<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:06:27.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Move on</title><subtitle type='html'>To gain something, you must present something of equivalent value. That is the law of equivalent law of trade.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-116870410167640083</id><published>2007-01-13T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T08:01:41.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Alright, being random again. just blogging bout some more interesting events recently. Started yesterday at Raffles City food court in a dialogue between me and the char kueh uncle.&lt;br /&gt;Me: uncle, char kueh black one.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: sold finished.&lt;br /&gt;*disappointed, about to turn away in despair.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: white one can anot?&lt;br /&gt;*puzzled, i started scanning around for the black sauce they use to cook black carrot cake. And, standing right beside the hot pan was the black sauce, and inside the pan was the carrot cake. I was very tempted to ask what exactly was out of stock. lol. anyway i just ordered the white one. but den again, dont u find it funny that he told me the black one sold finish. Arent the black and white ones the same carrot cake, only difference being whether they add the sauce anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so blah blahblah blahblah, I went to a remotely located ktv pub around the paradiz centre area. When i came out of the lift, it was so dark I could barely see what's ahead of me. Anyway, I went into the rooms itself. Gotta say I was impressed. The rooms though dimly lit giving the sleazy feel, it was big and spacious, mikes were wireless and you can even surf the net or watch scv. But, it was sleazy for a reason. I went in the afternoon but at night, the female singers will be in the house and if i am not wrong, you can see which of the girls you like by looking at one of the tvs in the room. hmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah whatever, damn sleepy already, eyes about 3/4 closed so lets quickly move on to the last event. man, cant even think properly. Alright, last happening was about this man who couldnt stop blowin his nose on board a crowded bus. He cleared his throat and would let rip a deafening blow of the nose, without covering his damn nose! To make things worse, I think his aerial shots hit me and not to mention the lady right in front of him. Utterly disgusting, totally disgusted. That was a few mths back when I first saw him. Saw him again today, seen him twice and never want to see him again. Damn old idiot was there doing the same damn thing. The moment I realised he was him, I took flight and made sure I was at least a safe 5-10metres away. So to distant myself from his position at the rear door, I hurried to the front and kept myself low and small, as well as getting ready to avoid any high speed balls of goo flying towards my hapless self. My stop came, I tapped my card and zoomed out of the bus. I WAS SAFE AT LAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconsiderate. Pui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-116870410167640083?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/116870410167640083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=116870410167640083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/116870410167640083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/116870410167640083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2007/01/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-116834051657386706</id><published>2007-01-09T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T03:01:56.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade to oblivion</title><content type='html'>Happens all the time, everywhere around you. Some know it, others refuse to admit it. Some say it, others ignore it. Suddenly felt like blogging bout this issue cause i sort of had some feelings stirring up inside me when i saw my cousin's nick. He's 13, new school, alien environment and just a few days into school term his nick goes something like this," I MISS ALL MY FRIENDS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sad, really sad. You thought this guy is going to be your bestest friend ever. More often than not, reality strikes. You change a school, class or whatever and suddenly your bestest best friend becomes the bestest best friend of another person. Happened to me when i transcend from pri to sec sch, sec1 to sec 2 and the story continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really grateful for a good bunch of buddies who've been with me thru my lameness and bullshit for the past many years. Do hope we fulfill the 2030 meeting. I fear the fade to oblivion might happen again but I can only hope. Hope is the only thing pulling me along now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-116834051657386706?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/116834051657386706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=116834051657386706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/116834051657386706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/116834051657386706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2007/01/fade-to-oblivion.html' title='Fade to oblivion'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-116393004893098763</id><published>2006-11-19T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T01:54:08.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>Time, look where we are and what we've been thru baby, time.... Old song from backstreet boys. sounded something like that. This song just suddenly came to my mind when i was pondering about my current post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to fly when you're having fun, I mean really fly. my weekend just went pass so fast i didnt noe wad hit me and i felt helpless as my friday becomes sat and sat in turn becomes sunday. And here I am, on a sunday evening, at 1737, 1hr from leaving the house, trying to blog out my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the time when I did my 1st ever guard duty. Sat guard, had to book in on a friday night and start from sat morning all the way thru sat and until sunday morning, basically burnt my whole weekend, thank you very much. So i was doing my 2hr shift. i look at the clock. 2.30am. Eternity passed and i glanced at the clock again, 2.37. Cobwebs gathered, tried my luck again hoping to see a 3 starter. Nope, 2.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? its the same duration, but its a world of difference. how nice if the thing turns around. time crawls when u're having fun and time flies when wad you're doing is such a chore.  yet, since i already labeled the 2 contrasting moments, times ,however u would name it, in this manner of extremity, i guess it would be highly impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all in the mind, is it not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-116393004893098763?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/116393004893098763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=116393004893098763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/116393004893098763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/116393004893098763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/11/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-116144705883885316</id><published>2006-10-21T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:10:58.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no title</title><content type='html'>i looked at my blog title, its called "move on". that's something i don't do very well. I don't just move on from something bad, i sit there whine complain groan and still i wont move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont just move on from ONE bad decision. i ponder over it even when it's already over over over. problem is i think i made quite alot of bad decisions. where's the damn restart button. god damn it. suddenly, the effects of the many many decisions i made this 4-5 years came to haunt me, HAUNTING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"retribution, yes no no yes, the guy who quit ......." its blogging my whole mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den i started thinking, what's with being the nice guy. u be the nice guy and still pple criticises u, don't like you etc. i noe i cant make everyone like me but its riddiculous some of the comments pple make. they're true, but its freaking insensitive. you aren't me, so don't judge me. bloody hell, anyway i always hated that guy. come to think of it, why not be a bastard, who noes how it would have turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-116144705883885316?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/116144705883885316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=116144705883885316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/116144705883885316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/116144705883885316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-title.html' title='no title'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-116013322937235805</id><published>2006-10-06T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T04:13:49.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back</title><content type='html'>Okay, since he was the last to tag, lets dedicate this post to sc, coincides with his arrival too. songbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, could have been a great week, basically haven slept in camp so much for so long but some explosives had to take out half my platoon. MEDIC. well actually i meant tensions built up to such a level it exploded. its bad, but we'll see how things work out. dun really have much positive outlook on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some crap to get things going. mmm...&lt;br /&gt;mmm....&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;mmmm.... the mmm makes me think of food. shld i just go eat dinner now? NAH, i have to finish my entry being the dedicated and commited blogger that i am, so dedicated i used to have 4mths old cobweb manifesting on my blog. nvm that. Back to food, went yuki yaki last week with the bastards and someone showed me the no.101 way to piss pple off. picture a hotplate, those without the hole in the middle, just one big ass plate. you got 10000000 pieces of chicken there, covering round 1/4 of the plate, your rightful designated area. Just for fun, someone with another quarter of the plate decides to takeover your position. He sets up his FUP, puts the meat there, move a lil to the firebase. during the attack, he squeezes your 10 thousand freaking pieces of meat into approx an area of 1cm * 1cm, sometimes less depending on his ruthlessness. VOILA, the no.101 way of pissing pple off. Okay, that marks the end of my commitment, have to foxtrot oscar now. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-116013322937235805?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/116013322937235805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=116013322937235805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/116013322937235805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/116013322937235805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-115909465439170511</id><published>2006-09-24T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T03:44:14.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Days</title><content type='html'>Remembered that day when my bus took me past my sec sch bus stop. A horde of white enthusiast invaded the bus and another big crowd wandering just opposite of the glass. I saw smiles, heard laughter and sensed energy. I felt the innocence as I was reminded how I used to be. A mere few years and the smile lost its radiance, laughter lost its voice and energy, I doubt there is any left. At 19, I feel like an old man. Only an old man says the good old days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-115909465439170511?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/115909465439170511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=115909465439170511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/115909465439170511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/115909465439170511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-old-days.html' title='Good Old Days'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-115848441521814209</id><published>2006-09-17T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T02:13:35.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>1year 10mths of freedom&lt;br /&gt;1year 10mths of worry&lt;br /&gt;1year 10mths of frustrations&lt;br /&gt;1year 10mths of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-115848441521814209?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/115848441521814209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=115848441521814209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/115848441521814209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/115848441521814209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/09/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-115788683467759388</id><published>2006-09-10T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T04:13:54.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the value of absence</title><content type='html'>Ever felt humans always take things for granted? when something is there, its just there. when its not there, we mourn over the loss of it. these things come in many form, people, objects and skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example Steve Irwin. He is a renowned croc hunter and... think that's probably what most people would say. Yet recently when his death was published, many nicks bout paying tribute to him and those full of awe kind of feelings comes out. He should have had the luxury of this kind of treatment before he died if they really think so highly of him, so why such reactions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to talk bout myself but....nvm something along that line. something bout cherishing what is not there. hmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-115788683467759388?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/115788683467759388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=115788683467759388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/115788683467759388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/115788683467759388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/09/value-of-absence.html' title='the value of absence'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-115771897842960473</id><published>2006-09-08T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T05:36:18.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Yo, all loyal fans and friends and supporters and anyone who just happened to pass by, a sincere welcome to you guys. Haven touched this blog in like hmm.... 10,000 years? i dunno, nearly forgot my username and pw too. well, if nth, tag me a lil, at least pple MIGHT think this blog is alive and at least read 5 of my entries, might is the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, skip the crap and straight to the point. Still in the army and army being army, routine and organised, obviously i haven have much stuff to say that is out of the box. Basically i am going for scout course in around 2-3 days time, as derek said, can awol already. so those going for the course, pls all awol so i can be the best and only trainee. okay lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some stuff bout driving in SAF. its like so easy to get charged its riddiculous. All this boils down alot to everyone trying to push the blame, not get charged etc. its irritating. the system needs a change, seriously and desperately. well, i am human so dun expect me to ever be contended. anyways, gd luck to derek and myself for 911, sc for 917. tts bout it, peace and see ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-115771897842960473?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/115771897842960473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=115771897842960473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/115771897842960473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/115771897842960473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/09/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114880496154128548</id><published>2006-05-28T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T01:29:21.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sianzzz</title><content type='html'>2 years. That's all I am going to type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114880496154128548?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114880496154128548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114880496154128548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114880496154128548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114880496154128548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/05/sianzzz.html' title='Sianzzz'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114381825214786595</id><published>2006-03-31T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T07:17:32.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Cygnus, sexy</title><content type='html'>Alright, Mr.Cygnus best game ever, best audio ever is OUT NOW. clicked on wcreplays, just randomly, no actually my routine check, then out pops the pimp master himself with this long awaited audio, sweet. Downloading now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit moon is gosu. He has 3 hands, I'm sure of it. Continuous surrounds, 3 or 4 in a row to turn the game around, ambush surround, surrounding 2 units at one go. only moon can do that kind of stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114381825214786595?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114381825214786595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114381825214786595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114381825214786595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114381825214786595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/03/mr-cygnus-sexy.html' title='Mr Cygnus, sexy'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114311860430710706</id><published>2006-03-23T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T04:56:44.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT</title><content type='html'>I want my Mr.cygnus lameness and a longer stint at teaching. I kinda looked forward to seeing my classes. let's hope I still get to go back next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114311860430710706?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114311860430710706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114311860430710706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114311860430710706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114311860430710706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want.html' title='I WANT'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114284720384449192</id><published>2006-03-20T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T01:33:23.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day teaching</title><content type='html'>Wow, impressive, I don't know if the students liked me but I found it quite fun and the people in cchsm are nice and friendly, staff and students both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chao cool, abit hard to make them understand, but I sincerely want to make them feel comfortable so I think I slacked more than I taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, take things easy first. LoL. I hope they don't hate the way I explain, LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114284720384449192?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114284720384449192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114284720384449192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114284720384449192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114284720384449192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-day-teaching.html' title='first day teaching'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114260999680810811</id><published>2006-03-17T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T07:39:56.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very old friend</title><content type='html'>I met a very old friend today, almost ancient. He was my pri4 basketball friend. Last time, he was damn short, shortest in the team i think and was a damn good dribbler. Smart chap also, EM1, RI somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today was playing soccer at HCI. Suddenly I found this guy familiar. I started to think and realised could he be that old friend? It was confirmed when his friends called him by name. Still the same way of calling his name. He never really changed also, same face, just taller now, taller den me, T_T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I had the chance to talk to him, so i asked him if he was from konghwa, is he timo. And, I was shocked that he could recognise me. I thought I changed alot but i guess not. Its really wicked cool to meet an old friend like this, so coincidental. It was a bit awkward cos we haven seen each other since P6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such meetings are darn cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114260999680810811?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114260999680810811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114260999680810811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114260999680810811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114260999680810811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/03/very-old-friend.html' title='A very old friend'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114251081969062404</id><published>2006-03-16T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T04:21:17.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STABBED, *bleeding</title><content type='html'>darken the statements that are true to you.italise the statements that you wish are true.leave the fibs alone.then, stab 5 people to do the same test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't watch tv these days.&lt;br /&gt;i own lots of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;br /&gt;i love to play video games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried marijuana.(SMLJ)&lt;br /&gt;i have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;i have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;br /&gt;i curse sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i have changed mentally a lot over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;i carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;br /&gt;i've broken somebody's bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i would get plastic surger if it were 100% safe, free of cost and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;i need money right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talk really, really fast. (if only)&lt;br /&gt;i have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;i have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't survive without caller id.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i like the way i look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have a hidden talent.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of friends. (i have enough, quality wise)&lt;br /&gt;i am currently single! (NO INDIANO)&lt;br /&gt;i have pecked someone of the same sex. (NO GAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;i love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoy window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;i don't hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dislike them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;br /&gt;i'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;i watch mtv on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;i have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;i've rejected someone before. (hmm, yes no no yes i dunno)&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have changed a diaper before.&lt;br /&gt;i've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not allergic to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;i am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have tried alcohol before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;i own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i would die for my best friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that Pizza hut has the best pizzas&lt;br /&gt;i have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love Michael Jackson, scandals and all. (didnt like his scandals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;i watch Spongebob Squarepants and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;i have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am happy at this moment!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm obsessed with guys. (NO GAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Democrat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am punk rockish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am preppy. (wtf)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i study for tests most of the time&lt;/strong&gt; (is 50% most of the time? lol)&lt;br /&gt;i tie my shoelaces differently from anyone else i've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;i can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;i love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am comfortable with who i am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;i walk barefoot whenever i can.&lt;br /&gt;i have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;i love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;i spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;br /&gt;i'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;i worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hate office jobs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love sci-fi movies. (starswars)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i think water rules. (y dun have wind, i confirm choose wind)&lt;br /&gt;i went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;i like sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i adore bright colours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant live without black eyeliners.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why the hell i just did this stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;i usually like covers better than originals. (wtf)&lt;br /&gt;i can pick things up with my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't whistle.&lt;/strong&gt; (confirm)&lt;br /&gt;i can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's slither. (huh)&lt;br /&gt;i have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;br /&gt;i still have every journal i've ever written in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't stick to a diet.