<?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-1408534044458242821</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:57:51.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEED THE WORLD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-8608040846596534157</id><published>2008-12-28T16:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:16:10.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no post.</title><content type='html'>First thing I would like to say is Nepal was nice. I have pictures, but nowhere to upload due to restrictions. If you want you can ask from me on MSN, but its around 450MB so you should be a person like me who sticks on the computer whole day if you want to finish receiving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing I would like to say is screw Take5 :X We send proposal bloody damn long ago and they haven't given us any reply. I bet later the reply come back got a SHIT LOAD of SHIT to do, and very little time to clear all that shit. Actually, there will be enough time, but given how busy I am as an individual there is simply no time. I got better things to do. *cough*game*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third thing I would like to say is I've seriously been gaming a shit lot. On days which I do not go out (which was almost everyday until recently), all I do is plop myself in front of my computer and gamegamegamegamegame. And its not just game then sleep at maybe the normal gamer's sleeping time of 1am or so. I sleep at probably 3am normally now. That's really gay. My biological clock is screwed, just last night (or morning?), I slept at 5.30am and had to wake up at 10.15 for church, and even the usually hyper-energetic Ivan was unable to function properly. I walk like I'm drunk, and my eyes were barely open. Fortunately as the day went on I woke up abit and still can continue gaming :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth thing I would like to say is the reason why I never post is exactly because of the third thing I wanted to say and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth thing I would like to say is GO FREAKING READ LIAR GAME. For those who do not know what it is, it's something called a manga, or a japanese comic book. I don't want to go into any details of the storyline, but it's damn good go read it at OneManga or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I go back to doing the third thing which I said, and I will hover back when my hero dies and I'm waiting for respawn or something :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8608040846596534157?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8608040846596534157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8608040846596534157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8608040846596534157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8608040846596534157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time no post.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-5989054042788645470</id><published>2008-11-20T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T23:39:38.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The final stretch to the beginning.</title><content type='html'>It is three days till I leave for my end-of-year expedition with ODAC24 to Nepal, and all the hype about it, with all the various types of gear we have to purchase, the fuss about the food over there, and the need to acclimatise quickly, is steadily making me feel that this task can actually be daunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my head, it's always been: "Ah go to Nepal, take 7 days to climb and descend a mountain. One whole week, should be quite slack la."&lt;br /&gt;Mood: HOLIDAY WOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, it is definitely starting to get more scary, with all the talk about the inevitable acute mountain sickness (AMS) that everyone will get when they go above 3000m. FYI, the mountain we are climbing is around 4200m, so there's not much room to avoid that AMS shizzle. The thought of possibly being the person to pull the batch down is something that can be quite scary, because it is not a role that I am used to being in. Symptoms of AMS include: headaches, appetite loss, restlessness etc. Just the thought of it can really dampen my mood, because trekking becomes very boring when faced with such symptoms. With all the talk about it from everyone I hear, I guess its a reality that I have to face, and because of that:&lt;br /&gt;Mood: AHHHH AMS OMG SHIT DIE OMGOMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read some websites and they said that you should not be progressing more than 300m a day in order to acclimatise properly, and from our schedule, we are going up more than 800m a day, and with only a night's rest to acclimatise on each day. How we are to handle this, I HAVE NO IDEA. Screw Singaporean's rushed itineraries, later everyone get AMS we are screwed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I preparing for expedition? Currently, I'm doing everything which I should not be doing: sleeping late (at an average of 3 am), not eating vitamin supplements, gaming all day and not doing any kind of cardiovascular exercises, eating fried and oily food (increasing my chances of falling sick), and the list continues.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see whether my luck holds out lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and $27 trekking shoe pwns you. Buy from random market shop FTW (Y) Ultra budget possible feet destroyer. Again, I depend on my luck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start packing... in about 1-2 days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My luck has NEVER been good. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5989054042788645470?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5989054042788645470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5989054042788645470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5989054042788645470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5989054042788645470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/final-stretch-to-beginning.html' title='The final stretch to the beginning.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-3963302721575924377</id><published>2008-11-16T03:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T03:18:30.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picspam</title><content type='html'>While browsing through the My Documents folder in my computer the other day, I realised that I had loads of pictures which I found funny stored up in my computer, and therefore I wanted to share the results of my collection over the years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[rant]The WHOLE FREAKING 5 YEARS I HAVE BEEN USING THIS COMPUTER, AND HAVE TO USE FOR ANOTHER 3 MORE YEARS. WHO USES A COMPUTER FOR 8 YEARS? DAMMIT WTF.[/rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway have a good laugh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/3032768790/" title="stapledcondom by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3138/3032768790_b32b059b04_o.jpg" width="280" height="450" alt="stapledcondom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/3032768796/" title="beforeandafter2 by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3147/3032768796_93bfcd0506_o.jpg" width="353" height="285" alt="beforeandafter2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/3032768840/" title="brave-chicken-kfc by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3181/3032768840_662cf9b3a3_o.jpg" width="500" height="323" alt="brave-chicken-kfc" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/3032768846/" title="condomtruck by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3185/3032768846_bfc25eb9a8_o.jpg" width="454" height="442" alt="condomtruck" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/3032768848/" title="deletecookies by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3223/3032768848_fdfcef5499_o.jpg" width="353" height="500" alt="deletecookies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/3032768852/" title="donaldduckride by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3211/3032768852_704b3d048c_o.jpg" width="300" height="429" alt="donaldduckride" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/3032776056/" title="emocows by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3288/3032776056_a70f2309a2.jpg" width="500" height="436" alt="emocows" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/3032776062/" title="fishsuicide by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3292/3032776062_42d4359355_o.jpg" width="500" height="406" alt="fishsuicide" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/3032776068/" title="fishtie by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3068/3032776068_3e55c29053_o.jpg" width="423" height="500" alt="fishtie" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/3032776070/" title="GAME-OVER by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3144/3032776070_b929ed24bf_o.gif" width="142" height="160" alt="GAME-OVER" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/3032776072/" title="gumswallowers by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/3032776072_11aec0651a_o.jpg" width="500" height="343" alt="gumswallowers" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/3032776074/" title="industrialdesign by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3170/3032776074_5b74bb45e5.jpg" width="500" height="400" alt="industrialdesign" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-3963302721575924377?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3963302721575924377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=3963302721575924377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3963302721575924377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3963302721575924377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/picspam.html' title='Picspam'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3288/3032776056_a70f2309a2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-8748658247442695980</id><published>2008-10-20T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:57:33.