with-the-ideal argument all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5jO33iz7gI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1Flhlot3rD0/s1600-h/e120a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5jO33iz7gI/AAAAAAAAAKs/1Flhlot3rD0/s400/e120a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159100832350989826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t any rate, this game was lots of fun for me, and posed quite a few points about life that I'd spend more time pondering over. I've had my fair share of happy endings from playing the game thus far, and just as the sad parts can really get you down, the happy endings are just.. well.. Happily Ever After*goood mood*. Maybe I'm just lucky, or maybe I'm just have a knack for virtual relationships afterall =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R54RSniz7hI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1mb3GM0ylNE/s1600-h/e512a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R54RSniz7hI/AAAAAAAAAK0/1mb3GM0ylNE/s320/e512a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160581234563477010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;et me end this post with a thought that I've gotten while playing this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eople say that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy endings do not exist in real life.&lt;/span&gt; But I feel it's just a problem of the frame of reference people use to view life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or instance what if we consciously pick when to end a story in real life,  like ending the story of your 1st start up company when it earns it's 1st million, or like ending the story to your love life as soon as you manage to woo the most popular girl in school? Then your life will always be filled with happy endings, wouldn't it? Contrast this with the common practice of "Oh, my venture into business was a failure. I had to close down after 3 years in operation". What happened to the story about how he managed to start his business despite all odds? What about the story about how he met and is now going steady with this girl that he met while starting up his business?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ure, life doesn't end there as they do in novels or computer games such as this one. But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Choose your happiest points in life to be the ending to your story. What happens next.. is another story.." &lt;/span&gt;-Tan Jo ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-7344313018354965852?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2008/01/of-happy-endings-memories-off-sore-kara.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5jO23iz7cI/AAAAAAAAAKM/H5JQlvQoKtA/s72-c/e308a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-2183866455358768727</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2008 13:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T10:35:20.239+08:00</atom:updated><title>Of animes - Macross 7 and the power to the music</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hanks to Eunice's anime-crazed bro, I got my hands on the Macross 7 series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite songs from the anime :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/13Wviki56M/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/13Wviki56M/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5SjLUY7mbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EMr6v9OnEdA/s1600-h/M7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5SjLUY7mbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EMr6v9OnEdA/s400/M7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157926888093227442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he story follows the journey of Macross 7, a space colony ship whose purpose is to colonize the habitable planets in space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he hero of the whole series : (you'd be surprised) An aspiring rock band lead singer - Nekki Basara. This is one anime that really caught my attention and my liking. For one, it's not always about fighting in this anime. As a matter of fact, the hero abhors armed conflict and instead tries to reach the enemy's heart and soul with his music. Throughout the series, Basara only fired upon the enemy twice, but even those incidents are followed by feelings of guilt and regret on his part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;his resounds strongly with me, as a citizen of a multi-racial country that is at it's lowest point in decades in terms of mutual trust between different communities.  It can be shown and argued that my country's current undesirable state can be attributed to a lot of factors, but one of it is the lack of sharing of culture among the races. If you think about it, it's not too much an overstatement that only the Malays attend Malay cultural performances, like the Dikir Barat, Wayang Kulit, etc. and similarly for the Chinese with their Chinese Orchestra, and Lion Dances, and the Indians with their own activities too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;redit for this sorry state of affairs should be largely given to the presence of race-politics practiced by majority of the politicians in power. As for the reasons why these politicians behave so, they will be discussed in another post in some other time when I'm really that free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or now, I feel that a lot more cultural exchange is needed between the races to really bring about a better sense of understanding each other. Pessimists and stubborn nationalists will probably be quick to point out that language remains a barrier for cultural exchange, but I laugh at their futile attempts to try and apply their flawed logic to  the low showing of non-Chinese at musical performances like the 龙吟 Chinese Orchestra performance that was held in Penang last year. Even for performances which involve mother tongue languages, there are always the options of translation or even subtitles. I mean, come on, not having the slightest idea on the Japanese language has never stopped the countless number of people like me from enjoying intriguing anime series such as Macross 7, has it? On a related matter, when theatrical studies students from a local university performed a Chinese Opera episode in Malay in Stadium Bukit Jalil a few years back, how is it so that it received, minimal, if not no publicity at all from the local media?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n conclusion, there are many artificial barriers which prevent cultural exchange. But like the story in Macross 7 shows, even these barriers can be overcome, like how Nekki Basara used his songs to eventually touch the hearts of the seemingly heartless Protodeviln. And when there's exchange, it's not only that understanding of different races and culture grows, but the most important part of it is that maybe, just maybe we, Malaysians of all religion and creed, can finally find something that we can all enjoy and share, just like the Zentradi and Humans in SDF Macross and Protodeviln and Humans in Macross 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dealistic thinking, you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ave you tried? I ask you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;tried listening to Spanish, French, Tagalog, Thai, Japanese, Kelantanese and even Tamil songs, and I grew to really like some of them, perhaps music IS a universal language afterall and should be prescribed as the first step to wider cultural sharing. POWER TO THE MUSIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5SjLUY7mcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PHosRWSwzLk/s1600-h/chojikuyosaimacrossaioboeteimasuka1ev2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5SjLUY7mcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/PHosRWSwzLk/s400/chojikuyosaimacrossaioboeteimasuka1ev2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157926888093227458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nekki Basara and his red Valkarie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5SjLkY7mdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Oz8XeT-1g8c/s1600-h/band13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5SjLkY7mdI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/Oz8XeT-1g8c/s400/band13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157926892388194770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nekki Basara and female vocalist Mylene F. Jenius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5SjLkY7meI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pOjBoW_Rqno/s1600-h/seven14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5SjLkY7meI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/pOjBoW_Rqno/s400/seven14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157926892388194786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The hero and his band, Fire Bomber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5SjL0Y7mfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hluEPrC8h7A/s1600-h/Icatch7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5SjL0Y7mfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hluEPrC8h7A/s400/Icatch7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157926896683162098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some more prominent character in the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and for people who liked the song embeded in this post :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 403px; height: 495px;" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original / Romaji Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;omae ga kaze ni naru nara&lt;br /&gt;hateshinai sora ni naritai&lt;br /&gt;hageshii amaoto ni&lt;br /&gt;tachisukumu toki wa&lt;br /&gt;GITAA o kakinarashi&lt;br /&gt;kokoro o shizumeyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* COME ON PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;kanjite hoshii&lt;br /&gt;ima sugu&lt;br /&gt;wakaranakute ii kara&lt;br /&gt;COME ON PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;inochi no kagiri&lt;br /&gt;omae o mamoritsudzukeru&lt;br /&gt;MY SOUL FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omae ga michi ni mayottara&lt;br /&gt;hohoemi de yami o terasou&lt;br /&gt;omae no kanashimi ga&lt;br /&gt;iyasareru nara&lt;br /&gt;koe ga kareru made&lt;br /&gt;utaitsudzukeyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** COME ON PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;shinjite hoshii&lt;br /&gt;itsumademo&lt;br /&gt;kawaranai ore o&lt;br /&gt;COME ON PEOPLE&lt;br /&gt;taiyou no you ni&lt;br /&gt;omae o kagayakaseru&lt;br /&gt;MY SOUL FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;English Translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre class="lyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you become the wind,&lt;br /&gt;I want to become the endless sky&lt;br /&gt;When you're petrified&lt;br /&gt;by the sound of the violent rain&lt;br /&gt;Strumming my guitar,&lt;br /&gt;I'll calm your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Come on people,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to feel it&lt;br /&gt;Because it's all right&lt;br /&gt;if you don't understand right now&lt;br /&gt;Come on people,&lt;br /&gt;I'll go on protecting you&lt;br /&gt;With my life-&lt;br /&gt;my soul for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you lose your way,&lt;br /&gt;I'll light the darkness with my smile&lt;br /&gt;If it would heal your sadness&lt;br /&gt;I'd sing until my voice withered away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Come on people,&lt;br /&gt;I want you to believe it&lt;br /&gt;I'll never change&lt;br /&gt;Come on people,&lt;br /&gt;like the sun&lt;br /&gt;I'll shine on you-&lt;br /&gt;my soul for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translated and transliterated by &lt;a href="http://www.animeforum.com/member.php?u=102875" target="_blank"&gt;bluepenguin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.animelyrics.com/images/email/102875.jpg" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/penguinsjlyrics"&gt;http://www.freewebs.com/penguinsjlyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-2183866455358768727?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2008/01/of-animes-macross-7-and-power-to-music.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/R5SjLUY7mbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/EMr6v9OnEdA/s72-c/M7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-380375753826643512</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2007 13:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-02T21:06:39.732+08:00</atom:updated><title>Beautiful, just beautiful</title><description>Low cost filming aside, don't you think this song is just beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjocIurYn_M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bjocIurYn_M" 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/38889024-380375753826643512?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/11/beautiful-just-beautiful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-8686076021223933651</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Nov 2007 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T10:35:20.563+08:00</atom:updated><title>Busy busy time of the year</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;orry for the absence of posts.. Singapore River Regatta's this weekend and finals are just around the corner. I promise to post more(and finish all the half-done drafts =P) once finals are over. Below is a screenshot of my desktop and music player - demn cool if you ask me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/Rysfc0rbQqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tr0PZky-yg4/s1600-h/screen021107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/Rysfc0rbQqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tr0PZky-yg4/s400/screen021107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128227180729025186" 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/38889024-8686076021223933651?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/11/busy-busy-time-of-year.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/Rysfc0rbQqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/tr0PZky-yg4/s72-c/screen021107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-6149070805061203231</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2007 01:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T10:35:21.744+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bithday</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>21st</category><title>Birthday of a semi-charmed 21 year old and a 50 year old Russian satelite</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;appy Birthday Xtine! For once our birthdays are fall on the same day! Gracias International Date Line &lt;3  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;here goes my 21st birthday - technically another juncture in life - adulthood.  Ok.. I guess my birthday this year went just the way I wanted - quiet, lovely and meaningful.  I received a postcard of Madison, Winconsin's (that's near where Jacob is from.. I quite miss that guy =P) skyline from Xtine just the night before.. So I guess she's right. It really does take a WHOLE month and almost ~S$2 to send a postcard from the States to Singapore, and that I'm gonna feel so guilty about the postage that I'm obliged to reply.. (well, maybe just a little *angelic look* ) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;mm, Eunice and I had a wonderful full-dressed-dining experience at Thai Express that night too (you get that when you know what's good and what's not on the menu *angelic look* OMG, where are my photos!?) I even signed up for a Thai Express Card - you know, the orange card-looking-thing-a-ma-jiggy which entitles one to 10% of the bill for future visits (20% off if it's within the same week), a 15 dollar birthday voucher, and a $10 general purpose voucher. And taking into account the fact that I'm entitled to a bottle of complimentary red wine if I spend more than 40 bucks there on a +/-5 day period around by birthday, I foresee a trip back there very soon *hearts*hearts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..now if only I can somehow convince Chin Seong to treat  me xDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;h, we dropped by Candy Empire and bought lots of....  *censored due to possibility of Tan Jo's captain reading this particular post, but you get what I meant* *angelic look* xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; tried to declare 21st Tan Jo Day as a public holiday for everyone, but all I got from it was a missed tutorial on my part because I overslept the night before =P After that it was the way classes are usually - me arriving late every time xD Training was as per normal ~ minus publicity about the special occasion to avoid the need to fish myself out of the SRC pool after land-training.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt; was at NUH today ~ technically the closest air-conditioned dinning spot to PGP. Ended up reminiscing to eunice about the good old days when I first went to Anderson Junior College - how laid back life in Singapore was for the 1st few months here - 3% GST, daily pilgrimage from college to the nearest town center in AMK, loads of fun hours chatting while digging into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AJ Ice&lt;/span&gt; in AMK food center. For the uninitiated, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AJ Ice&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AJ mountain&lt;/span&gt; was this specialty 1-foot-tall ice kacang that the dessert stall uncle at AMK food center used to serve, which costs about $3.50 and takes about 3-4 people to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ooking back, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's kinda ironically in contrast how the last few months of JC was so strenuous and tiring when we had so much fun when we first started out as students there.&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, as I was pointing out to Eunice, perhaps it's just all in the head - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes people tend to forget to go easy on themselves and really savor the experience of the other side of life that's opposite to, and sometimes complimentary to, working hard and pushing one's limits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;remembered to make a call home to be briefed by dad about voting (&gt;.