&lt;br /&gt;i talk in my sleep.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;br /&gt;climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;i have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;i wear a toe ring. (smlj, how to walk)&lt;br /&gt;i have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand at LEAST one person that i work with.&lt;br /&gt;i am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;i cosplay or &lt;strong&gt;know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;i will collect anything, the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm an artist.  (sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;i only clean my room when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i like a person of the same sex. (no gay, 3rd time posting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love being happy. (of course)&lt;br /&gt;i am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114251081969062404?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114251081969062404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114251081969062404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114251081969062404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114251081969062404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/03/stabbed-bleeding.html' title='STABBED, *bleeding'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114250989264053191</id><published>2006-03-16T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T03:51:32.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PISSED</title><content type='html'>K, I was online, saw a friend and asked if he wants to play with my cousin. 1v1. He said wait for him 1min. I told him if he doesnt want to play, I can let my cousin go play himself. He started some unmanner fucking shit. That got me a lil pissed cos its really blatant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I waited at the channel, he went to the channel, talked some shit and without warning, he went off to play with another friend. Actually, i could ask my cousin play with them, but no, this is wrong. ITS SCREWED UP. Don't tell pple something, ask them to wait and go do something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't do this kind of shit to me, I am a petty person. This anger will boil for the next few days, maybe the next few weeks. NB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114250989264053191?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114250989264053191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114250989264053191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114250989264053191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114250989264053191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/03/pissed.html' title='PISSED'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114225212814234695</id><published>2006-03-13T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T04:15:28.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>honourable mention</title><content type='html'>Okay, some people need honourable mentions. 'Honourable'. Yea, in this case, I'm talking bout a guy who is the standard prototype for possesive and insane behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knows a girl for 1 day, no less then 1 day.&lt;br /&gt;Send her home&lt;br /&gt;Shout bye so loudly the whole neighbourhood hears&lt;br /&gt;Peeps at who you're calling, sms-ing etc&lt;br /&gt;Isnt a close fren or boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Tells the girl he wants to tan with her on the 2nd day of knowing her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be fast, but this pace is insane. More haste less speed. Know when to do what and give people some space. I'm not a guru of tackling girls, but somethings are common sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114225212814234695?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114225212814234695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114225212814234695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114225212814234695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114225212814234695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/03/honourable-mention.html' title='honourable mention'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114198772131893521</id><published>2006-03-10T02:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T02:48:41.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STFU PIGEON</title><content type='html'>anyone know where to find a bird shooting gun? i m going to fuck those pigeons if i find one. whole day make their stupid call. call like a pussy. kpkb whole day. high pitched and noisy. stfu la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking ugly, freaking noisy, equally dirty and full of shit. shit here, shit there. spread the germs left, spread it right. if they wanna exterminate crows, they should kill the pigeons first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, crows are not that dirty IMO. they jus screw up your plates, plastic bags, dustbins etc. but in terms of germs i think the pigeons seemed like the winner. and i defintely think they look more disgusting too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ndly, crows dun make such irritating high pitch sounds. if the crows and pigeons call together, i really think pigeons will make u wanna kill them. crows, never really heard their call b4, probably has a much lower pitch call. correct me if i am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rdly, there are more pigeons den crows here. probably all the crows had been shot down. THEREFORE, pls, pigeons' turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REST MY CASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114198772131893521?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114198772131893521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114198772131893521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114198772131893521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114198772131893521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/03/stfu-pigeon.html' title='STFU PIGEON'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114198509320334963</id><published>2006-03-10T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T02:04:53.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRIVING!! no vroom.</title><content type='html'>DAMN IT, y i keep getting that stupid point wrong. and i kept thinking bout biting point thruout my drive. made me drive like a pussy. pussy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me try to remember it theoratically. Release clutch 2 inches, step accelerator, half clutch, slowly release. Either i will zham accelerator at 1inch, or i will release half clutch str8 away. GG BOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the brake, damn brake, no idea y i can brake until stall. Instructor suddenly say brake lightly. man, its hard to drive under instructions although with instructions i won't die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID JUNCTIONS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114198509320334963?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114198509320334963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114198509320334963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114198509320334963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114198509320334963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/03/driving-no-vroom.html' title='DRIVING!! no vroom.'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114191070827294796</id><published>2006-03-09T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T05:25:08.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>old perverts</title><content type='html'>You're perverted, its alright if you are young, round 10+ to 40+, its really alright. Do funny shit, go ahead, i hope you get slapped or kicked somewhere where it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're old, its alright, people give way to you, give you needed help at times. Courtesy comes by once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you are old and perverted, its not alright. You do your funny shit on the funny street, bus, road etc. Seeing you are old, people can't really hit you. Its a tough combi, and sadly it exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest the use of singaporean's top skills in dealing with trouble; calling the cops. We need their assistance in the fight against this deadly combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old pervert, dun let me see you, I may not be the usual singaporean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114191070827294796?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114191070827294796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114191070827294796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114191070827294796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114191070827294796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/03/old-perverts.html' title='old perverts'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114178809607353888</id><published>2006-03-07T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T19:21:38.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning tastebuds</title><content type='html'>Is it only me? In the mornings, food taste like crap. At night, I can eat a slice of bread plain but ask me to do that in the morning, I would be struggling. Tea taste weird in the mornings too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's exactly behind this morning tasteless-ness? Tried looking up howstuffworks.com but to no avail. Let's take it that its screwed in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since food taste much worse compared to at nights, it led me wondering. I started linking this idea to why some food stalls only open at night. Off hand I can name a few, bedok 85market ba chor mee, bedok Yo Ji Mee Sua, Punggol Nasi Lemak. Look at those food, they are breakfast, early lunch material, yet they open at night. I've tried all except the nasi lemak which is to my regret. They taste great! So, does it really do your food more justice to eat them at night? Well i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Role of breakfast? I think it just serves to not make u go hungry as well as making the other meals taste better, comparatively. If your breakfast, your 1st meal of the day tasted like crap, the next meal say lunch would be good even if its not the best. No wonder parents ask kids to eat their breakfast. No, not to be fit and strong, but to make sure the next few meals they present to them would definitely be to the kids liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout food, I'm going to cook a chicken chop soon. Seems easy to me, marinate and fry. Hope I don't cook something crappy. Cheesecake's recipe is so complicated. arghh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114178809607353888?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114178809607353888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114178809607353888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114178809607353888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114178809607353888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/03/morning-tastebuds_07.html' title='Morning tastebuds'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114173181376683632</id><published>2006-03-07T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T03:43:33.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not working?</title><content type='html'>okay, i've came to a conclusion, that my old judebox doesnt work. The only reason i kept it is in hope that i could once again listen to the wonderful MCR songs. No luck, so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the things that doesnt work, you know what, delete/destroy/erase/throw it. That's what's gonna happen to my old skin. Poor thing, but you know, that's life. Sorry old skin, you have to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY, let bygones be bygones. If the old don't go, the new will never come. Welcome readers as i give u guys a new layout. Its darker, a little bit animation sort of picture in the background. Simple, sketchy and futuristic kind of feel. Hope you all like it and i hope i can update soon with something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the peeps who read my blog. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114173181376683632?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114173181376683632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114173181376683632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114173181376683632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114173181376683632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/03/not-working.html' title='Not working?'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114129913521837109</id><published>2006-03-02T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T03:32:15.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr.cygnus</title><content type='html'>I want my Mr.Cygnus' KICKASS-funniest audio ever. GOGO wcreplays, give me some cygnus. Guess what, instead of cygnus, I got sickness. -.-" argghhhh....#$%^&amp;amp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114129913521837109?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114129913521837109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114129913521837109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114129913521837109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114129913521837109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/03/mrcygnus.html' title='mr.cygnus'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114129894088143080</id><published>2006-03-02T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T03:29:00.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Underworld</title><content type='html'>UNDERWORLD: EVOLUTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think Aeon Flux is boring, this show is somehow similar. In a nutshell, an ass kicking babe kicking asses throughout the show. Something different is there is a sexual scene between the lovely Kate Beckinsale and the wolfman hybrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To spoil it, basically its just to free this so called original werewolf and this supposedly extremely powerful original vampire is going to free his twin brother, the original werewolf. He planned to create a new race with him as God. He sounds powerful, isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, yes, that vampire looks menancing, killing with no real deal at all. But during the last battle, he just got his ass kicked by the female lead and thrown into the helicopter blades, becoming a bloody mess of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his twin brother, the all powerful original werewolf, came out for like only 5 mins. For one hour, the plot was about setting the werewolf free. He came out 5mins and got his mouth ripped apart by the male lead, something like how king kong ripped apart T-rex's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corny plot with not much wit, very fast battles in a dark background that blurs much of the action, its not a show I would recommend. The only cool thing bout it, is when Kate Beckinsale dodged some bullets and sprinted from tree to tree in a flash and kicking some police ass. That was way better den the last battle. If you want plot, watch something else, if you want action, watch star wars episode one. Man that light sabre duel is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114129894088143080?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114129894088143080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114129894088143080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114129894088143080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114129894088143080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/03/underworld.html' title='Underworld'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114112531290279342</id><published>2006-02-28T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T03:15:12.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that guy...</title><content type='html'>Was on my ahgong's car that day and we were on the way home. Just then, I saw this guy who was bout to use the zebra crossing. there were no cars at the moment, so he walked across. As he was halfway across the zebra crossing, he saw a car a distance away. Instead of finishing his journey across the zebra crossing, he decided to be funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning back to where he came from secs ago, he attempted to cross the zebra crossing again, this time, having that car wait for him to stroll pass. Yes, he took his time to cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, a car is going to kill that guy. What? cheap thrill from making cars wait for his bloody ass? Pathetic being, go die in fire. Whatsup with that guy anyway. Seriously, he looks grown up enuff but his brain isnt at all developed, mayb still at infant stages or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a better idea Mr.Cars-wait-for-me, you should go to the expressway, maybe PIE or something. Run across halfway, jog back and stroll across again. Definitely do it when there are ferraris or BMWs there travelling at round 120kmh. Preferbably at night. NOW thats thrilling, isnt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HATE PPLE WHO DOES THINGS FOR CHEAP THRILLS. cheap thrilling asses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114112531290279342?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114112531290279342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114112531290279342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114112531290279342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114112531290279342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/02/that-guy.html' title='that guy...'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114088344594764637</id><published>2006-02-25T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T08:04:05.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>choice of words</title><content type='html'>Suddenly thought how words with almost similar meaning or same meaning can mean so differently.&lt;br /&gt;Siam is actually excuse me in hokkien but people probably would get pissed if you ask them to siam while excuse me is like one of the most over-used words.&lt;br /&gt;My powerful brain forgot the other few I thought of few hours ago. I have some new ones but I dun think they are really that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought carnation milk. GOGO teh-c.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114088344594764637?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114088344594764637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114088344594764637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114088344594764637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114088344594764637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/02/choice-of-words.html' title='choice of words'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114077685364456908</id><published>2006-02-24T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T02:27:33.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright ladies and gentleman, A lvls results out on March 1st. Finally put a date on it. Goodluck pple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for results and the funniest ever MrCygnus audio commentary. GOGO results and cygnus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114077685364456908?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114077685364456908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114077685364456908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114077685364456908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114077685364456908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/02/alright-ladies-and-gentleman-lvls.html' title=''/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114052374814496176</id><published>2006-02-21T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T04:09:08.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Saga</title><content type='html'>Heard bout it? Most probably so. The saga bout the sexual video of the poly girl was all over the headlines of newspapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially saw it over the net, on the forums. So, i thought that's that. Wouldnt hear about it anymore. No. For the next 2 days, the news published headlines regarding this incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I don't think it should be given so much mention. A headline story, those kind fit for murder cases. This isn't that big and why then is the coverage more then it should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likely reason is, sadly, sex sells. It's local, it's obtainable somehow, it's sex. THEREFORE, it sells. You catch the headlines saying something so close and sexual, definitely a must buy. Its like having a chu mei feng in Singapore. Remember how much hoo-ha there was over that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the victim is definitely the female lead. Come on, leave the private bedroom alone. A handphone is a very personal thing, so its really okay to record stuff in it. But the fact that someone exploited it, is really wrong. I didnt really read bout the details cos I will die trying to read the antsy chinese words. A lot of people should already know, and many more going to find out, imagine what people would say bout the poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is not Singapore, maybe this would be a minor mention. Its jus sex, no big deal. Don't tell me no one does it. How else babies come out. Sex needs to be fun, of cos there must be the various positions and the kink. Or else, HOW BORING. So, nothing to disgust about, if any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, give her a break. Let's see what tml newspaper would be printing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114052374814496176?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114052374814496176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114052374814496176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114052374814496176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114052374814496176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/02/video-saga.html' title='Video Saga'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-114041149737746267</id><published>2006-02-19T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:58:17.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah</title><content type='html'>Punctured after a 2.0k morning run. Wasn't the fastest of runs still. My tank must realy be so empty, got to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Struggled to get 30 knock-downs. Quite tragic. I never really could do more den 40. Never really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, my running route is kallang park connector. Wanted to check out that route cos its the nearest running route, I think, that I could get to without taking a bus. Then, along the route, I saw this footbridge or something. BLOODYY HELL, its so damn low. I went under it and felt so constrained and so restricted, I looked up all the time and the fear of smashing my head against the ceiling was so immense. I went only half way through it when I decided to turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I was stunned. The way back looks low longer then expected, the ceiling lower then experienced. I felt dizzy. I squatted, I held my hands up, I covered my head. It looked so near, yet my hands didnt even touch it. Unbelievable irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA LEARN HOW TO MAKE COFFEE SHOP TEH SI. Anyone can help me out? What tea to use? What milk, how much of everything etc. THnx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-114041149737746267?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/114041149737746267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=114041149737746267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114041149737746267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/114041149737746267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/02/blah-blah.html' title='blah blah'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113992552696664714</id><published>2006-02-14T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T05:58:46.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computerisation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Computerisation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was reading sgforums and found an interesting thread. then i started thinking, what if computers and automation becomes so intelligent humans can basically do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way to look at it is living leisurely. Another way is to say humans become useless. You press I wan food and food comes out. mayb they become so intelligent they start experimenting with recipes and create newer, better tasting ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comparison, current mankind might be stone age to the intelligent automation. People have enigineered intelligence, genes so it would make them highly superior. Those who don't undergo these processes become left far behind. thrown aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human traits become out of point. Dependency on human intelligence goes to zero. I think that's scary isn't it. The movie I-robot comes to mind. Robots trying to take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What becomes of us? will we become humans with big heads small limbs like how our textbook portrays humans of the future. Or our brains is part mechanised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the future hold?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113992552696664714?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113992552696664714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113992552696664714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113992552696664714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113992552696664714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/02/computerisation.html' title='Computerisation'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113990646330493082</id><published>2006-02-14T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:41:03.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't you just love it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you just love it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love wad? I'm talking bout people who can verbally tease/insult/irritate others with such grace and vocabulary. I jus love it when I hear abuse that is so rich in vocab the antagonize probably needs a dictionary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just spewing out all the vulgarities can sufficiently show anger. But hey, wouldn't it be cool if you could show the anger without vulgarities and in place a load of smooth flowing sentences.