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*insert synonym for fluke here*</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot about the existence of this blog until today my friends were talking about it. While I didn't say anything much, my head was suddenly enlightened with an "Oh! Now I remember I have a blog!" kind of feeling, and here I am posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what better time am I posting, because this so happens to be the DOOMSDAY everyone was going crazy about - the doomsday being the return of promotional exam results of course. It is indeed a day of mixed feelings, some people go "YES I PWN LOLOLOL (very very rare, if not impossible to find)", some people go "Oh shit gg advance/retain/&lt;b&gt;never score high enough to match up to personal expectations or to beat so-and-so (KILL THESE PEOPLE PLEASE)&lt;/b&gt;", and some people go "Well it's okay but I know I could have done better than this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a short message for each type of person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES I PWN LOLOLOL"&lt;br /&gt;Well done &lt;strike&gt;Puah Rui Hao&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit gg advance."&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm pretty sure life will still go on, so don't be too sad and push yourself too hard. I know the pressure you will probably face by your parents, like "WTF YOU HAVE TO DROP ONE UNIT! I KEEEEL YOO!" But just take things in your stride and go on with what you have, and I believe things will become brighter as time goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit gg retain."&lt;br /&gt;I think nobody who reads this blog has retained. If there's such a person, well I'm sorry but gg :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh shit gg never score high enough to match up to personal expectations or to beat so-and-so."&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU. Seriously, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well it's okay but I know I could have done better than this."&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure many people fall under this category. They are kind of happy with what they have, yet they somehow know they can actually score higher and get that extra mark. Well, it's good to have this mindset as this is what keeps you improving, but just a tad bit too much of this will bring you over to the "fuck you" zone over there, so be careful. Yea, and to encourage you, work harder and I believe you will improve next time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a day of uncertainty, where it silently creeps up on you and soon enshrouds you without you knowing what's going on. Fear not though, for what's done is done, so just let bygones be bygones and work harder towards a better future (and hopefully better grades too). For now though what I'm going to do is to soak up the holidays, enjoy myself by immersing myself in games (both computer and real-life), and prepare for the expedition to Nepal come the end of the year. Yeehaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who wish to start studying immediately, I believe it is a conspiracy by the school to make us keep studying on an on in a vicious cycle. If I remember, I will post about this next time. For now, ciao it's time for TENGEN TOPPA GURREN LAGANN WOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;P.S. For those interested, my grades are BBBCE. But please, don't start comparing, thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8748658247442695980?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8748658247442695980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8748658247442695980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8748658247442695980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8748658247442695980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/insert-synonym-for-fluke-here.html' title='*insert synonym for fluke here*'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-8473987744431416858</id><published>2008-10-07T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:41:27.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;My legs are dead due to ODAC training, but guess what?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bitsandpieces.us/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/imagesgo-go-gadget.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://bitsandpieces.us/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/imagesgo-go-gadget.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8473987744431416858?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8473987744431416858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8473987744431416858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8473987744431416858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8473987744431416858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/legs.html' title='Legs...'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-8273776897227635128</id><published>2008-09-29T16:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:40:38.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Geass</title><content type='html'>This anime deserves a post on its own. Having just watched the last episode of Code Geass R2, which is most definitely the last episode of the entire series, I am declaring that it is the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEST ANIME EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not joking. I remember stating in a recent blogpost that it is the best anime, but now I am stating that it is the best, and will be the best forever, and ever. I cannot even imagine how anything will even come close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having watched about 34728379347 anime series (approximation), Code Geass stands alone, at the top by far, as the one which has left the deepest impact on me, and made me talk about it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's Bleach and Naruto which the whole world recognizes, and watches, but what special thing is there other than for "RAAAAAH CHIONG AHHH!! POWER UP!! BOOM! KILL ENEMY! RAHHHH YES I WIN!!" involved? Code Geass has got me thinking about the human intricacies, human weaknesses, human wishes, and the human behaviour which stops man from attaining these wishes. Geass, as a concept, is simply brilliant. Being able to symbolise so many things, it can be interpreted to be a power which is plain and simple, that is, the power to subjugate people's will. But reading between the lines, the definition of Geass is unlimited. Anything more I say will become a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I implore you, anime watcher or not, to watch Code Geass. Watch it not because I said it was good, but watch it because it is riveting. And earthshaking. And fabulous. And &lt;insert positive="" adjective="" here=""&gt; [insert positive adjective here] x100000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WATCH GEASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8273776897227635128?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8273776897227635128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8273776897227635128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8273776897227635128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8273776897227635128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/code-geass.html' title='Code Geass'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-7582779325836774132</id><published>2008-09-16T19:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:57:54.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreasonable.</title><content type='html'>Payment for expedition is due this week, and in spite of Edusave and Internationalisation Fund helping the price to go less than $1000, which I think is bloody damn cheap for a trip to Nepal. It's a nice and happy endi... NO WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROBLEM COMES IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father refuses to give me teh munnies. Why oh why? Has our family been reduced to a state where we are unable to afford teh munnies, which has already been drastically reduced from the initial payment of around $1800? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N-O. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He simply does not wish to pay. Why? Because he says the reason why the teacher wants to collect this early is so that she is making things easier for herself. Uh duh? Which idiot in this world doesn't want to make things easier for his/herself? However, even if my father is backed by the ABILITY to pay, coupled with unwillingness but no choice, he still does not want to pay. He gives plenty of reasons like being unsure whether the Edusave amount that we want to deduct has been confirmed blahblahblah. You debunk one, he comes up with another. (I think I need his kind of brains for a good GP essay, plenty of points. OH WAIT! ITS ALL BULLSHIT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What transpires is that he is making things difficult for the teacher, for me (who is in between, naturally things are difficult for me), and of course he has to stress with my constant reminders of the need to pay. Why stress yourself so much when payment is inevitable? Oh my god I have no idea how the brains of adults work. My father gets all his useless points shot down by me, then he walks off to my mother to rant. My mother gets all her even more useless points shot down by me (she's not exactly as smart as my father), and my father comes in with the "MY SAY IS FINAL" trump card, and I am pwned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother probably said a good point. "We have difficulties that you won't understand..." Well that's the function of my brain and your mouth: You explain, I comprehend. Complicated much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel okay if you are able to explain why you cannot (or rather, will not) pay, but if all the reasons that they come up with are utter nonsense, and all visibly seen as the "think up for the sake of thinking up" kind, how can you expect me to be convinced?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn the lack of reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Total rant post. Just needed somewhere to write down what I feel about this issue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-7582779325836774132?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7582779325836774132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=7582779325836774132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7582779325836774132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7582779325836774132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/unreasonable.html' title='Unreasonable.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-8885986660911745581</id><published>2008-09-13T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T11:54:50.