&gt; hurray?) and asked if mum and dad were planning to get a new dog - for those who don't know yet, my dear dog Barky just passed away a few days after I left Penang due to poisoning. Dad suspects foul play because we maintain a strict/healthy diet for him.. The poor thing.. I wonder who would do such a thing T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nyway, he was a wonderful dog to have, and I was glad we had him since he was just a lil' puppy - refer to my 1st post in this blog for pictures xD I hope he's enjoying himself in his doggy heaven now - prolly a land filled with bones, chew toys, dog food and pairs and pairs of Dad's slippers xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;ne last paper for sis who's sitting thru PMR this week - good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hinking of setting up a stall in one of the campus bazaars one of these days (OMG, the start-up fever is back again *reference to my not-so-successful-business-endeavors in JC. Any takers? xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nyway, here are some recent photos, courtesy of eunice :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RwWikk8qlHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7-4FX3elJ6M/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RwWikk8qlHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7-4FX3elJ6M/s320/DSC00189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117675300853552242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only I could make ex-captain Teddy wear this xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RwWik08qlII/AAAAAAAAAI0/YLTJj9vgws8/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RwWik08qlII/AAAAAAAAAI0/YLTJj9vgws8/s320/DSC00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117675305148519554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vice-cap Joseph during Sava Sprints '07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RwWik08qlJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kZD-7P88eiA/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RwWik08qlJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/kZD-7P88eiA/s320/DSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117675305148519570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eunice on the faithful day she topped the clinic with her 39.5 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RwWjn08qlKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qDbQnsPabZk/s1600-h/Image055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RwWjn08qlKI/AAAAAAAAAJE/qDbQnsPabZk/s320/Image055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117676456199754914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor pika pika got left behind for our trip back to Penang cuz he couldn't fit into the bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RwWjoE8qlLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xNUpLY07Jvs/s1600-h/Image060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RwWjoE8qlLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/xNUpLY07Jvs/s320/Image060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117676460494722226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stray cats in Singapore are cho fat wans.. Ying Lee would've loved this one xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RwWjoU8qlMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ubjxm9p3KbU/s1600-h/Image062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RwWjoU8qlMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Ubjxm9p3KbU/s320/Image062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117676464789689538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whatcha' looking at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the way, I just realised that I've made no mention of Sputnik I in my post, which might lead people to think that I've just refered to poor Xtine as a 50 year old Russian satelite floating in space somewhere. Well, I'm not. Happy birthday to you too you old thing. Although some may see you as the 1st peace of thrash which humans littered in space, most of us still love you XDDD&lt;br /&gt;(i cho eng siu wans &gt;&lt; ) rushing off to class!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-6149070805061203231?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/10/birthday-of-semi-charmed-21-year-old.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RwWikk8qlHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/7-4FX3elJ6M/s72-c/DSC00189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-2568801693335818051</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Sep 2007 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T10:35:25.763+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>movies</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>vacation</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>tv</category><title>Time to go home..</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;up, 10 hours from now, I'll be on my way home. I can only start to describe how much I'm looking forward to this trip home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ure, I don't usually go back during recess week since it's usually filled with activities, like make-up lectures, Sava Sprints (an international dragon boat race for the uninitiated), and mid-term exam prep. But somehow all my lecturers this semester apparently cherish their recess week as much as we do, and all of them made it a point to finish their syllabus on schedule; Sava Sprints was last week; and I have NO midterms! YAY! ( courtesy of the slackest department in the whole of the engineering faculty - though it remains to be argued whether this is such a good thing after all : so much weight being put on finals ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ell, let's just take one victory at a time and let others worry about their future while I'm busy loving my life ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;urrently listening to Bonnie Tyler's "Holding out  for a Hero", while watching clips from "Short Circuit" and "Short Circuit 2".. wonderful, wonderful movies - they really bring back memories of my childhood and how I was, in a sense, inspired by Johnny 5. Perhaps it was then that in my little heart I knew I want to be a hero, a worshiper of courage and defender of ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RvM1Nk8qlGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uXxk7esecP4/s1600-h/B00009PBYC.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RvM1Nk8qlGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uXxk7esecP4/s320/B00009PBYC.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112488509368341602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            "Life is not a malfunction"                                                           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;anaged to stumble upon some clips of the 3rd season of "Ed" - a tv series I've been following for almost 2 seasons. Ed and Carol are finally together..wheee.. I feel like crying already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are right. The girl I fell in love with in high school was that girl in the blue sweater with white criss-crosses down the sides who I've never talked to. That's why I chose to be with Frankie.. but a funny thing happened... Everywhere I looked, I see US, laughing, crying, arguing.. then I realize... I love YOU - everything about you now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T boohooohhooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RvM0xU8qlFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wAdyeCJJrfQ/s1600-h/JB___TC_Belly_Laffs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RvM0xU8qlFI/AAAAAAAAAIc/wAdyeCJJrfQ/s320/JB___TC_Belly_Laffs.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112488024037037138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carol Vassey and Ed Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RvM0fE8qlEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fMo16ZFXpuQ/s1600-h/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RvM0fE8qlEI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fMo16ZFXpuQ/s320/64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112487710504424514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopelessly romantic Ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;F&lt;/span&gt;or all those who has never seen the series before (that's most of you all out there) and have not the faintest idea what I'm talking about -- I'm sorry. You'll never understand. Just let me share in their joy for a bit now... T.T boohooohhooo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-2568801693335818051?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-to-go-home.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RvM1Nk8qlGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/uXxk7esecP4/s72-c/B00009PBYC.02.