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AWESOME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's like one of the best uses of english. lol. Sarcarsm, vocab, metaphors and all the wonderful stuff in english coming together to suffice to a directed tease is so classy. Exponents of such a trade pls feel free to type one of the many smoothies on the tagboard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am insane. lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113990646330493082?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113990646330493082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113990646330493082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113990646330493082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113990646330493082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-you-just-love-it.html' title='don&apos;t you just love it?'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113974907825399867</id><published>2006-02-12T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T04:59:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 seemed it just passed, until someone told me I am old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pple can make you laugh by saying fuck you, some pple jus cant make you laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its more fun to play war3 with a lame strat den play wad everyone else plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is A's results coming out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Ching Wen is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m unfit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113974907825399867?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113974907825399867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113974907825399867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113974907825399867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113974907825399867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/02/thoughts.html' title='thoughts'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113933309683676447</id><published>2006-02-07T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T09:24:56.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pronounciation</title><content type='html'>How!!! do you pronounce this. My first reaction was OMGWTFBBQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHWARZKOPF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its some hair styling thingy, think i saw it at saloons.(spelt saloon or salon? bleahx) I was wondering, what if someone wanted to buy this brand in singapore, how will he pronounce it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Erm excuse me, where can I find the styling materials by Shetz-War-Z-KOH-P-F?&lt;br /&gt;Store Personel: ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113933309683676447?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113933309683676447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113933309683676447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113933309683676447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113933309683676447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/02/pronounciation.html' title='Pronounciation'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113932232208149478</id><published>2006-02-07T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T06:25:22.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep pool</title><content type='html'>Deep Pool. Damn scary. The feeling is totally different. I thought it would be no different from a shallow pool. But psychology played in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I swam too close to the side, I can't swim properly 'cause my legs hit the sides. Too far from the side and I feel scared. At least I swam a few laps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having water to about your neck isn't very comfortable. There's a pressure of sorts and its hard to breathe. I couldn't breathe as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning is fun. Overcoming is exciting. A new experience. Hopefully I do better next time round. Anyway $3 entry to safra pool is real steep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tt's bout it. short entry. what did i wanna write about that day? Nevermind, I shall read my blog to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113932232208149478?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113932232208149478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113932232208149478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113932232208149478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113932232208149478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/02/deep-pool.html' title='Deep pool'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113915435123708663</id><published>2006-02-05T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T07:45:51.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iShuffle</title><content type='html'>I received an iShuffle. SONGBO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113915435123708663?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113915435123708663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113915435123708663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113915435123708663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113915435123708663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/02/ishuffle.html' title='iShuffle'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113915415349296996</id><published>2006-02-05T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T07:42:33.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Downsize to size</title><content type='html'>Downsize to size&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was flipping thru the papers today, can't believe I actually did read but anyways I saw this article bout downsizing houses. Example 5 room to 3 room. sounds bad? Well I really think those guys who downsized are smart. Think upkeep if u guys play warcraft. You buy alot of troops, you seem strong but you have high upkeep and you mine much less gold than u should. What if your army dies, you can't rebuild it. What if, you need cash and the property prices goes down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like the idea of being asset rich. Assets as in property car whatsoever. Cash rich sounds better. The only thing that is worth putting your money in is children. Yes, they may be unfilial but well I still think its better than cars. That was what chao qi tai said. Cool guy, he was talking bout money yesterday, real cool. He said he doesn't really need to take money out from his pocket. He is at that kind of stage. Cool, anyways lets go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downsize to size. Dreams-wise many people have big ass dreams. Earn one million etc. But what's the one million if you die, fall ill etc. Why not have big dreams like living thru life comfortably and in good health. Its big, not asset wise, cash-wise but its big. You have enuff, you are healthy, you are happy. Isn't that great. However I don't think many would think like me. Ambition comes in and thats a long story. Mayb i will talk bout ambition soon. Have an idea churning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bout it for now. Happy Chinese New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113915415349296996?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113915415349296996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113915415349296996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113915415349296996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113915415349296996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/02/downsize-to-size.html' title='Downsize to size'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113867158426438331</id><published>2006-01-30T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T17:39:44.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAWNED</title><content type='html'>PAWNED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. This is so funny, I did a primary 6 chinese question wrongly. lol. Then my cousin asked me how I passed JC chinese. lol damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I was so used to the habit of making some mistakes, even this kind of question also can wrong. lol. I remembered that time i struggled with the PSLE maths question that appeared on papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain must be rusting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113867158426438331?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113867158426438331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113867158426438331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113867158426438331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113867158426438331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/01/pawned.html' title='PAWNED'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113863590082640392</id><published>2006-01-30T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T07:45:00.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Not Stupid Too</title><content type='html'>I Not Stupid Too&lt;br /&gt;Very nice show, really worth watching. Its a hilarious, heart warming tear dropping masterpiece by Jack Neo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the show really relates to me, my life, my experience that's why I find it very touching. I was close to crying. Really had to hold back to not cry. Still the tears will flow out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great show for people who are havin problems with parents and I think many of us do. Very good show for parents too cause they need to know they fault at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rate it a 4.5 stars because nothing is perfect or else i would give it 5. Totally worth my $9.50.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113863590082640392?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113863590082640392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113863590082640392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113863590082640392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113863590082640392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-not-stupid-too.html' title='I Not Stupid Too'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113859585489504539</id><published>2006-01-29T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:37:34.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY</title><content type='html'>CNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a formality, a special happy occasion. But it felt very much like another other day. The shows weren't really that festive to me. The only thing is I get to see relatives we seldom see. That's bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY MY COUSINS SO TALL? sec 3 170, 21 years old 180++. I am 18 167. -.- . I m destined to be a shorty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And CNY should be happy so I think its really unfortunate to have unhappy things happening anywhere. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck and happiness for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113859585489504539?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113859585489504539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113859585489504539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113859585489504539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113859585489504539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/01/cny.html' title='CNY'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113820715662384660</id><published>2006-01-25T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T08:39:16.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TYS and post exams</title><content type='html'>TYS and post exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TYS aka ten year series. Which student doesn't buy that nowadays. I can't think of one. Well, even teachers recommend them so probably its like as neccessary as textbooks. Not to complain that they are not effective, I am just so lazy I think TYS shouldn't be done. Ha. That's one minor reason. The real reason is I don't like the way we do 10,000 questions 10,000 times to do it darn well and everything is smooth and fast. Its against my impression of learning. Its not an exercise, its a ritual. Learning should be learning, not ritualised. Yea, but well its effective and I use tys as well....soo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I found quite absurd. In fact I found it so absurb I thought my friend was joking. There is some sort of a TYS on basic and advanced theory. Riddiculous. Next thing you know it, MPH and POPULAR would be selling books titled 'To score A's at work, 5 year series of scenarios with answers'. Riddiculous I must say again. Yet, this is how stuff are working. Humans are becoming robots, at least in Singapore's point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was off the chest. Now something related to TYS, the dreaded exams. Nah, I'm going to talk bout POST-exams. I'm post A lvls now, slacking, from dec all the way until now and planning to do so until april when I enlist to become an NS recruit. I'm so out of study mood I have no idea where my trusty blue pen went. I took my pencil box today and looked at it, and i realised it wasn't that bad taking exams and everything. I kinda had a nostalgic feel of it. Its kinda sad to leave my writing tools behind on my table, along with my notes and books. You always miss something after you lose it yea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was during the mugging period that I had a great time. Not in the sense I mug 24/7 cause I did not but in the sense I packed my schedule to include studying, gaming, chatting, slacking, going out with girlfriend and anything else. I was mugging a fair bit, much more then I usually do so the gaming, going out with gal or other relaxing sessions were really enjoyable. Kinda missed everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course its quite fun now also cause I get to be lazy most of the time. Its fun going out with friends and my girl. Its fun to improve my game. Come to think of it, every period of time has its good and bad and boring and fun and -ve and +ve and sucky and fine and ups and downs. But when you looked back, its a memory and you almost always miss what had passed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113820715662384660?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113820715662384660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113820715662384660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113820715662384660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113820715662384660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/01/tys-and-post-exams.html' title='TYS and post exams'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113794325511166594</id><published>2006-01-22T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T07:35:31.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, my ah gong always beat me with his cane. He will have all sorts of cane and would always say after beating I'm sure to be obedient. Well, guess I am a rather good boy, not through beatings, through other factors I probably wouldn't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 10 plus years later, he no longer has his strength. A strong authoritative man, now he has difficulty walking and doing even simple things like going toilet, changing. I don't like this at all. Its heart wrenching when someone close to you is in such a state. That day my cousin asked me if I felt very sad seeing my grandpa like that in his kiddo lingo. I told him of course. Tonight, I felt my eyes get watery when I thought how he must be thinking. I want him to always be the strong man he is in my eyes. Why must people grow old, and weak, and sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in his bedroom, I saw the white walls with concrete seen here and there. It wasn't pretty. I didn't like it. I thought it was a waste of effort. But I realised at that instance it was my dad's effort, whether or not it was useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I realised I really love my family a lot, even though they piss me off at times. Well, I piss them off at times too so its like a total package kind of thing. The word is family. A really wonderful word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113794325511166594?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113794325511166594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113794325511166594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113794325511166594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113794325511166594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/01/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113789976991354253</id><published>2006-01-21T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T19:16:09.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't tell me</title><content type='html'>Don't Tell Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, don't tell me what to do when its a sunday. What's wrong with sitting at my com? I like to sit. I SONG. SIBEI SONG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113789976991354253?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113789976991354253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113789976991354253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113789976991354253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113789976991354253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-tell-me.html' title='Don&apos;t tell me'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113785422895634155</id><published>2006-01-21T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T06:37:08.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcome difficulties?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overcome difficulties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the future is uncertain. Don't tell me you know your future, i won't believe. Today went to a sharing session organised by my friend's christian organisation. Not too bad and they have different views on how to overcome difficulties to reach your future destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, most of thiers was faith in god, guess they are devote christians. One interesting one was to learn to enjoy simple stuff when the going gets tough. Something like what i would do. One example is an extremist mugger who mugs from 8am to 10pm. OMFG, i cant do that man. lol. anyways he even appreciated trips to the toilet. How gd when u enjoy simple stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, when the going gets tough, the tough goes do something else. haha. no la, jus find something u love to do to help to destress. My life evolves around destressing. I cannot dun destress. Not stress also must destress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually faith is like finding belief elsewhere. That's cool, that's faith but personally I think belief should be on yourself, self faith soemthing like that. I advocate taking a step at a time, dealing with the thing when it comes. So for people who are feeling stress over studies, relax, take time to destress and dun worry so much. 'Things will work out somehow' My favourite anime quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113785422895634155?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113785422895634155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113785422895634155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113785422895634155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113785422895634155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/01/overcome-difficulties.html' title='Overcome difficulties?'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113774634942663812</id><published>2006-01-20T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T00:39:09.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clumsy Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLUMSY MESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirm. As the title suggest, I am clumsy and messy. Let's talk bout clumsiness first. My clumsy is in a sense dunno how to do things that kind of clumsy aka NOOB. So first noob mistake today was mopping the floor. I volunteered to mop the floor. So I was given the mop, DUH. When I received that stick, I had one thing on my mind. Nothing. Yes, I have no idea how to mop, no idea how to wash it etc. So, my ahma sian 1/2. She took the mop and showed me, after that, I resumed work. OMG seriously, I can't even mop the floor. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next noob mistake, cooking noodles. Not hokkien mee, not ba chor mee but maggie mee. Yes, I dunno how to cook maggie mee. lol again. By right, to cook a packet of noodle, you take around one bowl of water. I took half a pot of water, 4 5 times the amount of water needed. So my ahma asked me, you want to cook for the whole family is it? That really cracked me up. I tried to save myself some blushes by insisting I wanted more soup. Wow, a whole family worth of soup. Cool. (I didnt finish the one bowl of soup :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now bout messy. I am messy. CONFIRM. My closet is such a mess that when I was trying to tidy it today, I nearly died. I pulled out clothes from the closet, but it seemed I can keep taking out clothes and its still full. Plus, I realised there were clothes I haven worn in more then 6mths cos they were buried and out of sight, out of mind. And, there were clothes I never thought I had. Hang ten, giordano, bossini, taiwan, nike. I dun even know if its mine. OMG. And I thought I was running out of undergarments, but I have enuff to fill my sling bag. Well, at least its tidy now. FOR NOW. we'll see if the peace in my closet last. I'm cleaning out my closet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out. Shout-out to seng an and aaron who's enlisting today. All the best, mayb the dota spirit be with you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113774634942663812?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113774634942663812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113774634942663812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113774634942663812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113774634942663812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/01/clumsy-mess.html' title='Clumsy Mess'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113768088626549816</id><published>2006-01-19T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T06:28:06.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;RANDOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right, one of the themes in my blog is supposed to be randomness. However, I never really did something like that. So, I shall do it, NOW, RIGHT NOW! LET'S GET IT ON! okay, i sound high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm going to talk about the true believer of SMS. SMS is short message 'something', not actually something but something, you know, ya. So, by right the messages shouldn't be too long, maybe bout 5 words or so? anyway, it should be short. But... most of the people I know type sms that are longer then one screen can fill. That's not sms-ing, that's writing a primary school essay. LOL, okay i cracked myself up with that joke. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely, my fren spinach is a true believer. let me give u examples of his sms-es. 'MSN', 'DOTA?', 'MSN got ip', 'Where you?' Believe me now? Tt's wad I call sms-ing. We shall learn from the guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing, I felt this freaky blood rush today. I suddenly stood up on my feet from my slping position on the bed. Immediately, blood sped thru my body to my head, or mayb blood rushed away from my head, i wasnt too sure. What i was sure was the feeling of dizzyness and i couldnt walk straight for the next few secs. Could have fell down the staircases if i wasnt careful. Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright last random, the ideal world is always so sweet. I could be thierry henry, scoring at will, sasuke with his sharingan, the richest man in the world, the famous cybergamer who won it all, the agent. Yet, they are just ideal, ideas. I seriously cant believe them happening. Nevermind, just savouring it, feeling it, dreaming it is enuff. I am content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off, when i'm gone by eminem is awesome and try out the demolition lovers, to the end, its not a fashion statement these 3 songs on my blog judebox. rox. okay. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113768088626549816?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113768088626549816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113768088626549816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113768088626549816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113768088626549816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/01/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113750349243917506</id><published>2006-01-17T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T05:11:32.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragic tragedy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tragic Tragedy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, issit coincidence or tragedy? I read 3 blogs today, just the 1st 2 entries cause i was lazy as usual. They have one thing in common. Sadness. This is sad, cos mine was partially sad too, if not, at least its not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just today I was thinking if i should write about how unfortunate we are. of course some people are really unfortunate I must say, but most of the 'unfortunate' people aren't actually faring that badly, they probably viewing stuff in a sad way. well, i think let's go. okay I shall attempt show fortune from mayb some or all of these 3 blog's latest entries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One said life is boring, so bored it can kill. At least we are fortunate enough to be bored doing nothing. Yes, and to all those friends who are bored, at least we have the luxury to be bored. Being bored means we aren't that caught up in stuff i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another entry was love trouble. Couple trouble i mean. At least they are a couple. So cheers and all the best, although i don't think i know them. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes parents just piss you off. Y? cause they are called parents, they have to piss you off at least once, just to piss you off. okay, tt's crap, but the fact is they don't usually think they piss you off. and tone changes sub-consciously at times. Sometimes, they drive you up a wall cause they think its right, its best. But, they want us nothing but the best, tt's y they do it things that way. I try to calm myself something like this when they piss me off. At least, I have parents to piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspective is damn pro. Outsiders probably don't feel as sad as those in the tragedy because they are viewing it via 3rd person view. Okay, perspective confirm pro. Anyway to study that? I know, I can go how things work.com anyway, for all those who are unhappy, try looking at things from another angle, mayb u will feel better. I'm too engrossed in my perspective theory. ha. signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113750349243917506?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113750349243917506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113750349243917506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113750349243917506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113750349243917506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/01/tragic-tragedy.html' title='Tragic tragedy?'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113747578918868625</id><published>2006-01-16T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:41:48.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y grow up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i really wonder why? well actually not really bout why but i just don't like the idea of growing up. You grow up and lose shit loads of attention and gain shit loads of actions. that's total bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when we grow up,firstly you have to study, and in singapore you have to study well, and well as in good. then what else, you need to think of money, constantly thinking how to get more etc. den you need to get other stuff like driving liscence, which is one thing that bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk abit bout getting my driving liscence. I needed some additional stuff of signaling adulthood other den my adam's apple and slowly degenerating brain to get the PDL I needed NETS. I dunno what nets mean, dunno how to get it, dunno how it's used. I m noob-ed, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways back to the topic, ya when u grow up, you are apparently needed to think like an adult, more or less meaning think of money, Yes. And, you need to arm yourself with truckloads of responsibility. You need to work, upgrade, find partner, have children, worry, get credit cards. Yes its tough growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it worse, you can't grow up to become an adult on your own. Your parents will tell you what to do, things you need to do and stuff. They stuff you with the adulthood tools. Oh, wait, teenagers growing up like us were SUPPOSED to be adults aren't we? Why then are we still told to do this and that like kids? I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, if adults can't differentiate us from kids and adults, don't expect us to be like adults. We are what you believe we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, tt's bout it for today, I need to go think of how to get my PDL. call me the king of procrastination, PLS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113747578918868625?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113747578918868625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113747578918868625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113747578918868625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113747578918868625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/01/y-grow-up.html' title='Y grow up?'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113732950888630175</id><published>2006-01-15T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T04:51:49.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love = gd bye to friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, the death of friendship?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while, i do get off my lazy butt to read newspapers; new paper and straits times, I really can't understand what is written on chinese newspapers, guess my chinese sux too much. Anyways, today I'm talking about the apparent equation where love kills friendships. I read this thingy on the newpaper and I found it rather true, but you know what? I don't freaking like the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say friendship, it meant friendship with the opposite sex, like say the boyfriend in a relationship is supposed to be a monk to every other girl except his girl. I know of examples of such possessive nature, girlfriends of mine who couldn't really have much contact with other guys lest the guy gets irritated. I couldn't call a once rather close girlfriend of mine when she got herself a boyfriend. For people with such thinking, read this; wake up your idea, please. Omg, you know such thinking probably belonged to the qing dynasty or something? Thinking that our society has this kind of tragic thinking is really saddening and infuriating. Come on, we are conservative but we don't have to be this extreme. I guess kiasi-ness runs in our blood, most of our blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was mentioned that this possesive nature makes a relationship more stable. I thought otherwise. Both situations mentioned above resulted in breakups. One of the breakup reasons was the guy's over-possessive nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships are built on trust, not this kind of crap. Do this more and you might find your wife running away with another man when she does get in contact with another guy. I am a strong believer of trusting the partner. For those who don't trust their partners, I have no comments on you. Anyway, great article by newpaper. Today's newpaper was a fantastic read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113732950888630175?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113732950888630175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113732950888630175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113732950888630175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113732950888630175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/01/love-gd-bye-to-friends.html' title='Love = gd bye to friends?'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113728812956906176</id><published>2006-01-14T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T17:22:09.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the little things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The little things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the little things that makes my day. Enjoying a quiet time with my girl, giving her a hug, stuff like that is so simple but they make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating ba kua, chocs and drinking hot cocoa on a cold night, its really nothing much yet something simple makes things beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A morning swim, a night dota and a trek to suntec city under the blazing sun. Simplicity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love it when simplicity is at its best, coming along to life your spirits. Take a break and enjoy the little things. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113728812956906176?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113728812956906176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113728812956906176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113728812956906176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113728812956906176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/01/little-things.html' title='the little things'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113661060011077628</id><published>2006-01-06T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T05:10:43.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THINGS THAT OWN ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINGS THAT OWN ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;most of my readers probably somewhere on an island i believe is called pulau tekong. any idea wad's tt? not sure who would be reading my entries but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright as the title suggest, imma writing bout stuff i think PWN my ass, in this case, makes me sick, noob, lousy etc. instantly thought of a few as i experienced one of them yesterday on my way to my dad's office. i shall list them down in point form of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Long ass car-rides- damn it, as much as i hate to admit it, usually car rides of more then 50mins would probably make me carsick. (btw, i didnt tell my friends carsick yesterday, i used the phrase i got nauseous on the car, noob) cars have this certain smell in them that makes me sick. awhile is okay, i can recover but 50mins, sheesh, i probably took 3 hrs to recover from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. plane rides- okay i think i m a big fan of motion sickness because i personally believe i have it. on a 5hr journey to china, i nearly relegated my bk breakfast and plane fare(which were both rather yucky imo) to my trusty paper bag i have in my hands. i took about 1 day to recover from that, but for the next few days i still feel shitty. pls, call me the flying singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Typrix- never fails to own my ass when i play against him in dota. either he kills just about my whole team singlehandedly, or he sents his whole team thruout the map just to kill me 10 times. stuff he might say to his mate; typrix: where is soonyee, go find him. yep, he pwns my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Swimming- i cant bloody swim so that's probably the next thing that can own me. it makes me look damn noob to be in a pool, struggling to complete one width of the swimming pool. totally noob. and when i came out of the pool, they asked me is that style called soonyee-style? apparently i was splashing water more den i was swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Rollerblading- i remembered when i tried rollerblading, i took 2hrs to fall and fall and fall and fall over and over again and still dunno how to go beyond walking with the blades. even when the girls of another group learnt how to blade, i was still nowhere near accomplishment. then, this chinese guy from that group had to say this in front of me, "girls also know already, you still dunno, embarassing." yes it was, i am noob fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, tt's bout it for now. thanks for the people who have been reading my blog, whether you are just passing by or wad, really a big thanks. and shoutout to all my army-going brothers, prk.6am, typrix the cb, mr.tat the horse, radiac the murmur, sc the kp kia, chee the naggy oldman and all the rest, enjoy as much as possible, and let's go pimping when you all bookout. CHIONG AH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113661060011077628?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113661060011077628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113661060011077628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113661060011077628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113661060011077628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-that-own-me.html' title='THINGS THAT OWN ME'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113587633504934184</id><published>2005-12-29T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T05:05:52.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is precious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE IS PRECIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its currently 1.12am, i am sitting in my chair listening to the soothing music of cannon in d, suddenly it daunt upon me to write something bout life, something more serious rather than the bullshit i feel this blog with. and i am gonna do just that. i am going to write bout life being precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to some life is crap, something you wanna throw away whenever you feel down. hey wake up people, life is not jus bout you, but people around you. dont think you can screw yourself and say its my life. screw u, people care bout you and you are a precious person to someone else but you might not noe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people have to live on the edge. yes, tt's how they view life; it is precious yet fragile and they wanna make the best out of it. some do base diving, some strive to become millionaires, some wanna win the nobel prize. these are goals and ambitions and passions that make life ever more precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i value my life. in fact i over-value it to the extent i fear death. i have goals, to enjoy my life, live safely and have my family with me safe and sound. i have ambitions to live simple and comfortably. i have passions to teach. its not the most sophisticated of aims but its still wad i look to. everyone and everything can be precious in its own sense, its jus how you look at it, a matter of perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your life, don't waste it and don't destroy your life with vices etc. i wish everyone will value their lives more and achieve more of their aims. let the new year be a fresh start for those who are very down now. you all are down but not out. tomorrow is a better day. Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113587633504934184?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113587633504934184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113587633504934184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113587633504934184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113587633504934184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-is-precious.html' title='Life is precious'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113570189463795520</id><published>2005-12-27T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T05:06:35.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XMAS SPIRIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since young, i have always loved xmas. i recalled when i was young, xmas was probably the most refreshing day of the year. everything jus feels good when i wake up to xmas. i guess its the xmas spirit. as i grew up, it became a little on and off, some years i dont get the feeling some years i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year, i went to orchard celebrate xmas. when i saw the enormous xmas tree at taka, i slightly felt the xmas spirit. then walking along orchard road the admire the decorations put up, the endless crowd in spirited festive joy with the magnificent xmas lightings lighting up the place. night doesn't seem dark and scary; it was enchanting. even at parks, i saw a family putting up some candles on the ground and arming themselves with some sparklers to celebrate xmas. the xmas spirit was everywhere. ordinary things jus seemed more interesting on this special day. a home alone movie would make it even better. lol. xmas is still beautiful without santa claus or presents, its jus plain special. anyways merry xmas to all and happy new year. let's look forward to a great xmas year after year. peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113570189463795520?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113570189463795520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113570189463795520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113570189463795520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113570189463795520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/xmas-spirit.html' title='xmas spirit'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113560090023161087</id><published>2005-12-26T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T05:06:54.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new hp</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A NEW HP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, no...the rock hasn't come back to singapore. finally i got a new phone, at least its not as ancient as my old one. its a nokia ????. i have no freaking idea wad the model is. okay actually i've gotten one sony ericson one prior to this but this is the 1st colour hp i m holding. lol. i m ancient. its black, rather cool and i hope it could work or i might need to go get my sim card to singtel. that would suck. F***ing troublesome. oh yea speaking bout the F word, how often issit that u can't think of a single freeaking word to describe a situation say, 'that thing is... is....' yea that kind of situation. wad pops to your mind? issit a vulgarity? if so you are like me and my cliche. that thing is f***!!! wow, full of expressiveness. impressive. let me illustrate you all a situation of my fren n his gal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gal sms-es my fren to tell him its f***ing cold overseas!( dunno wad country) so i asked if she really did use the f word. apparently she used very very. you see, we, use one f word with the ing making up a word count of 7 words compared to very very which is 8 words and a space. waste space waste word count. the f version is dual syllabic but very very is 4. you all gotta agree with me. lol. okay nvm me, the section bout vulgarities is bullshit. back to my hp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a shiny black phone with silver buttons and a screen that takes up about one-thirds of the phone's front view. its sides are streamlined with a stretch of dull gray that adds that little bit of contrast to the phone's primary black colour. there are signs of some damage just about around the place your ears should be(i dunno wad that part is called). at the back of the phone is a very obvious print that would make you realise its a nokia phone. rest of it is almost new. almost. anyways i m quite okay with any phone so it doesnt really matter so long the phone doesn't screw up too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm....going to talk bout xmas maybe today or tml n i would be going to bedok on wed for an outing so hopefullly i can comment on the food n something like tt. signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113560090023161087?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113560090023161087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113560090023161087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113560090023161087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113560090023161087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-hp.html' title='a new hp'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113544260927127294</id><published>2005-12-24T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T04:59:55.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics fresh from chalet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;CHALET PHOTOS: fresh from the bbq pit&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright, below is an awesome demostration of sparklers in a bbq tray. sssssssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 315px; HEIGHT: 186px" height="422" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/X8000060.jpg" width="594" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;King of my castle. cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 196px" height="438" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/X8000056.jpg" width="589" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;say cheese. me and barney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="421" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/X8000057.jpg" width="574" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright, didnt take photos cos my cam is noob. these are courtesy of a gd fren so tt's all i have. yep. if only i could show u all the flaming knife we made at the chalet. CHIO! oh yea, and merry christmas. have fun everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113544260927127294?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113544260927127294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113544260927127294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113544260927127294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113544260927127294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/pics-fresh-from-chalet.html' title='Pics fresh from chalet'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113542702509738508</id><published>2005-12-24T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T04:27:33.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalet</title><content type='html'>Chalet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, my class chalet was just over and i was asked by pork chops how come there wasn't an entry on it. i said i had no inspiration. actually there was another factor called lazyness. YES, but i got lazy butt off my lazy ass chair and my lazy fingers on my lazy keyboard and ta-da, an entry. :) anyways it was a nice chalet but i felt it needed a few more items such as&lt;br /&gt;1. RISK&lt;br /&gt;2. Magic the gathering cards&lt;br /&gt;3. a bigger chalet preferbably the aloha bungalow unit&lt;br /&gt;4. more ps2 games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, all the other stuff was nice, plenty of alcohol, food, ps2. the sambal dory fillet was one of best bbq i have tested in a long time, the wings too, they actually get cooked. satay was satay, nice as usual. winning eleven was alright, but i guess i didnt noe how to tackle properly thus i felt the players are so sissy. i rarely see anyone make a solid crunchy, ball-under-the-feet kind of tackle. ball control wise and shots wise the game was nice. i wuld have loved to have games like NBA, tennis, naruto there. wootz. hey but at least the chalet has nightwalk which made me realise how brave i was. you know pple like to say how tall i am when they are short? you all get it? i realised how 'brave' i was. we had a nightwalk at pasir ris park. damn, its the first time i felt mazes scary. we went to the pasir ris park maze at round 3 in the morning when its pitch dark. well, i literally held on to my friend. seriously, i was so scared they run off leaving me in the maze. i think i will panic. den we came upon wad i think was the viewing garden. its the thing with alot of steps, think shld be the viewing garden. anyway, i thought it looked really lovely. the dim lights in the pitch black night gave the stony structure a kind of soothing feel and it looks romantic to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was the mangrove swamp. mangrove swamp at 3am is screwed up, you literally see nothing but darkness, we almost couldnt see our hands if we didnt have our hp lighting up the place. they wanted to explore further into the darkness but i insisted we turned back. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we wondered how we make our way back to the chalet, then typ started saying use our instincts. and then he said that instincts are damn pro, he gotta go find out how it works from howstuffworks.com. hmm.... i will let the curious pple find it out themselves or the entry will get wordy. alright anyways we were walking and suddenly we were back to the same spot and unconsciously we walked one round when we were apparently walking further away, and the group of us were all puzzled and amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt's bout it for chalet, the highlights, the rest is usual stuff so i shant mention. alright peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113542702509738508?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113542702509738508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113542702509738508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113542702509738508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113542702509738508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/chalet.html' title='Chalet'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113508744157888841</id><published>2005-12-20T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T06:04:01.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change is wonderful, change is essential, everyone does and everyone will. alright, recently i did some work, made some calls to offices and i made one realization. I CAN'T TALK PROPERLY. yes, my speech is slurred and its full of 'erms'. actually, the big realization started when i was talking to my school's gp HOD.  and i really am the kind of person who does things then worry bout it. i am inefficient. yea, whining bout it here is making me even more useless but i hope this would make me change the way i do things.&lt;br /&gt;1. do things, check, think bout it then summit.&lt;br /&gt;2. speak properly, probably have to go find out how to deal with people calling in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. oh yea, went to parkway yet again and tried the hokkien prawn noodles my friend was telling me about. its those kind of drier ones, not those with a lot of sauce. very nice though, i think the $3 one will probably be filling enuff cos the $4 one owned me. anyways, i dunno y, it jus happens whenever i finish an entry, i think of food. maybe we should change that too. wda say u?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113508744157888841?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113508744157888841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113508744157888841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113508744157888841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113508744157888841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113479857686947232</id><published>2005-12-16T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:49:36.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE CREAM N A BAD HABIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ICE CREAM N A BAD HABIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, went to parkway yesterday and i went to spoil myself with some ice cream from the new zealand ice cream store. My friend told me hokey pokey was nice so i had a go at it and took tiramisu for the 2nd flavour. hokey pokey was awesome. tiramisu wasn't. you all can try sampling it, but i really think tiramisu is not nice. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, bout the bad habit, its about itchy fingers and skin tearing. you know some people like to tear skin off their finger-tips near the nails and the sole of the feet? don't do it excessively, either you get a bleeding thumb like me or you end up like this lady at parkway that i saw. really freaked me out. there was one big patch of red on her arm, around 5 cm in radius, it was really big. and the perimeter of that patch was outlined by uneven torn skin. its really layered and its the kind that has been peeled again and again. its really bad. i was....shocked to see it. and then i thought i saw her scrathing her head but no, she was peeling the skin from her temple area. give me the chills. goosebumps coming out as i type man. people, please....dun make it a habit. you wun like the aftermath.