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful.</title><content type='html'>This is some beautiful shadow play. Watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oeH2vsEodik&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oeH2vsEodik&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8885986660911745581?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8885986660911745581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8885986660911745581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8885986660911745581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8885986660911745581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-3338838679750590153</id><published>2008-09-01T23:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:28:59.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T'is the season...</title><content type='html'>It's that time of the year again. And no, it is not a time of celebration, of joy and jubilation, of people jumping in the streets grinning in their euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the complete opposite. It is the time of doom and gloom, the time of frustration and hair-ripping, the time of depression and disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;It is &lt;b&gt;exam&lt;/b&gt; time.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be more accurate, it is &lt;i&gt;preparation&lt;/i&gt; for exam time, and it is a time when people literally bury their head in books (falling asleep... in my case), and force themselves to keep on reading and practicing even if they feel a sizzling sensation burning in the head. (I seriously do get such sensations... around a few times a year when I really do study, and I do not know whether it is normal or not. :/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also a time of randomness, and laziness, and as such I shall post random thoughts in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) CODE GEASS PWNS. Anime fans who have not watched Code Geass, you are sinning against the Commandments of Anime™ simply by not watching the best anime in the world. Utter and absolute pwnage. For the people who do watch Code Geass, not watching it on the same day as its release is also a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I just realised I had alot of wrong concepts going on in my brain in the past. For example, I thought that if your urine was very dark yellowish, it was actually good because it meant that your body was actually working and clearing itself of any waste present in your body. Now, after learning that that isn't actually how your body works, I come to realise how foolish I was by not drinking water after having very dark-coloured urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I haven't started mugging. I don't know if now is a correct time to start, since the exams are still 3 weeks away, and I don't want to burn myself out by finishing stacks and stacks of notes in a short span of time at a go. The time to start should be soon, but not now... I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) When you think of the number of lectures and tutorials remaining for each subject, you realise that that number isn't really alot. And you also realise that the number dwindles with the increasing number of people (girls, I might add) whom a certain Chemistry teacher (note: twocking) brings up on stage, wasting valuable time. While entertaining, it's not entertaining to see the number of pages remaining in your lecture notes, and the amount of time you have left. So much to go through, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) It's weird that they don't really give you the tests straight after a holiday. I mean, they give you a holiday right smack in the middle of nowhere, and then they resume lessons, and then boom the exams come in. Anyone else thinks its a weird sequence other than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) End of year expedition will be to Nepal, and will cost a grand sum of S$2000. With the aid of some funds, the price will go down to around S$1200, which is within my father's budget, not including additional equipment. However, his one condition is that I score well for Promos. Would that be possible? Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) It is time to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-3338838679750590153?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3338838679750590153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=3338838679750590153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3338838679750590153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3338838679750590153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/tis-season.html' title='T&apos;is the season...'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-2436346902465476695</id><published>2008-08-22T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:50:13.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Seventeen</title><content type='html'>Today was my birthday, and great thanks to everyone who put in the effort to prepare anything for my birthday, or just pop in a "happy birthday" greeting, because it made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to MT12, 09S07A and ODAC24 for being there to celebrate my birthday. My JC life revolves around these 3 groups of people, and I am grateful that they are there to make life so much better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know what else to say, and I'm tired, so here's some Abiho randomness to end the post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/2786467001/" title="abi bday cake by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3211/2786467001_db946c0f49_o.jpg" width="360" height="360" alt="abi bday cake" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/2787331550/" title="abi 17 bday by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3033/2787331550_123920e25b_o.jpg" width="280" height="280" alt="abi 17 bday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some... &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; breathing the number 17 lol.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great creative juices come alive late at night/early in the morning (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-2436346902465476695?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2436346902465476695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=2436346902465476695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2436346902465476695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2436346902465476695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/sexy-seventeen.html' title='Sexy Seventeen'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-7906596138566538172</id><published>2008-08-12T20:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:10:28.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemwhores.</title><content type='html'>Chem SPA totally kicked my ass today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most frantic one hour before a test. Not even Common Tests or PSLE could match up to the buildup to this Chem SPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging everything possible, memorizing comments, errors, impacts and improvements, trying to write it all down under stressful circumstances (next to my friends beside me who are mugging as well), was frantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, it still kicked my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: Chem will kick your ass no matter what. Stop chemwhoring you fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-7906596138566538172?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7906596138566538172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=7906596138566538172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7906596138566538172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7906596138566538172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/chemwhores.html' title='Chemwhores.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-25023063319113218</id><published>2008-08-09T20:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:35:12.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day Singapore</title><content type='html'>Once again, it is the date of Singapore's independence. I find that the difference between the NDPs every year is the year itself when the soldiers line up to form the words "NDP XX". Everything else remains constant during the parade (ceteris paribus) :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijing Olympics Opening Ceremony held yesterday (08/08/08) was brilliant. They really made use of their resources (people, and err... yea people) very well to create performances of such large magnitudes, synchronizing everything together almost perfectly, which can be said to symbolize the unity of their nation. Even apathetic people like myself, who have not bothered about such performances for a long long time, found the performance simply amazing. For once, kudos to China for the great performance. (I am still pissed with that China scholar who stole my free gold trophy for table tennis IHC. Hmph.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end it off, here's a cool video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhV8WlMvvGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hhV8WlMvvGA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RUNNING MAN WOO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-25023063319113218?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/25023063319113218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=25023063319113218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/25023063319113218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/25023063319113218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-bday-singapore.html' title='Happy B&apos;day Singapore'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-1116065746852260341</id><published>2008-08-01T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:39:57.