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-1452518128476430531</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-14T09:17:48.630+08:00</atom:updated><title>Standing in the eyes of the world</title><description>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kN74Y-90HL"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kN74Y-90HL" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Gates - Standing in the Eyes of the World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back all the years&lt;br /&gt;all the sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you wanna be the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you've got to pay the price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learnt it from the very start&lt;br /&gt;just how hard you must try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause if you don't spread your wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then you can't fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at where you are today&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever think that you&lt;br /&gt;would came all this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Now you're standing in&lt;br /&gt;the eyes of the world&lt;br /&gt;only moments away&lt;br /&gt;from what can be&lt;br /&gt;there's a passion in the&lt;br /&gt;hearts of a few&lt;br /&gt;ever waiting inside to be set free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes&lt;br /&gt;and your spirit takes flight&lt;br /&gt;and you reach into your soul and&lt;br /&gt;live it with all of your might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no surprise&lt;br /&gt;that you're standing in the eyes of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;that will not come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all of them left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now they will live in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to stay&lt;br /&gt;just the day in the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But sometimes there is only room for one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever been so near&lt;br /&gt;Now the chance is finally here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Now you're standing in&lt;br /&gt;the eyes of the world&lt;br /&gt;only moments away&lt;br /&gt;from what can be&lt;br /&gt;There's a passion in the&lt;br /&gt;hearts of a few&lt;br /&gt;Ever waiting inside to be set free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes&lt;br /&gt;and your spirit takes flight&lt;br /&gt;and you reach into your soul and&lt;br /&gt;live it with all of your might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone tries&lt;br /&gt;when you're standing in the eyes of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the eyes of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-this is a sister post for the latest post on my team blog. For those who know me well, no doubt you know how long and hard I've been looking for this song. For those who liked the song/never knew an english version of the song existed, enjoy, and I hope you feel as strongly for this song as I do a a sportsman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Rest well for Sava Sprints.. come saturday we will hunt, my brothers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-1452518128476430531?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/09/standing-in-eyes-of-world.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-1297048105212295363</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 03:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-07T11:54:09.800+08:00</atom:updated><title>Sakura : Queen of Hearts</title><description>&lt;object height="573" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=64285491"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=64285491" height="573" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/64285491/"&gt;Sakura : Queen of Hearts&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://10joules.deviantart.com/"&gt;10joules&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new artwork. Will explain later.. late for class ady =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-1297048105212295363?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/09/sakura-queen-of-hearts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-134367768908434531</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 02:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-05T10:28:09.262+08:00</atom:updated><title>My New Lappie Top is HERE!!</title><description>a new fujitsu tablet!! *heeeeeeeeeeeeeeearts* looks looks looks forward to collection time *drools* will post some photos of it later ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-134367768908434531?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-new-lappie-top-is-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-8011891702976117988</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 Aug 2007 11:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T10:35:27.807+08:00</atom:updated><title>Some photo updates</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah. I is have not posted in like ages. Here's some photos of what I did while I was away.. and some never been seen before, top secret footage from dear old Oldham Hall days xD :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/Rtav1lJhIjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GIPQDLIBrdg/s1600-h/Image043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104460562710995506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/Rtav1lJhIjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GIPQDLIBrdg/s320/Image043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104460305012957698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RtavmlJhIgI/AAAAAAAAAHs/9wIlOP2yC28/s320/Image024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104460305012957714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RtavmlJhIhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/2AnSuTTNJMU/s320/Image041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104460309307925026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/Rtavm1JhIiI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Iu7H6gKmLNg/s320/Image039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh, that's just me and Eunice fooling around with these publicity man-shaped-board-statue-thingys scattered across campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RtavmVJhIeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AVr2gAlhY34/s1600-h/DSC00009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104460300717990370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RtavmVJhIeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AVr2gAlhY34/s320/DSC00009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pikachu Pau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RtavmlJhIfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3QMuSNPEd-c/s1600-h/Picture(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104460305012957682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RtavmlJhIfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/3QMuSNPEd-c/s320/Picture(15).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sushi Pig..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104460562710995522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/Rtav1lJhIkI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Abaxr8D04R4/s320/Stressed+n+violent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;That's Ben releasing his stress and frustration on poor alex's droopy-eared dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-8011891702976117988?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/08/some-photo-updates.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/Rtav1lJhIjI/AAAAAAAAAIE/GIPQDLIBrdg/s72-c/Image043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-2613238627663521846</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 03:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-07T11:35:29.411+08:00</atom:updated><title>Who would've thought that love can be so caffeinated?</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zXS0nEOx_20"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zXS0nEOx_20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-2613238627663521846?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-wouldve-thought-that-love-can-be-so.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-6342143498613864710</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Aug 2007 02:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-07T11:08:12.677+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>msn</category><title>It's the unhappiness with module bidding again =(</title><description>&lt;p&gt;And here I go again. These views are by no means representative of the views of all engin faculty students. They are at best a sign of how mean and cynical this friendly neighbourhood blogger can be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] Who would've thought that love can be so caffeinated? says:&lt;br /&gt;sian ady&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;suddenly this sem so hard to bid for modules&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;zzz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;cannot get meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;i think prospects not very good ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to go for ss this sem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;oh, should be ok what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;but the spaces are so limited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;arts ad biz students just throw in their g points like nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;how to fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;aiyah, which one are you taking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanted tbe global dimensions sthg sthg one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;but bid points too high ady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;oh, interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;then i turned my sights to employee management..