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113479857686947232?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113479857686947232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113479857686947232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113479857686947232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113479857686947232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/ice-cream-n-bad-habit.html' title='ICE CREAM N A BAD HABIT'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113447954060609982</id><published>2005-12-13T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T05:12:20.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Based on a true story]&lt;br /&gt;Rushing down the stairs at chinese gardens mrt station, there was only desperate thought on his mind. Hurriedly, he tapped his wallet so that the gates would quickly let him through. He was on the verge of exploding, the edge of tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He charged through the swinging doors, almost bringing the door with him. The door continued to oscillate furiously for yet another few seconds. He placed 20cents into the machine for some emergency 'equipment'. He strafted in front of the three possible locations. In a mixed feeling of fear and anxiousness, his eyes scanned at a height somewhere around his waist level. Immediately, he found one of the doors unlocked. He spotted his target. 'Thank god!' he thought to himself. Like a predator lunging on a prey, he literally jumped into the cubicle. Locking the door and undoing his pants almost at the same time, he followed that previous movement with a subtle spin and a squat. Upon squatting, he felt immediate release. He was free from the torture at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the struggle, he strolled comfortably out of the room. On top of the room, there was a sign, 'GENTS'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113447954060609982?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113447954060609982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113447954060609982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113447954060609982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113447954060609982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/rush.html' title='The Rush'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113430285282459768</id><published>2005-12-11T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T04:07:32.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL RUMBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SCHOOL RUMBLE IS OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i finished watchin school rumble, n the last few episodes were funny, hilarious although the last epi wasnt as gd as expected, too much dreams i guessed. at least karasuma came out more this time round. no one ended up with no one, man i wanted to see tenma with karasuma. -.- .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky me, i got a short term job, cool and its really curiosity that got me the job. they didnt call me to say i was accepted still can get it. lol. kaypoh power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compfused.com/directlink/1067"&gt;http://www.compfused.com/directlink/1067&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, leave u guys with a funny one. i really loved how the last lady had the 'wtf omg' look on her face. go check it out. PEACE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113430285282459768?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113430285282459768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113430285282459768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113430285282459768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113430285282459768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/school-rumble.html' title='SCHOOL RUMBLE'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113406525226721282</id><published>2005-12-08T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:04:41.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTOSA with PRK</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS SENTOSA WITH PRK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 565px; HEIGHT: 410px" height="457" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/IMG_0553.jpg" width="618" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stfu n drink!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 528px; HEIGHT: 361px" height="434" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/IMG_0556.jpg" width="601" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF! gay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 547px; HEIGHT: 389px" height="439" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/IMG_0561.jpg" width="597" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, gayed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 538px; HEIGHT: 372px" height="421" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/IMG_0560.jpg" width="589" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile guys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="420" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/IMG_0554.jpg" width="586" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qw, tat, pork, ct, rek, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 627px; HEIGHT: 442px" height="496" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/IMG_0537.jpg" width="681" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's jump for joy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 579px; HEIGHT: 391px" height="561" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/IMG_0530.jpg" width="763" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smlj?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 459px; HEIGHT: 336px" height="391" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/IMG_0525.jpg" width="538" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosu sand erm...throne done by prk. thumbs up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 365px" height="393" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/IMG_0541.jpg" width="551" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but....we destroyed the sand throne in 10secs after building for mayb 30mins or more?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;memories, hey, save these pics prk and remember this lot of us. some are going into army soon so i dunno how long more can we play like this again. it was fun. jus dun throw me into water again. thnx. peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/10130528-113406525226721282?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113406525226721282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113406525226721282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113406525226721282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113406525226721282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/sentosa-with-prk.html' title='SENTOSA with PRK'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113387824446415260</id><published>2005-12-06T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T06:24:26.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAQIU</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DAQIU AND BEDOK FOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="475" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/Daqiu.jpg" width="646" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yo, this photo was taken 1, 2 weeks ago but i got it only now so i am getting the entry in now. yea. so, look at the cool fella in the middle, familiar? that's DAQIU from tong xin yuan. haha, me and my class was out for a class gathering at marina bay and we happened to bump into him. at 1st no one saw him with the cap on, but one of us thought his back looked familiar, then when we looked closely we realised. he was a nice guy, very friendly and obliging and he readily agreed to take a photo with us. man, he was very well built and tall, nvr thought he was that tall. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright, short entry, think i will add some more stuff. yea, yesterday i went to bedok 85 market. as usual, the food rox. cheap and good. heard my friend saying now not so many people patronising that market but who cares, I LOVE IT. and today i went to bedok interchange for the wonderful mutton soup. lovely, its the stall beside the chui kueh and my friend's mother owns the stall. how cool is that. bedok really has alot of nice food. the hokkien mee at the interchange is very nice too, the one near the toilet. bad location good food. everytime long queue, i waited more den 15mins i think. then my friend said the 'yo ji mee sua' at 511 very nice. AHHH!!!! so much food there. if only i still stay there man. okay tt's bout it for today, i m a glutton. peace. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113387824446415260?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113387824446415260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113387824446415260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113387824446415260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113387824446415260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/daqiu.html' title='DAQIU'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113380057745793382</id><published>2005-12-05T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T08:36:17.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TM trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TM TRIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went tm and upon reaching, i was greeted with a rather uncomfortable stomachache. actually, i had it during the journey but anyways, i made my way to the nearest toilet ASAP and went in. fortunately TM toilets are clean, very clean, much to my liking. i went on my epic search for the squatting cubicles. no luck. so i ended up in one with the seats. i started thinking when was the last time i used a toiletbowl with seats. wow, i cant recall. must have been so long ago. so i was doing the usual 'shit', i shat. yea very usual. then, SUDDENLY, i heard the door of the cubicle beside mine creak on its hinges and it closed with such force it rocked my cubicle walls. Then, i heard one of the loudest PISS ever, like seriously, the piss gushed with such ferocity i thought it sounded like a water hose. wow, it made me picture a host going at full blast at a bucket of water. man, he must have held it for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, allow me now, to talk bout the squat and the seat toiletbowls. for your info, i am all for the squatting ones.&lt;br /&gt;Squat- advantages: train your muscles, fast in fast out, saves time, good for those who like it fast&lt;br /&gt;             disadvantages: cramps, sweat and numbness&lt;br /&gt;Seat- advantage: comfortable 'journey', wonderful when combined with magazines and papers&lt;br /&gt;          disadvantages: slow, incomplete process at times, splash damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least TM seats are clean, so i do not risk infecting my butt cheeks. worse experience ever was the one at a coffee shop. the seat was dirty, the floor was wet and there were no toilet paper. fortunately i had. so sometimes i wonder why they collect 10cents from people going in to use the toilet because there isnt even toilet paper. TM toilets are free btw. guess people would rather torture their rectal muscles then struggle in a dirty pay-10cents-toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, back to TM. there's this 1A curry puff shop. wow, the chilli crab curry puff is so damn nice. the chilli is has a tinge of spiciness that isnt too much, just enough to add the extra kick. and u can tast the flavour of the crab within it. coupled with the crispy puff and u have a small wonder. its at the basement of TM, outside NTUC. $1.50 for the chilli crab. definitely worth the buy. actually i should post the food b4 the toilet stuff but nvm, i already did. okay, signing out. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113380057745793382?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113380057745793382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113380057745793382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113380057745793382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113380057745793382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/tm-trip.html' title='TM trip'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113370041754799876</id><published>2005-12-04T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T04:49:30.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:7;"&gt;PROM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;An entry dedicated to my prom, tpjc prom. let the memories be cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 523px; HEIGHT: 380px" height="640" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/PC020006.jpg" width="818" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dudes: PW, eigen, leong, rek, cz, typ, me, liate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="514" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/P1010221.jpg" width="688" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, a photo with the pretty woman in green. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="723" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/p31.jpg" width="961" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail, glamourous ladies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 439px; HEIGHT: 321px" height="432" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSC00216.jpg" width="572" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE COOL DUDES: cr, me, sc. qie warcraft!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 458px; HEIGHT: 311px" height="452" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSC00210.jpg" width="611" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sc and me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The end of a chapter of fond memories. peace pple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113370041754799876?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113370041754799876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113370041754799876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113370041754799876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113370041754799876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/prom.html' title='prom'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113359658584125858</id><published>2005-12-02T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T00:04:59.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dota boi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOTA BOI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a story of dota boi. once there lived a quiet little boy by the name of spin. he was a genius in mathematics, acing the subject with riddiculous ease. even the teacher needed his help at times. amazing. then, one day, he was brought into the magnificent world of DOTA. the majestic battles between the sentinel and the scourge, the monumental world tree and the chilling frozen throne seemed to enchant the quiet boy. as he got more amazed by the fantastic world of dota, he started to lose himself in the game, becoming one character after another, game after game, day after day. rising from the bottom of the team, he slowly became the clan leader of his team. realising his talents are not at leading, he join PRK and became a mindless soldier that will stop at no means to decipate the opposition. he now lives in dark agony in his room, feeding himself with his only remaing lifeform, his computer, he is a valuable addition to any team that wants to win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113359658584125858?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113359658584125858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113359658584125858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113359658584125858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113359658584125858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/dota-boi.html' title='dota boi'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113344489933084463</id><published>2005-12-01T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T05:48:19.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=7&gt;No Gay&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG height=175 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/notgay.jpg" width=222&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=4&gt;alright, if u all see this certain slogan online with the caption NO GAY and a cross over my dumb retarded face, i am here to tell YOU guys, that the No Gay pic is the no.1 this week on the charts of FM123.45 top ten most 'IN' thing. but be assured, because i am not gay, as the pic above states. dun look down on that pic, its not your typical paint shit, its the authentic version of the 'Not Gay' pic. since i have it i am not gay. yes, that is true. Do not trust the words of the other PRK members! beware of fakes. below is the wonderful response to the No Gay picture&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;� s a l o h c i n � I'd be your anything says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Microsoft Sans Serif" color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;hi sy&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;PRK.rek &amp;gt;; MCR says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Eras Light ITC" color=#ff0000 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;hi sy&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;PRK.deady says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Microsoft Sans Serif" color=#808000 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;hi&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;PRK.rek &amp;gt;; MCR says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Eras Light ITC" color=#ff0000 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;nv wait me&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;PRK.deady says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Microsoft Sans Serif" color=#808000 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;nice display pic&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;PRK.rek &amp;gt;; MCR says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Eras Light ITC" color=#ff0000 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;cb&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;PRK.deady says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Microsoft Sans Serif" color=#808000 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;i love it&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;PRK.rek &amp;gt;; MCR says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Eras Light ITC" color=#ff0000 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;ok done&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;PRK.rek &amp;gt;; MCR says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Eras Light ITC" color=#ff0000 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;lol&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;PRK.rek &amp;gt;; MCR says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Eras Light ITC" color=#ff0000 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;yea&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;� s a l o h c i n � I'd be your anything says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Microsoft Sans Serif" color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;we belong to NGC&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;� s a l o h c i n � I'd be your anything says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Microsoft Sans Serif" color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;no gay clan&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;PRK.rek &amp;gt;; MCR says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Eras Light ITC" color=#ff0000 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;haha&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;PRK.rek &amp;gt;; MCR says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Eras Light ITC" color=#ff0000 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;NGC pro&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;PRK.deady says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Microsoft Sans Serif" color=#808000 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;eh derek&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;� s a l o h c i n � I'd be your anything says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Microsoft Sans Serif" color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;sy tml better paste sticker&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT color=#545454 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;� s a l o h c i n � I'd be your anything says:&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT face="Microsoft Sans Serif" color=#808080 size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;ING&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/DIR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;(PS: none of the above should be taken into any serious note because its total crap)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113344489933084463?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113344489933084463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113344489933084463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113344489933084463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113344489933084463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-gay.html' title='no gay'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113334325654405831</id><published>2005-11-30T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T03:32:51.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pisser</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PISSER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a new term, its called pisser, remember it and remember it well cause if you don't i will dismember you. no actually, seriously, truthfully, its the latest word to be added to newspeak, which means new english. yes, believe it....or not. by definition, pisser means a person who pisses you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i met this pisser at a lan shop. he was jus sitting beside me. how i wished to turn over and tell him, "be smart, don't be too smart." he was teaching his female friend counterstrike, so he acted like he was so darn pro, talking about like everything in cs. for goodness sake's, its a lan shop, u pay by the minute and u talk so much crap. if i am the girl, i will ask him to stfu 10 times. my goodness, he was talking for i believe 30mins. i recalled one of the dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisser: you know why carbine is so darn good? its because its takes 4 shots to kill if the enemy has armour and 3 shots to kill without. and u can jump and shoot. if its ak u will be shooting i dunno where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course the above 'speech is done in his very own slang which i really couldn't stand. i was laughing at him, but i dunoo if he knows it. guess he's oblivious since he is so keen on showing off his counterstrike knowledge. den we went into his game, he killed like 5 in one certain round and he typed lol, while he was saying all sorts of crap behind that i din understood. "ah, white wipe, sweep" turnOFF! i hope he doesnt noe how to play dota, den i will go teach him dota the way he taught the ger couterstrike, just to see his reaction. mayb he LOVES knowledge so much he will be happy, whatever. if he plays me in dota or something, i die also must whoop his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this guy reminds me of another pisser. another smart-alec. he was sitting beside me in another lanshop, den he log-out of his com. den he came back to see me play. so initially he wanted to give me advice so i listened. he said buy this buy that, then do wad. i was like okay. den he started taking control of my com, saying, "i show you." eh brother, wanna play right, go get a com, come play my com as if i know you. pure wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was once, that guy wasnt irritating, but in his attempt to restart his com, which was beside me, he pressed the wrong cpu reset button, and resetted mine. cool, i was in a team game with my friend. ha, but nvm, that one was damn funny. after that, he felt so awkward sitting beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so morale of the story? don't go lan, weird stuff happens, pissers appear but of course, they helped to inspire this entry of mine. mayb i will talk bout newspeak some other day. signing OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113334325654405831?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113334325654405831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113334325654405831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113334325654405831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113334325654405831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/11/pisser.html' title='Pisser'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113326661837614107</id><published>2005-11-29T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T04:18:07.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bedroom drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bedroom Drama&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, got an entry coming up, right now... yea, getting turned on by seeing tags. i have tag fetish. alright, so my next entry is all bout the fun stuff. Bedroom drama, and nope its not sexual. okay you all know we guys have to go to army after jc, poly whatever. coincidentally its next year for yours truly. so, my uncle had this idea to expand, letting my cousin stay in my room, my female cousin. i was cool so long i dont have to have too much trouble, have my com and all the FUN stuff. but from his initial idea, its almost like, good game for me cos ITS pure migration for me. i suggested a proposed idea, that i share the room with my male cousin, then he starting explaining, and erm, i hate those kind of explanations. i practically nodded at everything i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay anyway, that was yesterday. today there is more of the fun stuff. i woke up from my afternoon nap and greeted by my father's voice, " You are getting older now, you should be moving to sengkang." i thought it was good game for me right there. but, after dinner, my grandpa grandma father uncle all involved themselves in this domestic politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uncle's idea: daughter one room, no mention bout yours truly, probably sengkang, not like what i heard from him yesterday. (yea after that initial idea from my uncle he gave another one which involved me not moving. missed that out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad's, grandma's grandpa's idea: soonyee(me) and my male cousin share one room, so basically my uncle's room wouldnt be so crowded. sounds nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, my uncle started saying weird stuff that i think don't gains any ground on the arguement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle: my daugther should have a room for herself, cause its more conducive.