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IHC</title><content type='html'>I signed up for three events for IHC:&lt;br /&gt;1) Tennis&lt;br /&gt;2) Table tennis&lt;br /&gt;3) Floorball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis I didn't even get to play because maybe I'm not good enough. Turns out MT got first so maybe the team was really very imba so I'm fine with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table tennis MT got first again, but I know that I was definitely good enough for the team, which I unfortunately did not make it into. This cool recre table tennis guy from China come and take a slot just because he hails from a lineage of pro table tennis players i.e. China players = pro table tennis players. Anyway he got his ass handed to him, everyone said he sucked, and he was using some godlike bat. MT still won, but it's no thanks to him. Most importantly, he took away my free trophy T_T Damn pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floorball we got into the quarterfinals, which I fully expected to lose because we were playing against a team of hockers like Ned and Andre (Christian's brother). Then turns out first minute we score 2 goals liao :/ Final score was like 10-2. Total gayness. Then next up was semifinals against Guo Wei and Guan Chua, who owned our team 5-1 during group stages. This time we won 4-3 because of Ray and Andrew imbaness. They seriously just totally shut down Guo Wei that game. He didn't even get to hold the ball for long before getting tackled and getting counter-attacked. Guan Chua was still owning, but he's Guan Chua :/ No choice one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals was against BW LOL. AGAINST LEECH'S TEAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking in the toilet before floorball quarterfinals started while changing that we surely lose for our quarterfinal games already. He was up against Faris' team while I was up against Ned's team, which were very tough fixtures. Then we met in the finals :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the finals I didn't get to touch the ball because Ray and Andrew had to be given the chance to play for the full thing so they could play their best. They worked damn well together, and seriously played with a hell lot of passion. Seriously I think no one else could have taken Ray or Andrew's position and played as well as them. Anyway, this one damn guilty to admit, but I got free trophy :/ Played only during quarters and semis, finals didn't even get a chance to touch the ball. &lt;br /&gt;To BW's credit, they played very well even if their goals were quite tyco - or at least 2 of them. Very entertaining match which went into overtime because the score was tied at full time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would have lost if not for a sick angle shot which Ray got in at the last second. Seriously, from my view he looked like he was behind the goal line, but he still managed to hit it in with supreme accuracy lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then Andrew scored the winning goal in the top right corner. Chance well taken.&lt;br /&gt;Credits also go to Lihua for being quite a good blocker, managing to halt the ball in many occasions and clear from dangerous situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In essence, I got lucky this time :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-1116065746852260341?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1116065746852260341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=1116065746852260341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1116065746852260341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1116065746852260341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/ihc.html' title='IHC'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-9207334118858333893</id><published>2008-07-30T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:15:18.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EWEN YOU PWN.</title><content type='html'>//#ewen/ says:&lt;br /&gt;whats faizads email&lt;br /&gt;chaste to the corez; says:&lt;br /&gt;malayman@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;//#ewen/ says:&lt;br /&gt;kk thx&lt;br /&gt;//#ewen/ says:&lt;br /&gt;wait wtf&lt;br /&gt;//#ewen/ says:&lt;br /&gt;are u sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOLOLOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-9207334118858333893?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9207334118858333893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=9207334118858333893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/9207334118858333893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/9207334118858333893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/ewen-you-pwn.html' title='EWEN YOU PWN.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-2310294233440282111</id><published>2008-07-28T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:39:23.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma.</title><content type='html'>Confused over whether the article I have found for my EoM is suitable or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;unsettling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-2310294233440282111?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2310294233440282111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=2310294233440282111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2310294233440282111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2310294233440282111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-6874112823049562368</id><published>2008-07-23T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:37:32.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344" align="center"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wZBmEKBfLY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3wZBmEKBfLY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL watch this its damn bloody funny, for those who do not know about it yet XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, during Econs, Nick, Hongxiu and I were trying to imitate Bobby Lee when given any chance to do so.&lt;br /&gt;For example,&lt;br /&gt;GLS: "THIS IS NOT HOW YOU DRAW THIS GRAPH."&lt;br /&gt;Nick: "But sometimes I do..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course its done only among ourselves. Imagine if we actually said it out aloud lol GLS will explode at us with some random nonsense like "Then your Sometimes will lead to an S for economics," or something around that level -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everytime GLS trying to make a point and teaching the class how to do it properly and explain properly, Hongxiu would be nodding his head like Bobby Lee with the damn funny expression. Can't describe it here go watch the video first XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was practically laughing the entire lesson, other than worrying if she would call me up to do a question together with Ewen, because neither of us did our tutorials (as usual). Rarely was Econs so funny XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a crazy long day as well, with 6 periods back to back and no breaks in between. Ewen was going on about there being some rule in RJC that says that we should not have 6 periods in a row, but apparently it is not true, and they want to breed a bunch of still-growing (Yes I am! Wooo!) youths into anorexic bamboo shoots by starving us half to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also abseiling day for ODAC. Abseil from the tower in which we did our class camp activities, using three different methods. Fun when you're actually doing it, but not fun to hear about all the theory behind it (rues the two hour theory session on Monday that I had to endure - not sure if anyone feels the same way). It's also not exactly as fun as rock climbing, but nevertheless its a fun experience. New skill learned! Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today ends with a DotA session with Ewen, because there's apparently no homework when I asked him. If I find out he scammed me, he's going to die along with me :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-6874112823049562368?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6874112823049562368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=6874112823049562368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6874112823049562368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6874112823049562368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/today.html' title='Today.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-835748037183554325</id><published>2008-07-17T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:37:18.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theory of the value of a good</title><content type='html'>According to this new theory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Value of a good = Satisfaction derived from the good / Price of the good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, when price of the good = 0, then the value takes on an undefined value, which can be stated as unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, free goods are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits go to Ewen for this theory, which was discovered at a humble location called Cafe Cartel where we were feasting on the free bread provided while spending $6.40 combined for both our meals there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should go there more often. Always laugh like mad when talking to him there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-835748037183554325?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/835748037183554325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=835748037183554325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/835748037183554325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/835748037183554325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/theory-of-value-of-good.html' title='Theory of the value of a good'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-3408901063616519060</id><published>2008-07-13T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T01:18:51.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg test results</title><content type='html'>I finally got the last of all my test results on Friday, and wasn't really too happy that day because of one thing which I screwed up which I thought I wouldn't. Ah well life sucks :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are my grades:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - B: This is the first result which I got back, and the first shock. Pleasant one though, because as far as I know it's quite alot better than the average of the school, so no complaints there. My friends, however, show me a =O face (that exact expression, just with 1000x more intensity), when I told them what I got for Chem, considering that it's honestly a rather tough paper (in my opinion). Happy happy joy joy, and now I don't understand Reaction Kinetics at all -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics - S: S for SCREW THIS @&amp;amp;#*$^@ paper! I know I didn't understand the case study, so failing that is a given, but failing the essay as well... that takes the cake. However, it does seem that failing the essay is the norm, which is a sign of either we are damn screwed, or the teachers are crazy markers, or both. Still, apparently, S is the average for the level, which is really really screwed up lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography - B: Another pleasant but not so unexpected B, not really a high B but still a B nevertheless. Quite a few people in our class got A apparently, so it's good to know that my class is good at Geography. Shihua got A even though she say she will fail - I'm sure you can predict your grade so far off lol. The guys who usually sit at the back of the class all utter pwnage, all scoring Bs. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics - B: After doing the paper, I know that I had 16 marks gone simply because of blanks. Hate it when you have the situation where if you don't do part (a) of a question, the rest of the parts of the questions are all undoable. Sucks, but that's the reality of maths. Anyway 16 marks gone, minus a few more marks due to careless mistakes, and tadaa A become B. Ironically, maths was one of my worst subjects in RI, so as usual my friends who hear of me getting B for maths all gave me that same =O expression (same intensity as with Chemistry), and yea just remained petrified there for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Paper - C: Paper 2 was gotten back first, and I scored 30.5/50, which is essentially a B. At that point I was thinking, "OMG just score 30/50 for essay and I will get my B! Yippeee!!!" Then I got back my essay on Friday, and I got 24/50 -.- Don't really know why people consider my GP to be pro, even though I can get such marks. Aiya, at least next time I know that I should be more careful for my essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes the comments on all my papers. Time to wake up, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I suck at essays. That's really screwed because half of the papers I take require essays, and there's no way you can study how an essay is written. For me, it's just a question of mood. Good mood, write splendid essays. Bad mood, get owned by red crosses (oh wait not that Red Cross, I mean the marking one). And all the different subjects require different style of essay writing. Nonsense :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now for the final comment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:1000%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL 15%&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-3408901063616519060?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3408901063616519060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=3408901063616519060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3408901063616519060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3408901063616519060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg-test-results.html' title='omg test results'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-2627776161132155361</id><published>2008-07-07T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T00:07:26.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEEEEHEEEEE.</title><content type='html'>This is a special post because it is the 100th post, but with no special content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole of last week I have been gaming (doh it's like the end of the exams already it's time to relax), and it has been fun and relaxing. Gaming does not exactly relieve me of stress (must think of how to kill the other guy, therefore stressful), but at least its the fun type of stress. It can also be tiring (long hours spent in front of the computer playing), but this is the kind of fatigue that I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week is the week that we get back almost all of our results (except for Chem, which we have already gotten back), and the one subject I'm most certain of failing is Econs. Friends from other schools might be like "Chey fail econs, I fail it 37488123947238947x already, nothing special one lah." However, much as the situation is the same here in RJC, we still do wish to pass very much. The chances of passing are definitely very low, however, due to a screwed up case study and badly done part b for the essay, which is virtually around 80% of the marks XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we have to learn to accept what we get, and face what we have done. One thing that I have been seeing around is this intense sense of competition I see around many of my friends. Yes, yes, yes, I know that competition is vital in order to improve (just like in Britannia the Emperor lets his children compete, and the weakest are eliminated *oops Code Geass sidetracking*), but OVER-competitiveness is the trouble I'm referring to today. I've probably mentioned this before, but we should try to compete without stating the competition. What do I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A: "What do you think you can get for Econs?"&lt;br /&gt;Person B: "I think I can get a B." ------&gt; HAHA FAT HOPE (unless you are a Puah)&lt;br /&gt;Person A: "OK I SHALL AIM TO PWN JOO."&lt;br /&gt;Person B: *O_o*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A: "Eh what did you get for Chem ah?"&lt;br /&gt;Person B: "I got a B."&lt;br /&gt;Person A: "FUCK FUCK FUCK I JUST LOST TO THIS RETARD OMFG I SUCK /WRIST"&lt;br /&gt;Person B: "Uhh..."&lt;br /&gt;Person A: "Oh shit. Did I just say that out loud?"&lt;br /&gt;Person B: "Yea..."&lt;br /&gt;Person A: "Fuck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea anyway I digress, but what I mean basically is to compete with other people (it's inevitable) in your head only, and not express the OUTRIGHT DESIRE AND LUST FOR ULTIMATE ACADEMIC PWNAGE. Relax, and turn the stress off for yourself and for others in this way. You want to improve and pwn the guy? No need to announce the need to do so! Just go and study to pwn, simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work hard people (like you already are), and good luck for CT results this week. Sincerely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do think that I will get totally:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.favreau.info/misc/photoshops/pwn3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.favreau.info/misc/photoshops/pwn3d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-2627776161132155361?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2627776161132155361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=2627776161132155361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2627776161132155361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2627776161132155361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/neeeeheeeee.html' title='NEEEEHEEEEE.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-413497241021081497</id><published>2008-06-28T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T21:17:43.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put a banana in your ear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFCSXr6qnv4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFCSXr6qnv4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-413497241021081497?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/413497241021081497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=413497241021081497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/413497241021081497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/413497241021081497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/put-banana-in-your-ear.html' title='Put a banana in your ear.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-570383033483951050</id><published>2008-06-26T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:55:46.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVER WOOT.</title><content type='html'>HAHA BIO PEOPLE. PWNED. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the exams are over, period of frantic mugging is over, even though I still do not understand why I studied so hard for 15%. I just realized I probably worked harder than anything I have worked for other than EOYs last year, and all for just a measly 15%. Screw you peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to move on to a period of frantic GAMING, and frantic PW-ing T_T&lt;br /&gt;Things do not look good currently, so must ensure that we bring everything back to up to speed, and make sure at least we have something to show to Naidu. Too much red tape, too many obstacles blocking our way, but all we have to do is "curve around the obstacle" - like in Wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Wanted with the class after exams, and it's seriously quite cool. Okay, probably the gore is quite unexpected, there might have been a tad bit too much swearing, but you have to admit that the movie effects are good, because they were cool and didn't make me giddy like in Jumper, and Angelina Jolie is hot. That ass scene and the kissing scene just makes it all worthwhile. LOL still remember Nick Yun saying "I want..." out loud in the theatre while they were kissing, causing everyone to laugh. Then he said "Shihua..." and I was like O_o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curving bullets and hot bods aside, there's no time to waste. It's time to spend some quality gaming time with non-stop DOTA and MMO gaming :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, have fun bio kids. It's just one more day now, don't cry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-570383033483951050?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/570383033483951050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=570383033483951050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/570383033483951050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/570383033483951050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/over-woot.html' title='OVER WOOT.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-9193890092665181251</id><published>2008-06-21T20:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T20:42:18.