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;never heard of that one before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;also very higg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;how many points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;then i checked singapore studies.. also very high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;employee management is at 250+ now ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;singapore studies also nearing 150+ ady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;hm, ok what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;we got nearly 800&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;but still not worth it ma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;our g points very precious ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;even chin seong agrees that the budget for this sem should be around 150 g points only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;got budget some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;if this round ady to hard to bid, imagine what we'd do with our GEMs in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I plan to keep mine too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;so silly one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;so how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun get it why we need so many p points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;since we are only bidding against engin students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;for what purpose that they give so many p points? it only serves to deflate the value of p points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe for the technical electives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;right now p points worthless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;what's the difference if we just give every engin student less p points?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;let's say.. 100 p points per sem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;then the rest all go into g account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;the technical electives would still be fiecely contested over ma &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;albeit with lower gross value of the bids placed, the real value of the modules would still be retained&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, hyperinflation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;go complain liaoz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;that's why, i always feel that we are shortchanged la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;dunno why the engin dept ppl so stupid wans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;it's prolly all a conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;cuz they know that statistics have shown that engin students can potentially provide very stiff competition other fac students for in their lv1000 modules&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;that's why they must control the amount of cross-facs that we can take, control the influx of cross fac students.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;..it kinda reminds me of the pro-bumi policies that we have back home. You don't want to have it, and yet.. we HAVE to have it,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;cos nobody wanna take engine level one modules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;so that the other facs can still safely maintain their share of 1st class and 2nd class graduates, which bring stature to each fac and the university as a whole.. and we all know that university reputation is everything in a degree, resume and job-seeking-wise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;really or not &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;engine students so geng meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;u go ask around the business fac and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;usually for the lower level modules, engin students tend to score wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;even my mno lecturer admits that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;hm, interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;FNA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;they are smarter with fna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;they introduce a seperate module, FNA1002X to seperate the business students from the other fac students&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;protectionism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;grade protectionism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;so very little modules we can take what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;from biz fac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;got quite alot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;because of the british association of engineers standard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;hm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;SARTOR stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;a lot meh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;MNO only what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;FNA not counted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;sociology and the econs modules are arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;got lv2000 one lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[10J] says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;oh, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nick says:&lt;br /&gt;that one we cannot own liaoz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-6342143498613864710?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-unhappiness-with-module-bidding.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-4804887238647470469</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jul 2007 01:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T10:35:28.224+08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>movie basher</category><title>Spiderman Trilogy : The real mastermind who never got caught</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;elcome everyone to the very 1st of Tan Jo's "movie-bashing : so you think you've seen it all" series of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ow the 1st movie, or rather movies that I just have to address is non-other than the Spiderman trilogy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087244778021948034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RpmGLBd1ioI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Y1F7rifiXNk/s320/spidey.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;center&gt;The Greatest Battle indeed lies within~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;orry my dears, for we have all been fooled -- in-movie characters and spiderman fans alike. Reason for this is that so much focus has been put on the secondary, and proven-to-be-short-lived super villians that the real mastermind pulling all the strings behind the whole plot throughout the trilogy got away with minimal blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;o, who are the real bad guys in the movies? If you answered Dr. Octavious, the Green Goblin, Sandman and Enigma, then you are probably only half right(but you still get your brownie points^^). No my friend, the REAL, most cunning villian behing the whole spiderman trilogy is none other than - jeng jeng jeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~the Osbourne family butler~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o doubt by now, many would have one eye-brow raised in a manner which I just love, but I ask you to first consider the facts carefully 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st movie :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Family butler kept Harry in the dark about his crazed-father being gradually corrupted by the elixer made by Oscorp, turning him into the Green Goblin. &lt;-- By the time, he had the perfect excuse of "Not wanting to meddle in my masters personal affairs.." But the reason he kept to himself was because he wanted old man Osbourne dead and out of the way, and the best way to let someone else do it for him was to let Osbourne turn into a supervillian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd movie :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Despite knowing that old man Osbourne died at his own hand, he kept mum about it, so that Harry would get the impression that Spiderman murdered his father and hence attempt to avenge him. &lt;-- again, he cooked up the same pitiful excuse that personal affairs and butlers do not mix. But what he was trying to do is that, after putting daddy out of the way, it's time to remove his son. And since hunting Spiders was demonstrated by old man Osbourne to be very fatal to flying goblins, all he had to do was to keep quiet to frame spiderman, and mislead Harry into thinking that his best friend Peter Parker, aka Spiderman, killed his father. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd movie :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Playing with spiders almost killed Harry (it destroyed half his face, if you remember).. but somehow, by fate perhaps, Harry was spared death. This does not fit nicely into the butler's plans at all.. so he just had to resort to Plan B to ensure Harry's death - by telling him NOW that spiderman wasn't his father's murderer. This is because he knows that, Harry, being a good man, would be tortured by conscience after knowing that all that he did to hurt his best friend, Peter Parker was not justified. So the outcome was as he had planned - overcomed with guilt, Harry is playing with spiders again, this time a more powerful black spider - Enigma, trying to save his wronged best friend. And this time, the butler succeeded. Harry was killed in the end, trying to save Spiderman and Mary Jane; and all the blame was on Enigma. Mission accomplished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..and the perfect alibi..