&lt;br /&gt;lets call dad, grandparents the rest.&lt;br /&gt;the rest: soonyee(me) and chun(male cousin) one room, you got more space.&lt;br /&gt;uncle: no you all dont understand, you cant always tell four people to stay in one room. ting(female cousin) should have one room to herself&lt;br /&gt;the rest: why cannot soonyee and chun? last time soonyee's sisters also share room, 2 to 1 room.&lt;br /&gt;uncle: generation different, last time one person got 7-8 children, now different la.&lt;br /&gt;grandma: talk bout how many children for wad, now talking bout room allocation. (pissed)&lt;br /&gt;the rest: soonyee and chun one room, best solution.&lt;br /&gt;uncle: no you all dont understand, you cant always tell four people to stay in one room. ting(female cousin) should have one room to herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, but i think my uncle should go with majority. since the bigger authorities said i share room with my male cousin, i think we should go with that. i don't mind. he gets more space, majority wins. hey that should be the way. but well, of course, such agreements are bound to be unfair somehow. anyway, the me with my cousin idea is best, it has the least movement of stuff. what say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113326661837614107?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113326661837614107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113326661837614107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113326661837614107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113326661837614107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/11/bedroom-drama.html' title='bedroom drama'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113318106212880680</id><published>2005-11-28T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T04:31:02.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, on my way to meet my friends, i saw a group of 3 boys. judging from their looks, they seem to be primary school kids. so i was sitting directly opposite them, and in a perfect location to eavesdrop their innocent and excited conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(let's call them boy1, boy2, boy3)&lt;br /&gt;boy1: counterstrike later? (sounding very eager and shifting his legs excitedly)&lt;br /&gt;boy2: play with strangers?&lt;br /&gt;boy3: actually play with friends better, can slowly read the gun description and slowly buy. (giggled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy2: oh shit, we are dead, both the trains are reaching at the same time!!!!( was at the transistion platform at city hall that heads to orchard.)&lt;br /&gt;boy1: ya lo, dead! sure alot of people!&lt;br /&gt;boy3: huh? (totally blurred)&lt;br /&gt;boy1 and 2 proceed to explain it slowly to boy3, i think he is still confused but acted like he knew. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i remembered the days when i was still picking up worms, fifa1998, counterstrike. anyway whilst listening to them, i suddenly remember a phrase, "imagination is a child's 1st toy." that phrase is so etched into memory, wonder why. i remember when a polystryrene box is hours of fun, a box is a playground and anything is a gun. imagination is also the reason why i was obsessed with lego. an underwater base can become the adventures of wisely. a majestic castle is your our medival age. i was utterly sad when my castle was smashed by my cousin. UTTERLY. i miss my childhood. kids, enjoy what you have now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113318106212880680?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113318106212880680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113318106212880680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113318106212880680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113318106212880680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/11/memories.html' title='memories'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113292746036419877</id><published>2005-11-25T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T06:04:20.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>moths</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MOTHS ATTACK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i found another species to join the useless irritants group including favourites mosquitoes. Yes, its moths. i was walking happily into my shower room for a shower to freshen up, and as usual it becomes the recording room as well. so i went in, sang a song, suddenly i realised i m about to swallow a moth. tts no delicacy, using wad little reflex i have, i dodged out of the way. it flew around the room, refusing to fly out. graciously, i opened the window to let it out, no, it refuses to fly out until i nearly squashed it with the window when i wanted to close it. are they brainless? anyway it stayed in the room voyeuring the rest of my shower, which is so uncomfortable cos i was thinking when its going to smash it brains on me. PLEASE, advice needed on wtf i m to do with those irritants. oh yea, do tell me their value of existence as well, if possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113292746036419877?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113292746036419877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113292746036419877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113292746036419877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113292746036419877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/11/moths.html' title='moths'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113240042500554098</id><published>2005-11-19T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T03:40:25.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ads</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GREAT JOB!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great job team singapore for the performances put in during the wcg. dunno all the players but very good job by flyshow and titans for qualifying although they couldnt proceed further becos they met with extremely strong opponents. flyshow met deadman, one of the best elf players around :( but nevertheless, everyone put in their best. And congrats to tetra for grabbing a 2nd position for dead or alive. he had a very exciting match with the jap player but was sadly beaten by the deadly aggressive play of the man from japan. i was shouting like a madman down there. ha, couldnt help it, tetra's counters are so cool. actually dead or alive's a cool game, you could hear the pain in every punch. BAM! sibei pain. okay tml's the finals, so hopefully i could wake up on time and make it down and erm, enjoy the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113240042500554098?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113240042500554098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113240042500554098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113240042500554098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113240042500554098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/11/ads.html' title='ads'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113233635192159317</id><published>2005-11-18T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T09:52:31.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>asd</title><content type='html'>SHORT AND SWEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when u reach home wanting to have a light read. clicking around, u apparently reached this site. thinking it was a blog, probably a light read, u scrolled down to read, n again n again. 5mins later my 123192310238words entry is still 28328words long. So......i m going to have a short entry today. came upon this webby, introduced by a fren. click at the links at the replies section of the forum, something bout zhng my car. A rofl-ling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.togoparts.com/showroom/viewpic.php?srid=8&amp;file=2005111602557939.jpg"&gt;http://www.togoparts.com/showroom/viewpic.php?srid=8&amp;amp;file=2005111602557939.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta give credit to mrbrown n mr.miyagi, cant believe they can fabric so much crap n make it sound gd. great job. comments very welcomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113233635192159317?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113233635192159317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113233635192159317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113233635192159317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113233635192159317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/11/asd.html' title='asd'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-113204245622078424</id><published>2005-11-14T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T00:14:16.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUST DUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*DUST DUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, how are you guys? A level thrashers doing fine? O level peeps how's stuff? wow its been so long since i have posted anything new, probably lost the 0.12345 loyal fans that read this blog. but well, my hands are itching to type an entry so i am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, people have told me before my blog sux. layout sux, no photos, jus 1325353634655 words to make you dizzy. i will definitely improve on that by adding some photos. but u noe i jus love to crap you noe? thats y i still blog even if i think no one is reading it. hmm, well lets get it ON NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After allowing the A lvl chemistry paper to make me regret certain actions(which i dun wanna whine about, its 10000words long i think) , i was back home on MSN with the usual number of gays, idiots whatever suits. and as usual, i will be tempted to play DOTA. i wonder y i would do something like that. firstly, i haven finished my papers, in fact its tml, secondly i kept telling people dota sux. hah, guess a sucky game is fun with those idiots. anyways its the usual game as usual the usual people choose the usual gameplay and do the usual things. Mr.Tat will do things like a 0-12( meaning he jus spent 1 and a half hours dying). i will do the usual stuff and die 8 times, killing jus a fair bit more then mr tat. snowstar will be vying for second top death with me. tessa would be wise as usual, "back you will die in 2 secs" n it wuld happen. Hairy potter will be the skilful calender he is and kill at will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly we started arguing with the opponent over maphacking.&lt;br /&gt;Us: "Hey you maphack!"&lt;br /&gt;Them: "Noooo.....nononoooo....., i have eyes of the forest."&lt;br /&gt;Us: "No, you didnt. Nevermind u maphack, we also have, everyone of us has"&lt;br /&gt;Them: "NO I NVR HACK, YOU HACK NO NEED PLAY READY. I PLAY TREANT SINCE DOTA"&lt;br /&gt;Well, apparently he did have eyes, and we were talking like maphack is a right. lol. maybe they really did, you nvr noe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, with our solid defending, we defended for like 30mins when we were losing, till the point they had no chance in destroying our base. So now they said&lt;br /&gt;Them: Its a draw&lt;br /&gt;Us: no&lt;br /&gt;and the arguing continues, but the thing is how tessa comments. its really nice.&lt;br /&gt;Them: draw!&lt;br /&gt;tessa: den?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when u argue they argue back, you say den they stun. they make noise, kaopei you say they pro. they stun again. thats wad tessa did. man, the new way of kaopeing people k? remember. anyway they are damn lame, play halfway tell us draw, not like we can do anything. well, guess i should really go ladder, dota is full of people who do funny stuff. quit, say draw, say lag, say not enuff people, say typing message, say gerfriend called, say darkness called, say afk, say busy, say he she they but never them. when can i ever get a decent game with mannered pple. i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, almost as long as my whine bout exams would be. anyways peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-113204245622078424?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/113204245622078424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=113204245622078424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113204245622078424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/113204245622078424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/11/dust-dust.html' title='DUST DUST'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-112633662656010407</id><published>2005-09-10T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T00:17:06.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusty blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dusty Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, hi guys, if any of u still read. updating this blog jus in case someone does read it. nearly suffocated on dust and cobwebs trying to wipe them off this dusty blog. so glad i m breathing fresh air now. ahh... anyways i wanted to give u guys a glimpse of the wcg in singapore however due to technical difficulties(yes, my wonderful free cam is not up to the job) i currently have zero pictures to show off. standing in front of a wad 42 inch plasma screen or something like that, i couldnt even have a decent clear picture of it. mayb i dunno the function but hey, i dun read manuals. hmm.....if i do get the pics i will update, until den why not enjoy some wonderful video clips courtesy of compfused.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compfused.com/directlink/865/"&gt;http://www.compfused.com/directlink/865/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compfused.com/directlink/886/"&gt;http://www.compfused.com/directlink/886/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really love the stunts. omg. signing out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-112633662656010407?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/112633662656010407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=112633662656010407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't be mistaken, I am not going to talk about the Outward Bound School. I don't know anything at all about that school(from what I've heard it sounds like a camp, but wells back to the main topic) I am going to talk about TPJC's very own OBS. Yes, the ever-so-fast maths teacher, genius whichever you want to say. I think before today, I've never even thought of laughing of her jokes, but something she said today made me break out into hysterical laughter. I don't know why but i find the joke was said in such a calm manner, and its like argh let me type out what she said before I attempt my very own explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today I am not myself....I am not myself everyday." OBS remarked in a very very flat tone.&lt;br /&gt;Next you hear this mad china man(yes ITS ME) laughing like something between a hyena and a faggot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just me, but don't you find it funny? everyday i am not myself, its like, you should be yourself everyday and maybe occassionally not yourself but if u are not yourself everyday actually, in my own interpretation at that moment, you like this everyday. Which means its a contradictory kind of sentence that seems to be in the same league as this phrase, "Are you really sure you don't want to not vote for so-and-so." Perhaps that "everday I am not myself phrase reminds me of a certain video I watched on gprime.net. Come to think of it, why not you people who haven't watched that terrific video go watch it, I shall provide you with the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gprime.net/video.php/2004votingmachine"&gt;http://gprime.net/video.php/2004votingmachine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not mad. Style and attitude behind the instability. You just have to love that signing out phrase. Signing OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-112480428256950943?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/112480428256950943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=112480428256950943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112480428256950943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112480428256950943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/08/funny.html' title='FUNNY'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-112462793233595368</id><published>2005-08-21T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T05:38:52.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GG IPOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GG IPOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if u all think my ipod did something pro, actually no. in fact its actually someone did somethign pro on it. yes, gg for my ipod.  in usual normal day language, that actually translate into spoil. the screen looks like some graphical, surreal design. actually it looks like a wallpaper in windows. yep, if u would look at the wallpaper vortex space. should have for window xp users. imagine the background as my ipod screen. the middle portion where all the lines seem to be rushing into, yes, that's the crack of GG. Don't try that at home, u will realise yur screen shows nothing except vortex space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go on to wad happened. actually i am not too sure myself but i think there needs some basic elements. A dumbell, a fragile specimen, I.E ipod, kids, movement are probably the most essential. putting them together, you don't even need to say hocus pocus or abrakadabra and u immediately have vortex space on your ipod screen. its free, you don't even have to download that wonderful wallpaper from microsoft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, the above is peppered with sarcarsm. haha, i jus don't like to say things in a simple way. mayb that's y i am never understood most of the time. and i am not feeling too sore bout the damage, so no need to start having the "swee" , "gosu" words coming out. okay signing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: IPOD currently under repair. gogo repair and maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-112462793233595368?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/112462793233595368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=112462793233595368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112462793233595368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112462793233595368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/08/gg-ipod.html' title='GG IPOD'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-112420523111345576</id><published>2005-08-16T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T08:18:05.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jokes(not by me dont worry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a friend showed me this thread. its funny n should make a nice read. i dun wanna take their stuff n paste it on my blog so i will jus paste u the webby. its not too bad. &lt;a href="http://www.esplclan.com/viewtopic.php?t=39"&gt;http://www.esplclan.com/viewtopic.php?t=39&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do read on, there's a PCK one bout sex. its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting increasing lazy to update, but i will still do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-112420523111345576?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/112420523111345576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=112420523111345576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112420523111345576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112420523111345576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/08/jokes.html' title='jokes'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-112368786754650448</id><published>2005-08-10T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T08:31:07.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HILARIOUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again i have stuff to say bout things i read on forums. i will try n edit portions of this cos some parts are sort of vulgar, dun wan too much vulgarities on my blog. heh. this is for those who understands singlish n hokkien. if you dont, there's not much point in reading this. jus for entertainment purposes. Go to the webby pasted, &lt;a href="http://lt1a.j37.com/?action=thread_display&amp;thread_id=146744"&gt;http://lt1a.j37.com/?action=thread_display&amp;amp;thread_id=146744&lt;/a&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If possible, read thru the whole thread, i personally find it extremely funny, not because of the pa kia tao guy but because of the fact that so many people actually want to go and flame him. for those who dunno wad flame is, it means criticise or something like tt. correct me if i am wrong. anyway flaming isnt something nice. anyways,  if u've read the whole thread, mayb u wuld come to the same conclusion as me that that guy is probably just joking. the hokkien n singlish is too exaggerating, sounds more exaggerating that PCK. wow PKT(pa kia tao) n PCK quite similar eh. okay nvm, scrape that. anyways, being so exaggerating and with such sarcastic remarks, they should probably have known he is just trying to test the reaction of those forums readers watsoever. LOL. wat follows is pure ROFL. people actually flame him bout his english and ask him dun fake as a gangster. damn funny, obviously he is trying to crack himself up by seeing people react to his actions. okay u all have to go read it. GO! i cant really convey the whole comedy in my very limited vocab. jus now when i was reading, i was SICL(sitting in chair laughing). got the sicl thingy from watching wcreplays. heh. anyways thats bout it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: its jus a personal opinion that i found that thread funny. yep, dont flame me if you all dont find it funny. leave some comments so i can see if u all think such stuff is funny so hopefully i can work on it. thnx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-112368786754650448?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/112368786754650448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=112368786754650448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112368786754650448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112368786754650448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/08/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-112342912418955247</id><published>2005-08-07T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T08:38:44.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame Mosquito Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lame Mosquito Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is a night when i dun feel like doing anything so i was just sitting there slacking infront of my com when suddenly mosquitoes caught my attention. okay the story starts now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day 2 mosquitoes wanted to eat this fresh piece of drumstick.  usually humans will go for the meat, which in this case the human drumstick that the mosquitoes are going for probably has meat at around the calf. well the 2 mosquito buddies went for the famous bed corner detector aka shin. yes, mayb thats where the blood vessels are i will probably nvr find out. so the 2 buddies or rivals were at the shin and they started to debate bout who takes the 1st bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I should take the 1st bite cos i saw it 1st." insisted mosquito A&lt;br /&gt;"No, screw u, i got here 1st so i shall draw first blood." remarked b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while they were arguing over who's going to suck 1st, they got tangled up and their tangled bodies got tangled up in the hairy forestation. good game for them there. the bed corner detector instantaneously detects 2 irritants and down came a crushing blow of frustration and boredom. yes, and the 2 mosquitoes died. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing bout this story that is lame is 2 mosquitoes going for the same spot and getting both of them stuck there, becoming easy targets for my go-and-die slap. so its good game there. soon after washing my hands of the victory, i came back to realise another mosquitoe on my keyboard, stuck between the keys. i started thinking, am i like sheltox man or something. its like they jus die coming near me. hopefully the mosquitoes think that way and stay forever away from me. that would be nice. okay tts all for me. peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-112342912418955247?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/112342912418955247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=112342912418955247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112342912418955247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112342912418955247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/08/lame-mosquito-story.html' title='Lame Mosquito Story'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-112325223351834008</id><published>2005-08-05T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T07:30:33.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;An old friend&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Okay this is a&amp;nbsp;very belated post cos i was really too lazy to install my camera driver n watsnot. nevertheless, here i am today to bring you 2 photoes that i've taken from think 3 weeks ago? yea something like tt. well, its actually a friend who jus returned from australia. of course he shld already be back there due to my splendid show of effieciency. Man i hate resizing my photoes. there shld have been a function to auto adjust. mayb there is but i m too noob to actually know of this wonderful fuction. okay for those who can recognise the place, great. for those who doesnt, its actually marche at heeren. i wouldnt have known it looks like tt although i've been there enough times b4. okay i am not inside the photo? y cos i am leet. come to think of it, the bottles looks nice from this photo. hmm....not much change in that alvin(extreme right of the photo) tot he's gonna become some gigantic fellow with an ascent( pardon the spelling) well he didnt. still same old alvin. let's move down n take a closer look at his face. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 609px; HEIGHT: 520px" height=700 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSCI0081.jpg" width=858&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Yes, none other than alvin the main guy of that night. same face and superb photography skills my yours sincerely. opps did i take that photo? okay nvm lets jus assume i did. yep, apparently he has stories n a girlfriend and other fun stuff so guys do chat up with him and get to know bout some happenings. yea. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 490px; HEIGHT: 369px" height=921 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSCI0080.jpg" width=1166&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;okay tt's bout it for the day, signing out.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-112325223351834008?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/112325223351834008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=112325223351834008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112325223351834008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112325223351834008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/08/very-belated-post-cos-i-was-really-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-112169659371020389</id><published>2005-07-18T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T07:23:13.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forum</title><content type='html'>Forum stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this off sgforums n tot it was a worthy read. guys, u shld read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a very happy person. My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. There was only one little thing bothering me. It was her beautiful younger &gt; &gt;sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very tight mini-skirts, and generally was braless. She would regularly bend down when she was near me, and I always got more than a pleasant view of her private parts. It had to be deliberate. She never did it when she was &gt; &gt;near anyone else. One day the "little" sister called and asked me to come over to check &gt; &gt; &gt;the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome. She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister. Well, I was in total shock, and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me." I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. When she reached the top she pulled off her panties and threw them down the stairs at me. I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a beeline straight to the front door. I opened the door, and headed straight towards my car. Low and behold, my entire future family was standing outside, all clapping! With tears in his eyes, my father-in-law hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family." And the moral of this story is:- Always keep your condoms in your car!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-112169659371020389?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/112169659371020389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=112169659371020389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112169659371020389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112169659371020389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/07/forum.html' title='Forum'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-112109474170480986</id><published>2005-07-11T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T08:12:21.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lack of updates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as u all can see there's not been much update lately. busy with wc3, anime n other stuff all together. Hmm....but well, its quiet lately in my blog too, so guess not updating that often is okay. Oh ya, CZ sux, come to sch with chicken pox. Germ bag. LOL. now i so worried. damn. okay try to update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-112109474170480986?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/112109474170480986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=112109474170480986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112109474170480986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112109474170480986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/07/lack-of-updates.html' title='Lack of updates'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-112064124446435891</id><published>2005-07-06T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T02:14:04.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'It' Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;The 'It' Part 3&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Think i am ending this story for those who cant wait to see the ending and also to the benefit of those who cant stand the story. here goes &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Upon meeting Bandit, Loseit managed to escape from almost certain death. It appeared that Bandit was also a user of the force. he has keen eye, the ability to aim accurately almost instinctively with little effort. Bandit checked Loseit with his force examinator, a device that can detect the distribution of force in the body. He realised Loseit was using a wrong type of force. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;'I guess you don't know what in the world is force right? Okay I assumed you don't know. Its actually spiritual force called force for short. It is the power to heighten a certain sense or ability of a person. Normal people have very small amounts of it and its almost negligible. You are using the wrong kind of force. Its like wearing soccer boots for running cross country. NOOB. opps sorry. Anyway, your sight is above average but its not your most prominent force. You have an overwhelming sense force, meaning you can fight blindfolded. Like that guy below. You are going to revenge you lao pei right? i don't wanna get involved.&amp;nbsp;You train hard and&amp;nbsp;you can probably beat&amp;nbsp;Gambit.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/BTNHeroDemonHunter.png"&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;And off Loseit went, training for his revenge. Initially it was tough. after awhile, he had could easily move around swiftly just by his feel. he learnt to mana break and his movements became faster and faster. Armed with moonblades, he decided he was ready to take on Gambit.&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;The vanguards in the castle of Gambit stood no chance against Loseit. Cockpit couldn't stop him either. Before long, Loseit was face to face with Gambit. Loseit realised that Gambit wasn't an easy opponent when he easily blocked off Loseit's full speed charge. Suddenly Gambit spoke&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;' I don't want to fight you. I can easily defeat you. But I have something I want to tell you. Loseit, I am your lao pei(father).'&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;'No way, my father is dead!'&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;'Its true, I am actually Missit. Gambit died in place of me during the war so since then everyone thought Missit died when actually I am Missit.'&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;'No way, I don't believe you!'&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Taking off his mask, Gambit revealed his true identity, leaving Loseit in shock. Suddenly, from the darkness came the cracking sound of a pistol. Blood splashed in the dim light of the room. The smell of fresh blood filled the poorly ventilated room. Then,&amp;nbsp; the lumbering figure of Missit fell to the floor, eyes still wide open. Dazed, confused and tremendously in shock, Loseit turned to where the sound came from. The dim light of the room could just vaguely show the face of Bandit, a smirk on his face. He stayed on to take a last look at Loseit before he disappeared into the darkness. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;Grabbing the hand of his father, Loseit swore vengence on Bandit, but thats another story for another time. &lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-112064124446435891?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/112064124446435891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=112064124446435891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112064124446435891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112064124446435891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-part-3_06.html' title='The &apos;It&apos; Part 3'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-112021765045182914</id><published>2005-07-01T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T04:34:13.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest Can Chain</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;Longest Can Chain&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Mmm.....nice steak from jack's place. eh how has this steak got to do with can chains? actually not. just feel like posting this nice wonderful steak on my blog. heh. okay lets go on to the main topic.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 197px" height=308 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSCI0059.jpg" width=428&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;What the? so much rubbish. do what man? where did i take this? at a school actually. at chung cheng high main actually. did someone turn the school into a recycling centre? hopefully not. let's investigate.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 216px" height=941 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSCI0071.jpg" width=1175&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Okay below is a banner about what occasion was being held in cchs.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 354px" height=959 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSCI0069.jpg" width=1174&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Got minister somemore. not bad. the words read longest can-chaining. the word longest was cut off. from what i heard, it took 170 students 3hrs to complete the longest can chain. not sure how many cans were used but it filled the whole area of the new hall. let's look at the masterpiece. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 254px; HEIGHT: 278px" height=631 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSCI0068.jpg" width=732&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Deep in my heart.....lovely.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 202px" height=413 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSCI0067.jpg" width=524&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Chung Cheng Singapore. Wootz. a very vibrant red colour we have there.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 260px; HEIGHT: 176px" height=335 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSCI0066.jpg" width=445&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Side view of the heart pattern&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;So what do you guys think? quite impressive right? if you wanna know more think stay tune to the news. it should probably show in the next few days. okay signing out. bye.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-112021765045182914?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/112021765045182914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=112021765045182914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112021765045182914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112021765045182914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/07/longest-can-chain.html' title='Longest Can Chain'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-112013961001715254</id><published>2005-06-30T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T09:26:00.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Initial D</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Initial D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that day i went to watched initial D at century square. let me talk bout the movie 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i would rate the show, i would rate it mayb 3 stars. its very normal in my opinion. the races are alright, not say extremely exciting maybe because i watched the anime. lets talk bout the acting. anthony wong not bad. edison is cool. shawn yue, never show much of him. jay chou, hmm think its like being himself in the show yea. dun think he really showed how the anime takumi should be. maybe he was asked to do that. i dunno. but his crying very funny. lol. but overall the show is quite cool, funny at times thanks to itsuki. let me do a direct translation from chinese to english of his favourite phrase in the show. " wat is god? i believe gods exist. but god is also human. but they did things that humans cant do. tts y they become god." think the one bout nose bleeding is one of the funniest. translation. "wah always nose bleed, dunno will become every month once anot." overall i still think the anime is betta because they show the psychological states of the drivers, making things more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets go on to the movie goers. thinking of movie goers, i seldom have bad experiences at cinemas. the few i could remember was one at think suntec. a group of pple came in, and talked like its their house. they were alot of "shhs" heard but they still insensitive. luckily they shut up by themselves. then came the bunch of pple at initial d. insensitive i shld say. during the show, when the jay chou wins in the race they clap. wat the....? 1stly they shouldnt be clapping in the cinema. who does tt? nvm. 2ndly, didnt they noe this show is all bout jay chou winning? they think wat? Formula 1 race? zzz. den after that they did something illegal. Piracy. armed with their dunno how many pixel camera phone, they shot jay chou, sending him right into their phone's harddisk. piracy i say. if they were seen, i'm quite sure they will get into some trouble. dunno wat they thinking. very sua ku behaviour(moutain tortise) i think. u shld have seen it. quite hilarious. den when the show ended i looked to see who did those crappy stuff. sec sch kids. sec sch gers to be exact. idol power. wat else. lalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.... guess thats bout it for today. thinking of stuff to update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-112013961001715254?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/112013961001715254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=112013961001715254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112013961001715254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/112013961001715254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/06/initial-d.html' title='Initial D'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111976398725701210</id><published>2005-06-25T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:33:08.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Sympthoms of addiction&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 368px; HEIGHT: 318px" height=256 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/omfg.bmp" width=319&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Okay this is sad. the screen shot couldnt be seen. anyways its hard evidence of addiction to dota. luckily, i saved the conversation so i could copy and paste it here. alrightey. lets go. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Leroy the habitualist, mikel the ritualist says:&lt;BR&gt;amidamaru IN harusame!!!&lt;BR&gt;Leroy the habitualist, mikel the ritualist says:&lt;BR&gt;OMFG&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Sp!n@ch"&gt;Sp!n@ch&lt;/A&gt;=) says:&lt;BR&gt;??&lt;BR&gt;Leroy the habitualist, mikel the ritualist says:&lt;BR&gt;damn nice la the oversoul&lt;BR&gt;� rek �&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; wheresmypotofgold says:&lt;BR&gt;amidamaru IN harusame!!!&lt;BR&gt;???&lt;BR&gt;� rek �&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; wheresmypotofgold says:&lt;BR&gt;wads tt?&lt;BR&gt;� rek �&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; wheresmypotofgold says:&lt;BR&gt;pls tranlate&lt;BR&gt;� s a l o h c i n � prk-kk says:&lt;BR&gt;he oversoul now is small&lt;BR&gt;� s a l o h c i n � prk-kk says:&lt;BR&gt;compared to the later stages&lt;BR&gt;........blah blah&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;� rek �&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; wheresmypotofgold says:&lt;BR&gt;lol&lt;BR&gt;Leroy the habitualist, mikel the ritualist says:&lt;BR&gt;next time dota i use harusame&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Okay the above was signs of addiction to anime that i've shown in the conversation. Leroy the blah blah is me. okay lets go on to a very bad sign of dota addiction. dota causes split self, as shown later. in this case, the victim thinks that he is in a dota game and he takes up many roles, taking turn to talk to himself, giving himself commands, scolding himself etc. read on.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Sp!n@ch"&gt;Sp!n@ch&lt;/A&gt;=) says:&lt;BR&gt;soul keeper swap life&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Sp!n@ch"&gt;Sp!n@ch&lt;/A&gt;=) says:&lt;BR&gt;fuck so slow&lt;BR&gt;Leroy the habitualist, mikel the ritualist says:&lt;BR&gt;u got 20 heroes in a 5v5 game&lt;BR&gt;Leroy the habitualist, mikel the ritualist says:&lt;BR&gt;pro&lt;BR&gt;� s a l o h c i n � prk-kk says:&lt;BR&gt;haha&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Sp!n@ch"&gt;Sp!n@ch&lt;/A&gt;=) says:&lt;BR&gt;tts royal rumble&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Sp!n@ch"&gt;Sp!n@ch&lt;/A&gt;=) says:&lt;BR&gt;centaur stomp leh&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Sp!n@ch"&gt;Sp!n@ch&lt;/A&gt;=) says:&lt;BR&gt;dun melee axe u noob&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Sp!n@ch"&gt;Sp!n@ch&lt;/A&gt;=) says:&lt;BR&gt;hey hex tt axe shadow shaman&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Sp!n@ch"&gt;Sp!n@ch&lt;/A&gt;=) says:&lt;BR&gt;tmd bei finger le la&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Sp!n@ch"&gt;Sp!n@ch&lt;/A&gt;=) says:&lt;BR&gt;sux&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Sp!n@ch"&gt;Sp!n@ch&lt;/A&gt;=) says:&lt;BR&gt;rikimaru smoke screen la&lt;BR&gt;� rek �&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; wheresmypotofgold says:&lt;BR&gt;signs tt seng is addicted by dota... see above for further details.&lt;BR&gt;� s a l o h c i n � prk-kk says:&lt;BR&gt;...........................&lt;BR&gt;� s a l o h c i n � prk-kk says:&lt;BR&gt;dear dear dear&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Sp!n@ch"&gt;Sp!n@ch&lt;/A&gt;=) says:&lt;BR&gt;tormented soul on pulse nova&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Sp!n@ch"&gt;Sp!n@ch&lt;/A&gt;=) says:&lt;BR&gt;oi techiec mine leh&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Sp!n@ch"&gt;Sp!n@ch&lt;/A&gt;=) says:&lt;BR&gt;zzzz&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="mailto:Sp!n@ch"&gt;Sp!n@ch&lt;/A&gt;=) says:&lt;BR&gt;wth&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;worrying signs. if u show such sympthoms, please contact your friendly neighbourhood doctor for medical help. or u could dial the hotline for the net rehab centres in china, where you will be in a computer free environment for a few weeks. Please, dont be a bonehead. help is always there when you need it. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111976398725701210?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111976398725701210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111976398725701210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111976398725701210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111976398725701210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/06/addiction.html' title='addiction'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111970441332510805</id><published>2005-06-25T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T06:00:13.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The 'It' Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, if fanny reads this, i m sure he would have a lot of comments. probably negative. but anyways here goes, with some help from porky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loseit was on his way to find gambit for revenge. with his guide damnit, he finally reached mount zzz where gambit dwelled. loseit tries to recalled the teachings of shootit. 'shootit you must'. so with the force strong within him, he went on to face gambit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, gambit, being a captain, has a very well guarded headquarters. although the force was strong within the young one, his impulsiveness did not serve him well. before long he was wounded and at the mercy of gambit's right hand man cockpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well well, what do we have here. a young jedi looking for death. look no further. here it is," loading his shotgun,"one way ticket to hell. once sold not refundable. Good luck. Heh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cockpit was about to blast off loseit's head, a shot was fired from the dark, wounding cockpit's hand and making him drop the shotgun. Seizing this opportunity, loseit used his force to repell the surrounding units as he ran for his life. seeing a small hole, he went to hide inside for he could run no further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Psst, up here," came a voice from somewhere above the dark hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fear that it could be a trick, loseit kept quiet, his eyes constantly trying to get some idea of what was happening outside the humid, cramped and dark hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. suckit asked me to come aid you. My name is bandit," remarked the voice, ending with a relaxed giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats it for part 2. i shall continue it another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111970441332510805?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111970441332510805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111970441332510805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111970441332510805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111970441332510805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/06/story-continues.html' title='Story continues'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111953276756332057</id><published>2005-06-23T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T06:19:27.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=6&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;My Room&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;for all those who haven't seen my room in its post exams or busy periods, this is it. this entry is all about my room. think CZ wanted to know how messy my room is. this is it. sharks i forgot to snap photos of the anime stuff in my room. Grr. but i m too lazy to budge now that i m writing this entry. mayb i will write something bout anime another time. first and foremost let me introduce you to my table. as you can see, you almost cant see the surface of the table. basically its covered with books. no way i am going to be able to study there. uh uh. Spot the shiny golden trophy. that was for winning the interclass street soccer tournament in sec4. man was that memorable. if u look even more closely, u can see that thing beside the clock is actually a medal, which i got during the 12 times 100m event this year. another highlight of my student life. okay back to my table. its more or less jus to put my stuff. and yes, most of it is unfiled. mayb all of it is nt in order of date. the nearest to filing and organising is the sorting out into subjects. even so, not everything is packed that way. My 'filing' system. Pro. well, so long you can find your stuff. thats most important rite? &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 215px" height=380 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSCI0043.jpg" width=506&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;My table is brown, nt orange or white. try to look beneath the chaos&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Okay let's go on to the chair. the red chair. the metallic red chair. the metallic red chair of space. yes, its another place to put my stuff. in this case my bag was occupying it. i cant remember the last time i sat on the chair. and its definitely not sometime this week or the week before. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 244px" height=392 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSCI0047.jpg" width=513&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;"Excuse me sir, i believe this is my chair," says the bag&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Okay let's unveil the true identity of this innocent looking bed. its a bed of course. i still use it to sleep. its actually my table as well. no hard area to write? no worries, jus grab something hard to place it there as writing surface. its soft and comfy, condusive(man how do u spell it. lol) environment for studying. its so comfy that sometimes i replace my pillow with something else. could be a file, could be notes or it could be a textbook. depends. well, i think i heard before&amp;nbsp;something like this, if&amp;nbsp;you studying on your bed, being comfortable, u are actually enjoying it more and it helps. couldnt remember the full details. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 301px; HEIGHT: 213px" height=409 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSCI0052.jpg" width=560&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Its not jus a bed. Dont be fooled&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Well that's about it for the day. man i m still waiting for story suggestions for the 'It' story. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111953276756332057?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111953276756332057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111953276756332057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111953276756332057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111953276756332057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-room-for-all-those-who-havent-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111935841622861783</id><published>2005-06-21T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T06:36:17.