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalities? Meh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Spontaneous Idealist (SI)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneous Idealists are creative, lively and open-minded persons. They are humorous and dispose of a contagious zest for life. Their enthusiasm and sparkling energy inspires others and sweeps them along. They enjoy being together with other people and often have an uncanny intuition for their motivations and potential. Spontaneous Idealists are masters of communication and very amusing and gifted entertainers. Fun and variety are guaranteed when they are around. However, they are sometimes somewhat too impulsive in dealing with others and can hurt people without really meaning to do so, due to their direct and sometimes critical nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This personality type is a keen and alert observer; they miss nothing which is going on around them. In extreme cases, they tend to be oversensitive and exaggeratedly alert and are inwardly always ready to jump. Life for them is an exciting drama full of emotionality. However, they quickly become bored when things repeat themselves and too much detailed work and care is required. Their creativity, their imaginativeness and their originality become most noticeable when developing new projects and ideas - they then leave the meticulous implementation of the whole to others. On the whole, Spontaneous Idealists attach great value to their inner and outward independence and do not like accepting a subordinate role. They therefore have problems with hierarchies and authorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a Spontaneous Idealist as your friend, you will never be bored; with them, you can enjoy life to the full and celebrate the best parties. At the same time, they are warm, sensitive, attentive and always willing to help. If Spontaneous Idealists have just fallen in love, the sky is full of violins and their new partners are showered with attention and affection. This type then bubbles over with charm, tenderness and imagination. But, unfortunately, it soon becomes boring for them once the novelty has worn off. Boring everyday life in a partnership is not for them so that many Spontaneous Idealists slip from one affair into another. However, should the partner manage to keep their curiosity alive and not let routine and familiarity gain the upper hand, Spontaneous Idealists can be inspiring and loving partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If four questions could tell what my personality is like, life would be so so simple. Some parts just make me go "yea right." XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-9193890092665181251?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9193890092665181251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=9193890092665181251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/9193890092665181251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/9193890092665181251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/personalities-meh.html' title='Personalities? Meh.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-5048836304110479790</id><published>2008-06-16T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T21:31:32.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7113 feet...</title><content type='html'>...was what ODAC24 climbed as a batch for the whole of last week, or technically speaking, from Wednesday to Saturday for the ascent and then the descent of the beautiful mountain called Gunung Yong Yap - 4th highest mountain in Peninsula Malaysia. Incidentally, this is also my first real mountain climbing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't be fooled. All of you might be saying, "Chey, I climbed Mount Kinabalu before, highest in the WHOLE OF MALAYSIA. PWNZ JOO KKTHXNUB." I learnt plenty of lessons through this journey, together with my batch, and one of them is that the difficulty of mountain climbing is not just by height, its by an amalgam of factors: Just as &lt;strike&gt;Sir&lt;/strike&gt;Mr. Forest Gan said, the environment is a complexity. There are too many factors that can come into play, and it is most definitely narrow-minded to judge a mountain by the height of it. This mountain which we climbed, most definitely provided more learning lessons, and more experience, and more "magnetic benefits" (whatever that is), than anything else we would have chosen to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I witnessed my limit. Not just the physical limit, I have reached that far too many times. It's a mixture of all my limits put together that I witnessed, for the very first time. Physical, mental, psychological, everything. And it happened while I was climbing to the summit, through muddy, thorny, and obstacle-filled terrain. If I were to compare the climb to a 2.4km run, it just feels so different. For a 2.4km run, we know when we are reaching the finish, we know all we have to do is to persevere and push on until we can get to the end. But for climbing a mountain, even if the end seems so close (that is, if you can see it - I totally could not due to tree blockage), it can actually be a very long walk away still. I reached the point where I was panting, and usually at this point of physical exhaustion during a 2.4km run, I would just will myself to go on because the end is near in sight. However, this time, I just couldn't. I did not know how far more I had to go on. I did not know what I would be pushing for. I did not know what sort of obstacles the mountain would continue to throw at me as I pushed on. I pushed on, but fatigue sets in simply because I reached my limits. One could say that I probably felt tired due to a range of factors: Ran out of water, did not eat much at all, was losing body heat quickly without knowing it, thin mountain air (these really happened by the way)... But those are simply physical factors, while what I felt was really a breakthrough for me was my mental strength and psychological perseverance. I found my limit for those finally, because they have not really been truly tested before, be it in a jog, during gym, while doing a test. I am glad to say that I kept pushing until I emerged victorious at the top, along with everyone else, with joy and &lt;strike&gt;fatigue&lt;/strike&gt;exuberance undeniably written on all of our faces. I feel that I have truly broken a barrier, and that, personally, was the greatest breakthrough that I have gained through this expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably, being fitter in the physical sense does help out in climbing a mountain. For example, the group which climbed before us reached the summit in 4 hours, making it look so easy. We took, say, in between 7-9 hours? Being fitter, stronger, hardier does help in climbing a mountain, but I truly believe that mental strength also plays a pivotal role in mountain climbing. Now I know what to work on to become a better mountain climber personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the same set of clothes for the entire span of six days before I got the chance to bathe was also a &lt;i&gt;truly excellent&lt;/i&gt; experience. In fact, my shirt became so dirty that my mother decided to just throw it away :/ "EEEW, so dirty," might be what you would be thinking right now, but it's actually more practical to do so than to change clothes everyday, and then get it dirty again at the end of the day. Saves weight, saves effort in washing, and saves the trouble of changing as well. XD Me and Syafiq truly hardcored the entire expedition, walking through treacherous terrain in our shorts, while everyone else wore their track pants. Truly very proud of that, and I have the multitude of sandfly bites, cuts and scratches (all gotten ON THE LAST DAY! GRRRR!) to show for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone worked hard in planning for this expedition for the past few months, and it would have been sad to see rain douse our happy moods and plans. Thankfully, this time there was no rain at all throughout the expedition, making things much easier for us. I shudder to think what would have happened if it had rained (super ultra soft soil... landslide?! AAAAHHH!), but thankfully the weather was nice and sunny all the way through. The temperatures were of course cold, and I was practically sneezing for the entire first day as I fought to acclimatise and get used to the sudden change in conditions my body is used to (I'm extremely intolerant of the cold &gt;&lt;). Night time temperatures are crazy low no matter where you are, in the town or at the summit, even though it becomes unbearable at the summit. Next time I should follow advice and bring the 50% polyester and 50% cotten shirts (made in China! WOOOO!) instead of wearing 100% cotton. Nearly froze to death up there -.-  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Technically, I feel all of us have improved definitely with all the basha pitching practice we had, although it was not enough to stop our basha from toppling at the summit -.- However, we got through just fine in terms of technical skills, cooking included as well. Happy to say that me and Syafiq cooked OMGIMBARICECOOKERSTANDARD rice, and of course plenty of other stuff that we managed to cook up. In fact, we brought too much food - pancake mix was alot of extra weight to carry for Siyun &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, we had fun, and it's now time to look forward to Sea Expedition - Codename: SEX.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Presenting to you, ODAC24:  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/2584140996/" title="ODAC24 by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/2584140996_23b0b2222d_o.jpg" width="480" height="360" alt="ODAC24" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5048836304110479790?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5048836304110479790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5048836304110479790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5048836304110479790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5048836304110479790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/7113-feet.html' title='7113 feet...'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-8145623100998431036</id><published>2008-06-08T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:02:34.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JEX.</title><content type='html'>I'll be gone for one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to do anything for PW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I will be able to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE SOME DOOFING FUN IN JEX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye people. TRIPLE SMILE. :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8145623100998431036?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8145623100998431036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8145623100998431036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8145623100998431036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8145623100998431036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/jex.html' title='JEX.