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-The butler wants to inherit Oscorp. Think about it : lone parent, dead mum, only son.. and the only other person that can be called "family" is himself, the butler. Only two people stand in his way to inheriting a whole business empire. Besides, old man Osbourne doesn't look like the perfect employer anyway.. and I'll bet green wasn't the butler's favourtie colour anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087245327777761938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RpmGrBd1ipI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VdO789McujA/s320/im03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;center&gt;poor Harry never knew what happened~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o think about it. It all makes sense, and yet, nobody notices his wicked ambitions because everyone is so caught up with the other, short-lived supervillians. People have the misconception that if you do not have wicked laughter, robotic tentacles protruding from your back or a face with too many teeth that one forgot to brush properly, then you do not qualify as a villian in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;erceptions. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tereotypes. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;iscrimination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nyway, that's it for my first Movie-basher post. Stay tuned for my next one, which will probably be on Transformers which I just saw last week ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pecial thanks to Eunice for suggesting that both of us go film another spiderman movie to expose the butler's evil deeds - "Spiderman 2 and 1/2 : The Threat behind the Tux" xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when you think you've seen it all.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-4804887238647470469?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/07/spiderman-trilogy-real-mastermind-who.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RpmGLBd1ioI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Y1F7rifiXNk/s72-c/spidey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-1359987431907746359</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Jul 2007 03:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-10T11:25:45.428+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>nusDB goes blogger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all part of out matriculation '07 recruitment drive :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nusdb.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://nusDb.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are a defacto rower, or if you think you have something that will be worth posting on the blog.. please contact me to arrange for posting rights ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-1359987431907746359?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/07/nusdb-goes-blogger-this-is-all-part-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-8009679137171459222</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 03:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T10:35:28.381+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally a follow-up to the semi-charmed life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;h.. It's almost been a month since it happened. I should've blogged about it ages ago, when it was still fresh, but I wanted to save it for my personal show-tell-sessions with a few of my closest friends 1st before making it public on this blog of mine. Real-time story-telling sessions are way more fun and dramatic than a dry blog post right? OK LAH, I admit that I was desperate to enjoy the full extent of gloating rights before I disclose my experience to all my friends here(at least those who frequent my blog). But sadly, I realised that, not many have the patience to sit through such a long-winded story when there's so much that one can possibly do when faced with the PC/laptop. That was possibly why most of my buddies only heard half of the story and lost interest just before the climax comes in :( oh well~ not like good listeners are a dime a dozen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ut perhaps the amusing part was how some people whom I tried to tell this to on msn, just jumped to their own conclusions about the rest of the story from the title and think that there's no need for me to narrate the rest of it. (I DID NOT get a new girlfriend! &gt;&lt;) Anyway, this just serves to demonstrate how people tend to hear the things that they want to hear, instead of being a good listener who sits through the story till the curtains finally comes down. So, drawing from the lessons learnt over my failed story-telling sessions, I urge you, dear reader to not be fooled by the interesting title of the story that I'm about to share below. Take time to read through it, cause there's "more than what meets the eye". (TRANSFORMERS!baybeh! xD) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Korean girl who fell out of the sky and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;t was Tuesday morning, two days after the Penang Dragonboat Festival in which my varsity dragonboat team just took part in (yeah, yeah.. the one with the ridiculous disqualification over "dispirited" drumming). I could've taken the coach with the guys back to Singapore the day before, but I felt that I wanted to stay one more day with my family (I only had a weeks' time to spend home in a freaking 3 months semester break, of course I must treasure every single day I have =P). So I travelled alone by bus the next night, which ended me up at the Woodlands Checkpoint early that morning. Then a girl whom I noticed to be quite fair the night before started to inquire the other passengers about immigration procedures. It was then that I realised(from her limited command of english) that she was actually Korean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ailling which to brief her on the forms she has to fill up at the checkpoint, that and the eager and innocent look on her face, I offered to accompany her through immigrations - training wasn't due till late evening that day afterall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;MG, you should've seen the amount of time the poor girl spent just to have her passport cleared. I seriously considered just dumping her and go on my way.. but a promise is a promise la, so I waited for her at the exit. When she finally came out, I knew that the bus that we took probably left because there's no way the driver could've waited so long for her. That was okay for me, since my initial plan was to just take a public bus from the checkpoint straight to my uncle's place in Bukit Timah. Somehow, I managed to communicate to her of her predicament, and found, to my disbelief that she had not a single Singaporean cent on her! Upon further inquiry, I found out that she wanted to go to Orchard Road, which my uncle's place is on the way from, so I spared her some coins(in fact, all my 20 cents coins that were supposed to be used for laundry at PGP for the next sem T.T) and asked her along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nyway, as I was giving her intructions on how to get to Orchard Road once I dropped off at my uncle's place, we chatted.. I found out that she's a kindergarten teacher in Seoul, and she was touring Penang with some friends. Surprisingly, none of them wanted to visit Singapore except herself, so out of an incredible act of bravery, there she was, travelling solo on her one-day incursion into the Lion City. On a side note, she said that I looked like Korean footballer Lee Dong Gook^^ and she awas all praise for Penang's hospitality ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nyway, the more we talked, the more I was certain that, with her limited English capabilities(and her Korean-to-English traveller's guide), she's definitely gonna get into trouble finding Orchard Road. I imagined how terrible it would be for her if she used up all my coins and was lost somewhere in the city, and out of impulse I told her to sit tight, cause I'm gonna accompany her to Orchard. I sorta lied that my place is very close to Orchard(about 15-20mins bus ride la) and that I always wanted to see Orchard Road early in the mornings before it "wakes up". And it was a good thing too, because when we got there, I took her to an atm in Paragon so that she could use her ONE visa card. And SOMEHOW, by some tremendous slip of fate (or perhaps a joke of God if you'll have it), the blur girl actually managed to key in the wrong 4-digit PIN 7 times such that her visa card got barred. -__-''' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o I guess you guys will be able to guess what happened la -- PANIC, frantically-trying-her-card-on-every-single-atm-machine-she-could-find-PANIC. Good thing I never left her when she told me she'd be alright on her own just now, lol. I knew what to do straight away(from watching too much tv) - she would have to call back to her visa card provider in Seoul to unblock her card. But I had quite a hard time trying to make that clear to her in as simple english as I can conjure up. There was even one point where she exasperately exclaimed that how she wished she could talk to someone who knows Korean at that moment. Eventually, the message got through, but herein lies the 2nd problem : where the hell do we find coinphones in Orchard Road? (Singaporeans would be able to emphatise with this). So.. my Tuesday morning became a coinphone hunt along Orchard Road.. cool right^^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;inally, we found some coinphones in Lucky Plaza and we spent 15mins there trying to figure out how to dial Seoul, lol. (btw, Korean operators sound so sweet xD) When she finally got through to the visa provider, she was estatic! Lol. And after 10mins on the phone, her visa card was ready for another try. And to our relief, it worked. Btw, her name was Yoon Hee, and she offered to pay me 50 bucks for my trouble but I refused, so she asked me to at least let her treat me breakfast, which we had at Paragon, and shw commented that Singaporean tea tastes weird^^. Anyway, now that she's gotten to her source of cash, I was finally relieved to leave her with some tourist spots that she might wanna visit during her stay here along with some intructions on how to pruchase tickets back to Penang. Then it's back to bed for me.. gotta prepare for training later in the evening.. as Chin Seong puts it, too bad I have training that day HOR.. xD I will always remember the way she looked at me in disbelief and said, "You. Right. You. Right" after hanging up the payphone.. and smiled:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tw, here's some photos of the korean footballer whom I'm supposed to resemble.. lol.. you are welcome to make your comparisons with some of my photos in my earlier posts :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085034970684426674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RpGsXToVibI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wR9rfs69jZs/s320/2660.