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'It'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 'It'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an original story my a very creative writer, SA the sickle-cellish. retold by me. i will try to recall as much as i can and retell in in as similar a manner as possible. here goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, there lived 2 persons. One of them is gambit and the other one missit. they were the best of friends. gambit loved to gamble. missit loved to miss. anyways that was that. everything was peaceful until one day. that faithful day, the 2 friends suddenly had to go to war. gambit was dragged into the republican army, and missit being a democrat was dragged into the democrat army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war dragged on for some time and then the republican army came to the base of the democrats, the World Tree Center. Missit was desperately defending the Tree. Unknowingly, Gambit stormed in on this CHOKOBULL and stabbed his spear right into Missit. When he realised it, it was already too late. Missit was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning of this, Loseit, son of Missit went on a quest to revenge his father. Before he left, Suckit advised Loseit not to lose it because doing this is futile because he will just lose. Stubborn and confident, Loseit went on his impossible mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, he found a guide called damnit who always holds a ring. damnit will often stroke his ring and say affectionally to the ring, "Damnit, oh damnit!" OMFG. Then he found a Master who thought him some fighting skills by the name of shootit. "Shootit u must at all enemies. Mercy there shall not be. Mercy leads to revenge, revenge leads to sadness and sadness leads to Death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lets give some suspense to the story. i shall continue the story another day. any suggestions of storyline or characters do tag my board.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111935841622861783?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111935841622861783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111935841622861783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111935841622861783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111935841622861783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/06/it.html' title='The &apos;It&apos;'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111927433385858794</id><published>2005-06-20T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T06:32:13.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedok</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Hohoho, today i had a great dinner. went to&amp;nbsp;bedok blk 85 market for dinner. had a craving for the ba cho mee so asked some of my friends to have dinner there.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Lets see..... for $3 u have 9 meatballs and alot of ba cho. OMFG. n u have a pair of chopsticks and a spoon. the colours blend in well too. Horny. this was b4&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 190px; HEIGHT: 192px" height=917 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSCI0037.jpg" width=1142&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;And this was after. empty yet satisfied&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 192px" height=1025 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSCI0040.jpg" width=1281&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Next up was satay but it was gone b4 i could take photoes&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Next is chicken wings. another horny one. look at that. mouth-watering.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 174px; HEIGHT: 199px" height=907 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/DSCI0041.jpg" width=965&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Then we rounded off with carrot cake(white) and loads of crap talk. If that didnt make u hungry, it sure made me drool. okay nth much for today except some pictures to brighten up the blog. mayb i will feature some random rubbish next entry. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111927433385858794?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111927433385858794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111927433385858794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111927433385858794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111927433385858794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/06/bedok.html' title='Bedok'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111918499300990109</id><published>2005-06-19T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T05:43:13.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail the delicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Once again my&amp;nbsp;blog is getting active again with a whole new layout&amp;nbsp;all thnx to that fellow over there ----&amp;gt; oh not there, there ^ no i mean down. yea yea that cute guy over there with the orange. man i feel thirsty. yea if u dunno him he is aloysius the delicious babelicious. actually i think he looks like one of the singapore idol contestants. heh. anyways, as i was unfamiliar with the html stuff, he offered to help me with the skin and tts how i could now present with a more presentable skin.&amp;nbsp;cool skin. man i love it. so hopefully i can&amp;nbsp;start getting&amp;nbsp;my digital cam working n paste some photos to make this blog more lively. but apologies to mr bean etc because&amp;nbsp;my blog will still nt contribute to society. theme is crap, rubbish, nonsense n pure randomness. maybe some&amp;nbsp;happenings if there are but most probably randomness. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 299px; HEIGHT: 237px" height=394 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v302/Trvezo/aloysius.jpg" width=471&gt;&lt;BR&gt;hmm....can i drink this?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111918499300990109?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111918499300990109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111918499300990109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111918499300990109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111918499300990109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/06/hail-delicious.html' title='Hail the delicious'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111909019182912993</id><published>2005-06-18T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T03:23:11.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The hypnotic effect</title><content type='html'>Books. gamblers dont like to be associated with books because books signifies bad luck. (books=shu, lose in chinese) actually i think this belief is wrong nt jus because its baseless but because there's another effect that should overweigh that effect, the hypnotic effect. how many times have u seen pple slping in the library? how many times have u seen saliva stains on books? how many times have u seen pple use books as pillows while burning midnight oil. Books work miracles. if u are wondering how u can defeat insomia, take out yur nearest friendly textbook if u have any, preferably things like bio, history geog etc with chunks n chunks of words. dun browse. dun speed read. slowly read it. savour it. next thing u know, u are in dreamland dreaming of your dreamgirl. below are some comments from people who tried it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dota made me energetic at night so much so its hard to fall aslp. den i took out my chemistry textbook n suddenly its morning n i was lying on my book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sleeping pills? who needs them? waste money, waste time going to the phramacy, risk of side effects, overdosing. jus use books. safe, available, convenient. no side effects what-so-ever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it. Seeing is believing. Muggers, may the force be with u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111909019182912993?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111909019182912993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111909019182912993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111909019182912993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111909019182912993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/06/hypnotic-effect.html' title='The hypnotic effect'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111903170274441210</id><published>2005-06-17T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T11:08:22.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fren is pro</title><content type='html'>this is once again dedicated to the greatest fan of my blog, rek the sand king aka powerpak. wat is he pro at? studies? no...not tt although he is nt bad at studies. DOTA? oh no, lets nt make him haolian. he always use sand king thus the title conferred. den he does the same thing over n over n buy the same stuff everyday since we play almost everyday. rek, change hero after common test okay? pls. now everytime i see sand king i can only think of yur name. tts gay. okay tts massive side tracking. where was i? oh ya he is pro at something. gers? nope, it seems he is the kind who dun like to take action but mayb u can consider tt pro, i dunno but IMO no. okay enuff intro. he is excellent at smsing u out of nowhere, giving u a shock n surprise n when u are wondering which pretty babe is thinking of u at the exact instant it happened to be no other den my dear rek bro. rek-sama! so how. he will discuss things with u via sms. OMG. n den i type so slowly. den he will use up several sms. lol. luckily he helps me clear my free sms since i type so slowly everyone who smses me gets turned off by my replying speed. usually i jus call back. are u guys a victim of rek-sama's sms bombing. no worries. call 123456-help n help will be there, hopefully. (dunno wat will happen) yur every call means alot to us. PLS CALL. this bit of advertising is worth it if u guys can call n help us to help u. to all victims of sms bombings, wish u all a speedy recovery. i have an immunity so dun worry. if u wan u can kindly donate to the soonyee needy fund. very much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;PS: rek, i need to make it entertaining to my most loyal supporter so i need to write something regarding u. LOL. stay tuned for other episodes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111903170274441210?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111903170274441210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111903170274441210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111903170274441210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111903170274441210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-fren-is-pro.html' title='My fren is pro'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111857979038099411</id><published>2005-06-12T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T05:36:30.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's be vegetarians</title><content type='html'>that day i was with a group of friends and we started chatting about animals. initially it was about some phython that has the power to kill a human in secs. den they talked bout some dangerous potentially poisonous animals tt some humans consume ie puffer fish. actually its also a rather valid reason we shld jus be vegetarians if we dun wanna die. anyway we went on to talk bout this frog that will kill u if u jus touch it. okay duno if its true but its totally blue. jus dun touch something like tt. yea den now to wat led me thinking bout the cruelty of humans. omg. there wasnt much examples i could recall but i remembered a few. 1 is the way turtles were killed to make turtle soup. procedure- pull the head, grab pull harder. lift up the chopper, chop down. wham. next chop chop chop chop n there goes the flippers and another turtle has became soup. den bout sharks fin, maybe alot of pple would've already known. grab that shark. slice slice slice. no its not dead. its actually alive jus that the fins are gone. where does the shark go den. oh i think it became food for other fishes back in the ocean. finless shark= cant swim = good game. den wat else. oh yea. monkey brain. tts sadistic. the monkey is alive. ALIVE. still moving. they cut the scalp, exposing the brain. so what now? well they whack the sharp straw or wateva into the brain. n u eat/suck dunno wat. omg, is tt human behaviour? the monkey can be heard screaming. y do pple wanna eat things like this? lets go eat veggie. now. wow, KFC has a new combo. wow wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111857979038099411?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111857979038099411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111857979038099411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111857979038099411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111857979038099411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/06/lets-be-vegetarians.html' title='Let&apos;s be vegetarians'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111820979918195465</id><published>2005-06-07T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T22:49:59.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to the long time loyal supporter</title><content type='html'>at the request of probably the only survivor of the very limited list of pple who actually visited my blog, i shall once again dust the cobwebs off my blog and attempt to think of some lame stuff to write about. btw, i nearly forgotten the password to this account and would have definitely sealed the end of this pathetic blog. Hmmm....mayb i should start getting some videos or pics posted. at least it wuldnt suck tt much but i m too lazy. anyway wat shld i write. oh ya this reminds me of a bad experience. okay it might sound racist but actually its nth against the race. its rather against the person. anyway it all started when psycho king LF psychoed me to play DOTA. it was irresistable. he played for 1 hr. but me, being the person i am, once i sat down, the seat excreted some sort of super glue tt would release only after 2 or 3 games which is equivalent to round 3 hrs. so basically i threw away another $7.50 . something like tt. okay den i went to try out the food at a newly opened food court beside meridian hotel. as i was trying to figure out how the hell i eat my spring chicken(with hand or with 2 hands or with fork and knives) it started raining cats and dogs. i saw cats and dogs dropping down from the sky. OMFG. okay nvm lame. so it was raining extremely heavily n i had to run all the way to the bus stop in the rain. so patiently i waited for the bus. it was gd tt i waited for a bus instead of a taxi becos when i boarded the bus, i realised my ez link card was back at the lan shop. sux. so i ran back. guess wad the uncle said to make me feel worse. "wa luo tang ji liao" i was ZZZ-fied. okay so being ever so gay, i decided nt to be drenched further. after a while, a taxi did came along. the driver a bangarla wateva u  spell it. i swear if i see him again, i will take down his licsense (how the hell do u spell liscence? is the 1st one or second one rite or both wrong?) plate no. let me tell u wat he did. 1stly i wan to emphasise tt he is in the service industry so he is supposed to be friendly if nt at least i dun feel like slapping him which i felt after the whole incident. okay on the journey home, he exhibited his attitude problem making me feel like i m at fault taking his taxi. his impatience or wateva can be heard in his voice, his tone. nvm tt. so as we were reaching my house, i told him, "stop in front at the house with the gate opened" I should have shut up. he flew past my house 2secs after i said tt sentence. blind or deaf u judge. so as he could have seen. it was raining cats and dogs. with some simple thought, he shld have tried to reverse or something. no, he was only focused on the cash. sucker. next to give him an easier time, i gave him $10.20 so he could jus give me a change of $4 n i could have scram since he hates me so much. no, he comes and make it difficult for me. he took out 2 $2 notes, and a $5 one. n he gave me the $5 one. ZZZ. den he asked for a dollar from me. irritated but still i replied normally," i dun have $1." den he insisted on giving me the five dollars n continued talking in some incomprehensible bangara slang. the only think i heard was $1 so i tot he wanted to give me a discount. wat was i thinking. den as i was leaving he $1 me again. enough is enough. i gave an irritated reply," DUn have" he think he selling tissue paper issit. one dollar one dollar. bloody hell. okay finally he decided to part with his 2 $2 notes. i was packed my stuff about to leave n den he said, "10 cents" he can jus go eat shit. tt shit face, money face, blur face. he stopped 1-2 mins ago so by right the fare is 6.20 tts it. now he ask for another 10cents. how many times does he wan to do it. tt bloody scammer. i feel like throwing it in his face. the coin will god damn rot n get stuck in his shit face. bloody hell. go sell tissue la one dollar man. come to think of it, it could be his tactic. if he does it 365*10 (lets assume he works everday being the money face tt he is n lets assume he irritates 10 similar pple like me in a day) one day he would earn an extra dollar n he probably have more den 10 customers in a day. its nt the money, really. 10cents is nth but the way he indirectly snatched it from me is irritating. its no difference from stealing, really. if he could i am sure he wants to earn an extra 10 dollars from me. sucker. jus quit being a taxi driver.&lt;br /&gt;OKay this entry sounds angry but when i told a fren of mine he was laughing. nvm. i will ganbateh next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111820979918195465?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111820979918195465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111820979918195465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111820979918195465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111820979918195465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/06/dedicated-to-long-time-loyal-supporter.html' title='Dedicated to the long time loyal supporter'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111633836513904286</id><published>2005-05-17T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T06:59:25.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laksa taste so gd on a rainy day</title><content type='html'>Wow, today was the perfect weather for a bowl of hot spicy katong laksa. rainy day with slight wind making the weather cool and soothing. warming myself up with a bowl of laksa is really very hmm....man i m thinking of a word...forget it. really very SONG. oh mayb i shld u the word appropriate. anyway allow me to introduce to u guys psycho king. shit i shld have his photo. he is damn good at psychoing. psycho me to laksa den to the 135 bus stop den taking 76. i nearly complied to the last psychoing. luckily i didnt cos i boarded 155 home the moment i got down from 76 instead of going to the further bus stop. psycho king is a hero adept at confusion n hero killing. his skills are confusion, psycho, predict and dare. he is an intelligence based hero. blah too much dota. anyway today on the wya to katong, this guy was like slping den he kept leanin to my side after he nearly smashed his head on the bus wall. i nearly had my photo taken with him leaning on me. heng never. i tried to push him off but he was like so heavy. nvm. i have to study now. study! LF u noe who's the psycho king?? lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111633836513904286?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111633836513904286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111633836513904286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111633836513904286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111633836513904286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/05/laksa-taste-so-gd-on-rainy-day.html' title='Laksa taste so gd on a rainy day'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111512591918701939</id><published>2005-05-03T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T06:11:59.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We can do it</title><content type='html'>today we had our trg for the 12*100m finals. okay it wasnt very gd but i feel the most important thing is effort. i believe we can do it if we jus focus and run our best. so let's jus set our minds on friday and ganbateh. GO! i noe there's a weird saying going run tt u cant run 100,200,400 but u can run 10*400m interval. LOL. wonder who's is tt.&lt;br /&gt;Also big thanks to kw for the provision of free lan. KW u rock. pls do read this entry. issit 24hr lanshop or wad?&lt;br /&gt;S13, GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111512591918701939?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111512591918701939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111512591918701939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111512591918701939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111512591918701939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-can-do-it.html' title='We can do it'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111477997292209669</id><published>2005-04-29T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T06:13:12.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOTA- the lord of der-win</title><content type='html'>Woah woah woah now who said derwin's team usually loses? today he was on the winning side twice. also his stealth assasin is scary. he got a god-like. killing for free. Anyway today's dota was really fun becos the teams are quite balanced. 1st game was alrite, my side got owned due to my incapability in using anti-mage. i was killed dunno how many upteen times. sucks. but den the 2nd game was so exciting. i played til the back of my head was alittle numb(this happens during very tense games) n i was sweating. wow didnt noe u can exercise playing dota. anyway we fought until one pt when we were whacking each other base; a competition to see who destroy whose base 1st. n its really fast pace. u have to click fast cos on average battles, a level 20 hero can die in less den 4secs. bing bam boom n he fell. could be me as well. scary. man if only i had took a replay of it....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111477997292209669?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111477997292209669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111477997292209669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111477997292209669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111477997292209669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/04/dota-lord-of-der-win.html' title='DOTA- the lord of der-win'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111460591539958182</id><published>2005-04-27T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T05:45:15.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S13</title><content type='html'>Great job 04S13. we've done extremely well today. the 4*100m was damn exciting. at the end everyone was quite close. initially i was thinking where was my class as i couldnt see without my specs. it was worrying when i saw this guy with white shirt, black shorts and red shoes running ahead of everyone. den i looked around for our class horse. luckily the horse was wearing the red hoofs. for our heats we were 1st. yea. den next event was the 4*400m. KNN. i officially quit as a 400m runner. 1stly i m slow. 2ndly its damn tiring, always cramp after tt. conclusion, run until nearly die n den get raped by other runners. cant see the pt. anyway i was last for the 1st runner but den after tt my class caught up and by the 3rd runner we were 1st. SWEE! cheng was like some ah long chasing the pple in front for money. scary. damn fast. if he ah long those who owe him money confirm die. cant run away one. den after tt we maintained 1st. haha. i am really looking forward to sports meet this year. 1 individual event n my class qualified for all 3 team events. S13 ji tao song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111460591539958182?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111460591539958182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111460591539958182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111460591539958182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111460591539958182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/04/s13.html' title='S13'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111418557871234256</id><published>2005-04-22T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T08:59:53.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancefest</title><content type='html'>My sympathy for pple who missed this fantastic event. hmm....like wat the emcee said, the performances really make u wonder if they are from tpj becos its really like those u see on tv. n seldom do i see the hall's facilities being utilised to such extent. the air con is on, the spot lights are brought in n the amps are roaring. okay maybe the amps roared too much. but den the place was still like on fire. all the performances were funky and cool n it really makes u move to the beat. all the contestants put in their all. i especially loved the breakdance competitions when pple from the audience are invited to go on stage and breakdance to the beat of the music played. it was damn exciting. they really dun miss a beat n they can turn spin turn spin and somersault and those crazy head spins n the insane one hand balance. they walked with their hands, kicked the air and made the crowd ecstatic. serious this cant be described in words. They are really "SWEE!" okay la i type somemore also no pt. i love this dancefest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111418557871234256?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111418557871234256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111418557871234256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111418557871234256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111418557871234256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/04/dancefest.html' title='Dancefest'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10130528.post-111357549536901023</id><published>2005-04-15T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T07:31:35.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some stuff i found online</title><content type='html'>non-naruto fans might not understand this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Uchiha Sasuke, is the ninja equivalent of Paris Hilton." -Shishou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;Incest&lt;/i&gt; + &lt;i&gt;Homosexuality&lt;/i&gt; + &lt;i&gt;Necrophilia&lt;/i&gt; = &lt;b&gt;Sasuke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Necorophilia, because he wants to kill Itachi first)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I only hate Itachi, for not killing Sasuke." -Shishou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I now found what I hate more than Sasuke and Iruka.  Sharingan Fanboys.  They need to die, die by fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10130528-111357549536901023?l=judecept.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/feeds/111357549536901023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10130528&amp;postID=111357549536901023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111357549536901023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10130528/posts/default/111357549536901023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://judecept.blogspot.com/2005/04/some-stuff-i-found-online.html' title='Some stuff i found online'/><author><name>Curry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12357351677359099736</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