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-6475544251078858380</id><published>2008-06-06T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T20:16:31.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abuse.</title><content type='html'>It's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stuff I see on my table that are left untouched since the start of the holidays till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thick stacks of notes and worksheets that are filled with several times the content that was covered in secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friends who give up playing to go on mugging frenzies, until it becomes so late at night it would be sunrise in a few more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality hits when you realise that you have an expedition waiting for take away a week of your time, and although there are people who have it worse than me, I still find it stupid why I didn't make use of the remaining time to really hardcore mug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see friends putting in hours of mugging in a day, friends consulting here and there, friends who give up leisure for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I start to think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this abuse? I don't mean abuse as in the making use of a situation to make things better for yourself. I mean abuse as in physical abuse. Psychological abuse. Mental abuse. Are we meant to be sacrificing what we want to do in order to get a nice grade on a paper which is not guaranteed anyway? Are we meant to make sure our brains get pushed to their fullest potential, and force it to keep growing and absorbing more knowledge like an already fully-soaked sponge? Are we supposed to be sacrificing sleep for everything we do nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging is definitely what a lot of people would not do given the choice. In a way, I would say that it's most definitely self-abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya at the end of the day, the most important thing is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;MUGGING SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-6475544251078858380?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6475544251078858380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=6475544251078858380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6475544251078858380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6475544251078858380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/06/abuse.html' title='Abuse.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-5670579673967842602</id><published>2008-05-29T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T22:50:42.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple birthdays</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICK YUN (28)&lt;br /&gt;JUSTIN LIU (28)&lt;br /&gt;CHIN YIKSIN (29)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOL :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5670579673967842602?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5670579673967842602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5670579673967842602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5670579673967842602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5670579673967842602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/triple-birthdays.html' title='Triple birthdays'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-5304486841311799798</id><published>2008-05-27T02:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T02:39:52.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June - The Forbidden Holiday</title><content type='html'>Here is the period of the June holidays, when as the word holiday implies, students are able to sit back, relax, and have fun anytime he wants. It seems that this only applies to primary school students, no wait, it doesn't even apply to primary school students anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, in my school, we are no exception. They have cleverly placed Common Tests right after the June holidays so that we spend our non-curriculum time studying in the end. But no! I shall not let them have their way! At least for the past few days, all I have been doing is play, watch anime, play, watch anime - in an endless cycle. Soon, it will come to a point where there's simply &lt;i&gt;no choice&lt;/i&gt; anymore, and the need to mug becomes apparent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I believe that it would not come soon. Please, just let me enjoy a few more days of pure fun, until I become bored. Only after then, will I start to study (and become even more bored -.-) It's not even a question of motivation to study, it's just that I'm in holiday mood. And studying unfortunately just doesn't fall under my "to-do list" during holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'll see how this turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. June Expedition from 9-15 June, won't be able to do anything then. Dammit thats minus one week. &lt;i&gt;No choice&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5304486841311799798?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5304486841311799798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5304486841311799798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5304486841311799798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5304486841311799798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/june-forbidden-holiday.html' title='June - The Forbidden Holiday'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-7498003737491100058</id><published>2008-05-20T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:34:31.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I choose you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/2507634351/" title="snorlax by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2373/2507634351_f50b970855.jpg" width="500" height="393" alt="snorlax" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-7498003737491100058?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7498003737491100058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=7498003737491100058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7498003737491100058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7498003737491100058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-choose-you.html' title='I choose you!'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2373/2507634351_f50b970855_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-48529747267790392</id><published>2008-05-20T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:59:26.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NABAN HEAD</title><content type='html'>That's the name which will be written on Puah's windbreaker. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, blogging is not something I have done recently, because it requires skill, talent, concentration, determination, perseverance, courage, precision, and of course, a lot of time. Time is not something which I have a lot of currently, even though there was time for abit of &lt;strike&gt;DotA&lt;/strike&gt; sleeping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sort of scares me that my PW GPP is still unapproved at this stage, and we had to do our Chapter One and survey/interview questions based on a version of a GPP which has not been approved yet. Hopefully, this time it gets approved, then that's a huge load off our backs. Currently, things don't look good because nothing has been approved yet, but once the GPP has been approved, things will turn out much better in the end. That is, IF the GPP is approved. IF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an unusually scary sight to see my class suddenly turning their mugger mode on. I mean, my secondary four class was an extremely mugger class, and everyone scored fantastic grades, until it doesn't seem like much of a surprise anymore. But for this class, it's weird to see people suddenly going to the library a hell lot more often than in the past to mug. I mean, for people like Puah, who can say stuff like "Eating is not important." and go straight to the library to mug instead of eat, it's not much of a surprise. But virtually the entire class goes to the library to mug ever so often nowadays, to the point of it becoming like a social spot for our class. Even I go there a lot recently, and I seem to be scaring myself =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs test today, and GP Common Test tomorrow. I see people stressing so much for GP CT, but I don't actually get the idea of how you can study for it. As Zahrah and Eugene said, it's more of a long-term commitment to gaining more general knowledge or knowledge of current affairs, rather than last minute cramming of info in your head. That being said, if anyone knows how it's possible to actually mug for GP, please tell me. I want to try that too XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and good luck everyone. Do your best :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-48529747267790392?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/48529747267790392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=48529747267790392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/48529747267790392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/48529747267790392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/naban-head.html' title='NABAN HEAD'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-9099599421560596573</id><published>2008-05-08T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:14:49.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Difficulties.