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Lee Dong Gook&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;..yet another one of my hmm-so-free-at-work-maybe-i-should-blog-again post.. ciao~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-8009679137171459222?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-follow-up-to-semi-charmed-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RpGsXToVibI/AAAAAAAAAGI/wR9rfs69jZs/s72-c/2660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-5161630051018351139</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 Jun 2007 02:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T10:35:29.907+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;strong&gt;Semi-charmed : part I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hen you live a semi-charmed kind of life like mine, angels fall out of the sky into your arms, parking tickets disappear.. well, you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o let's start with last week shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ast last Sunday was the day I was supposed to return to Penang, that is, till I thought I misplaced my passport at the watersport center when i actually didn't. I spent 17 bucks for the cab rides to and back from the watersport center and did nothing there but give the fat cat which always lingered around the center during the late evening a few pats on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hank goodness everything went according to plan on Monday night as I faithfully drag myh bags and paddle accross the causeway to the Larkin Bus Terminal. I bought my ticket on the spot as usual, and turned quite a few heads and got some rather approving nods from the employees at the bus terminal who, given my dark complexion and paddle, probably thought that I was some malay fisherman from one of the costal villages nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; don't quite remember what I did on Wednesday, but as promised, Chin Seong took me to the Bella Italia for pizza, which were wonderful.. and the manager was totally intrigued by the comic book "The Difference between Singaporeans and Malaysians" which I had with me at that moment. I had half a mind to just give him the book, but I had another special person in mind, so too bad la ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; managed to find eunice's house despite the incredibly simplistic map she drew for me. WE went for ice cream.. she complained about my driving.. and I attributed it to the pretty-girl-in-front-seat-stress-syndrome.. yada yada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ust for your info, my teammates were actually quite impresed with my driving(altho for mostly wrong reasons like breaking the traffic rules and illegal parking xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;o i was late for the trial session at the Teluk Bahang dam on Friday morning. I had a scary experience driving the car all the way up to the dam along the narrow coastal roads, given how little milage i've clocked since i got my license. So don't be too surprised if my teammates call me "Sul-tan Jo" for the next couple of months =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ets see.. I did alot of delivery and restocking errands throughout the race, including clearing out stocks of redbull and Toast'em bread from a few minimarts near my house, about 125 boxes of Tau Sar Pneah and other biscuits from Ghee Hiang(imagine up to the neck in a car filled with Tau Sar Pneah:D) and yeah, I did get ppl into trouble by fetching them to buy some beer and chips from 7-eleven.. my bad &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. IE ate my post... noooooooooooooo T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(retyped portion &gt;&lt;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;F you've read the papers lately and noticed this article abt some nus dragonboat team being disqualified over "dispirited" drumming... that would be us. Apparently, drumming with one hand is not considered "actively drumming". Naz was totally heartbroken(he did make an effort to drum throughout the race, as requested by the umpires). Ridiculous? Maybe. But nothing beats the way the organisers tried to hush hush our disqualification and carry on with the prize presentation to other teams without even informing Sean, our team manager 1st. That coupled with the nonchalant way the Tanjung Club Restaurant handled our orders, depressed me in that my beloved Penang is mistreating my beloved team so.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ell, at least we had fun and are more closely bonded then before. :) my my, long post.. better take a break 1st la.. blog again when i'm free.. ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;some photos courtesy of Mengchuan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078339148688308082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RnnijK6Gt3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/SSR5Lp2nTiQ/s320/asd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe it or not, this is our Teluk Bahang dam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078336129326298882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/Rnnfza6GtwI/AAAAAAAAAFI/42y8HbsX6Z0/s320/awa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Captain~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078336481513617170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RnngH66GtxI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/9hnsSJEMtCY/s320/er.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My immediate Lao Ban : Nazri &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078336786456295202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RnngZq6GtyI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Nta5k1NKTFk/s320/bx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Coxswain : Vijay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078337117168777010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/Rnngs66GtzI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HzqsJgPBoE4/s320/gss.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Briefing~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078337465061128002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RnnhBK6Gt0I/AAAAAAAAAFo/IMsd-J8DsDY/s320/jg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and then there's Jacob, our imported powerhouse, and a hit with the girls from the other teams :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078338195205568338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/Rnnhrq6Gt1I/AAAAAAAAAFw/JTa5D1y50oE/s320/xx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sashi and Andrew moving to the beat~ yeah, it was raining hard then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078338624702297954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RnniEq6Gt2I/AAAAAAAAAF4/NRJVesDMZto/s320/sgs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;and lastly, here's our guide to Penang food xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-5161630051018351139?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/06/semi-charmed-part-i-w-hen-you-live-semi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RnnijK6Gt3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/SSR5Lp2nTiQ/s72-c/asd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-1058853412704731742</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-06T00:23:34.808+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>It just turned 12 midnight, and I'm lying on my good old bed back in Penang, reminiscing about my 1st 24hours in Malaysia since my return. Well, that and waiting impatiently for ET to get her pretty little ass online. The weather's cool, food's intense, I'm sleepy and craving for alcohol at the moment for some reason.. maybe i should just go to bed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if religion is but carrot and stick, i'll pass..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-1058853412704731742?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-just-turned-12-midnight-and-im-lying.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-9204643403885990084</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2007 02:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-30T10:41:46.417+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day and day and day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nd there goes the last week of May, and hence my vacation attachment at my sponsoring company - for now.&lt;br /&gt;Today is my very last day at the company before I get the whole of the month June off so that I can concentrate on training with my dragonboat teammates for the dragonboat festival come the 30th. Looking back, these 3 weeks has its fair share of exciting, and yet sometimes hilariously unfortunate events which I'm starting to accept as a part of my perhaps semi-charmed life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;et's see. I met a lot of nice friendly people at the company, and not to mention machines which were 2-3 times my age. You'd be surprised to know that despite being old, they've almost never broke down before in their many years of service. No wonder the company which produced these machines went bust - there were no orders for new machines since the old ones seem to last forever xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got the chance to indulge myself in the super hot, and dust-filled, sauna-like atmosphere near the plant furnaces. As mentioned to a fellow staff on the orientation tour, it was more of a pore-opener than an eye-opener to us; and the guys were just grinning away at the girls from HR dept, with expressions which say, "NOW, you know what work is like for us xD ". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; met two charming young ladies from the HR department. One of which probably was either disgusted or extremely amused by my attempt to ask her to help me to fill in my feedback form for last week's staff orientation according the answer key ("54553554454434544545" "wonderful" "magnific" "Tan Jo" "QA/QC" "28/5/07") that I sent her through email. The other one was either irresistibly cute or was totally in love with "Milo" when she knocked her own head against a Milo tin she was playing with when she was little, making a tiny crescent-shaped scar in between her eyes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;an Jo probably made his own name known to the CEO of the company when he accidentally emailed a print request to his big big boss instead of to his colleague in the same room. *shudders in horror at the thought of being called to the CEO's office to pick up the printed documents that I requested* Good thing he was out of town when I sent out the email, so that I had time to recall the contents of the email through the mail system (WELL, I honestly hope that it worked) =P . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;rustration was the word to describe how my colleague and I felt during our attempts to mark out a 6m x 2.4m perfect triangle on the plant floor using nothing but chalk, a 60cm ruler and a measuring triangle. Oh my poor legs and back &gt;&lt; . I can't believe that I totally overlooked the fact that it could've been faster had I used a piece of string and chalk as a protractor to sweep out the sides and diagonals of the rectangle I was supposed to draw -- feeling stupid (this is reinforced by the fact that I did badly in my results of semester 2 which just came out last Saturday). You should've seen my black-as-coal fingers when I was done.. heck, even the chalk I was using turned black. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;f you have but one wish, what would you wish for?" was the question that I posed to people around me, ever since I overheard this pair of aunties chatting on the company bus about how a Miss Universe contestant wished to be able to take 2nd helpings without putting on weight. The responses are varied. A young friend of mine wished for a girlfriend. Another friend in NZ wished that his 2 assignment papers are done. An undergraduate in medical school wished that she would get her wings and halo soon and become a full-fledged 'angel', while another drama queen kind of girl wished that she'd know how to be herself better. My best friend wishes to be reincarnated as a girl, while my cousin and this other girl wished to have "endless wishes". It's interesting how one's response tell so much about their character and personality.. my conclusion? I have a lot of weird friends -- and I love them all xD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;he agrees with my postulate that horoscopes are a kind of personality brainwashing, and she paints her own room while chatting online in the middle of the night. Yay, another addition to my pool of crazy aquaintances! ^^ AND she's coming. Look out Singapore! xxxDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-9204643403885990084?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-and-day-and-day-nd-there-goes-last.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38889024.post-2546732229952062182</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 May 2007 13:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T10:35:30.941+08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RlWkUF6s9pI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Cl2kyuUMr0k/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;What are blogs for anyway?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; wonder.. what are blogs for? An avenue to update your friends and family about your life or is it just an lot in cyberspace for you to rant about your life and other's lives in a bid to elicit attention and sympathy from your readers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;T showed me her ex-boyfriend's rather disturbing blog-- aside from being filled with obscenities which tend to distract the reader due to his limited vocabulary of obscenities(not that I like reading posts filled with them anyway), the author was also quick to slap bad labels onto his ex, and the groups that he was affiliated to, like his school's prefectorial board. In short, throughout his meagre 6 posts on his blog, I found it disgusting that his tone was one where it was as if the world owes him a good life and that all the undesirable things that happened to him was that of other people's doing - he would first blame his enemies, and if that were not possible, he would proceed on to blame his friends, and eventually fate and the supernatural - Not once did he put the blame on himself. Everybody is wrong except o' noble he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ave I ever told you about how much I hate people who claim that life sucks, especially those who are not ripe enough to have strands of white in their hair? No? In that case, look me up on msn if you really have the time to burn xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nyway, sometimes I wonder if the purpose of my blogs resemble more of the latter than former as mentioned at the start of this post. Somehow, I find that I seem to feel less inclined to post here whenever I am feeling very happy and contented with my life. Take the last two weeks for instance, the sudden surge of optimism which I obtained through studying various religious doctrines and philosophy has left my poor blog deprived of updates..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;K larh! I admit that leaving for work at 6.30am and reaching home at 7.00pm and the intensified dragonboat trainings that I have to attend has often left me too tired and lazy to post updates, since I know myself to not be able to resist making long posts once I started typing. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! Enough of that. Some updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;T is coming to NUS! Crop-circles and abductions aside, I'm really excited that she's coming over! I hope we have lots of fun together^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have my own workstation despite being just an intern^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/strong&gt; colleagues at the department that I'm attached too maybe mostly ah peks, but they are demn cute, funny and friendly^^ you gotta love 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;alf the machines in the lab are at least twice my age &gt;&lt; style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" size="4"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; just sat thru staff orientation today. Met alot of other young colleages there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;'ve been told that it might be arranged for me such that I'm to get interviewed by some scholarship publication. Sounds fun huh^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SN is demn sucky. It's been like that for days ady. I can't even have a proper chat with ET. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some pics..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068137620768093858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RlWkUF6s9qI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jY8easGJ2GQ/s200/DSC00120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That´s me in my goggles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068137895646000818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RlWkkF6s9rI/AAAAAAAAAEw/nDlTsiO9bjE/s200/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And that´s Stitch feeling blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38889024-2546732229952062182?l=10joules.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://10joules.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-are-blogs-for-anyway-i-wonder.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (10 Joules)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zvqVkky2WBE/RlWkUF6s9qI/AAAAAAAAAEo/jY8easGJ2GQ/s72-c/DSC00120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>