</title><content type='html'>Puah was just saying the other day as we passed by RI after ODAC training at HDB flats, "Now that I'm back in RI, everything seems so childish and kiddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in JC has changed me quite alot. The past afternoons where I used to be able to get home before 3, or on some days at 1 pm are long gone, and I get home now at an average of 8 pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things have taken over my life now. My friends, my CCA (which I had in the past, just that I didn't care as much as now XD), and the need to actually do work. In the past, everything was copy-able, and things would turn out fine. Just mug at the last minute, sometimes don't even need to mug, and things would turn out fine at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not here, not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gan Lee Suan said that all we had to do was to get our basics right. Learn price elasticity of demand well, then cross elasticity and income elasticity would come naturally to you. How true, and how harsh that statement is. Now that I did not learn the basics right, everything seems to be toppling on me. As RJC keeps spamming more and more information atop my weak foundation, all it takes is for a little tip for everything to collapse. Imagine playing Uno Stacko, and with all the many blocks on top balancing on a teeny weeny block below, and that's the situation I am in now. It's precarious, I know it, but yet it's something I feel powerless against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I tell myself, work hard Ivan, be like everyone else and sit down and do your work. But yet, there are just these moments of powerlessness that come along, and it just so happens to come along at the wrong times all the time. It seems like I am making excuses, but it's seriously how I feel. I think I need the encouragement to go on, and to continue to actually study. I've been trying to find such a motivation to study for the past 4 years. Throughout my years in my secondary school, I've become &lt;i&gt;jaded&lt;/i&gt; with studying. Sometimes I just ask myself, "What's the point?" I lost the motivation I had in primary school which led me to my success, and no I have not found it back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even considered out of character for me to be posting such things, but after seeing how everyone is bucking up and getting down to work in lieu of the approaching Common Tests, I cannot help but look at myself and wallow in self-despair. Which brings me to my next point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODAC Exco voting/selections coming up, and I'm again wallowing in self-doubt. But this time, it's not like such worries are unfounded. The people I am up against for any position would be the friends whom I have made in the past 4 months, and it is difficult to pit myself against people whom I have went on expeditions with, joked with, and had fun with. Speaking about being out of character, it's so difficult to be seen as a serious person once you are deemed as a "joker". I do crack my jokes, I do try to be as humourous a person as I can be whenever I am around my friends, but when it comes to being serious, I think I rise up to the occasion and do what I am supposed to do, and more. However, I feel that it's very difficult for people to see that aspect of me. They see Ivan, they think "HAHA THAT JOKER/PERVERT/ASSHOLE/SLACKER/blahblah", but no one thinks of me when I am actually serious and contributing. Once an opinion has been formed, it's just so damned difficult to change it. I know because I formed opinions of some people, and it is really difficult to change it. Sad, but it's a reality of life. Anyway, why am I lumping this under the ODAC Exco paragraph? It's not entirely unrelated, because what I want people to see is that I am able to be serious when I need to be, to be responsible when I need to be, to be what people expect of me when I need to be. I think that's what makes Mr. Tan so impressive. He can be a joker, he can crap a hell lot with super lame jokes or facial expressions, but we know and think that he is actually a serious and deep-thinking person. Am I simply struggling to be like him? I hope that's not what's being seen. All I want to be sure of is that I am not simply dismissed as the "slacker", the "joker", the "naban", whatever. I want to be acknowledged, and I want to actually see people putting their trust in me, and thinking of me as a person they can talk to, not simply crap to or bitch to, or sometimes even about. I think it's because of this that I want to be in the ODAC Exco, not because of the "testimonial", or the fame and glamour of being in an Exco. How many extra words will being in an Exco buy you in the testimonial? 10? 20? I care not for those. What I really want to see is people start to talk to me straight from their hearts, to trust me, and to see me as someone who is not exactly a total joker/pervert/asshole/slacker. It's more of the search for recognition that I seek, and wish to acquire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad when people express doubt about my abilities. No matter how much self-confidence one has, he needs to be recognized by his peers to consider himself as a successful person. Why am I pushing myself? Why did I do chinups until the skin on my hands tear multiple times? Why do I endure with the pain? The answer is now obvious. It's not for the ego boost, it's just to have the pleasure of being recognized for your efforts, and I feel that's very important, and that is why JC life is so difficult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-9099599421560596573?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9099599421560596573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=9099599421560596573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/9099599421560596573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/9099599421560596573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/difficulties.html' title='Difficulties.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-3899942379082829369</id><published>2008-05-01T22:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T23:23:01.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class camp :)</title><content type='html'>Came back from class camp a few days ago, and was too tired these few days to make a post. In essence, class camp was fun, but abit too short and abit too easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was OMFGULTRAPWNAGEHOT. Especially during canoeing and rope course, the sun was there to totally pwn your face and body. I am now a black man, but after shedding my outer covering, I will be back to normal Ivan soon. Thank you so much Mr. Sun for the short-lived happiness as a blacker person :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canoeing was really quite mad. At the start, I was sitting at the back, and it was damn slack at the back because you can't really influence anything that the boats can do. And so, I went to the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My deltoids were dying after that, but it was more fun in front because I felt I could contribute more in front haha. With Eugene (OWNING) and Xue Qian (TANK), we directed the movement of our class. Damn fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was really quite imba. Being very proud of my own cooking skill, I intended to help out in cooking, but when I went there, I saw one person preparing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - newly crowned Domestic Goddess™&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, it was simply a case of GGXX take one step back and please do not "ban men nong fu" or else I will make a fool of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, as expected the food tasted great. So great that I was sitting in a strategic position in front of the main pot, next to the fishballs, holding a pair of chopsticks and the ladle which was used for cooking. Let's just say that I ate quite alot, and leave it at that :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night time, we looked at stars, and as compared to the Singaporean sky, there was really a lot of them. Being the &lt;i&gt;serious&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;sensitive&lt;/i&gt; person I was, I just took some time to look at them and admire their beauty. Really beautiful, and on hindsight I should have taken a picture. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we wanted to sleep, Hongxiu, Zhefei and I decided that the road where everyone was sleeping on sucked for sleeping, and moved to a fantastic location:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what everyone would say about "OMG THE TOILET?! WONT IT STINK?!" When Nic Yun came in to shit -.- it did, but after that everything was super nice. We had three benches there, just nice for 3 people to fully extend their legs and sleep. Have fan, the toilet is right next to you, have comfortable bench, no insects, what else can you ask for? In fact, it was so nice that Chengwen from the other class just came in in the middle of the night and slept on the floor. Hongxiu and I were like "WTF?" but continued sleeping. All the other people in our class had stiff necks and were feeling very tired the next day due to the lack of sleep, but not us :) Hahaha feel so smart XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rope course the next day was really quite cool. Some parts were rather challenging, some parts were really very easy. Once again, my face got totally pwned by the sun, and thanks to that my nose is peeling now. Thanks to momo for climbing both the courses with me, even though he was visibly quite tired. Also thanks to the belayers Eugene and Abikang. Abikang is surprisingly good at belaying lol, could really feel the grip and the pull of her belaying. On one hand, it's good because it's safe and it helps in the climbing, but on the other hand, it hurts in some areas. Alot. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Free Cone Day together with the Pasir Ris clique + Yingying + momo after that, sorry to ODAC24 for pangseh-ing you all, but I just wanted to leave these two days for my class entirely. Queued half an hour for a cone, but it was enough because I could feel my throat screaming in agony after that. Koped Shihua's dinner of bamboo rice, which Nick Yun recommended very strongly with some rather sick descriptions. Spammed myself with herbal tea which Sabrina treated me and Nick to, and my throat felt alot better lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after that exhausted from two days of pure energy expenditure, but still can't help feeling that it should have been longer. If only there was another class camp...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-3899942379082829369?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3899942379082829369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=3899942379082829369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3899942379082829369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3899942379082829369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/class-camp.html' title='Class camp :)'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-1796072094154526580</id><published>2008-04-22T22:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:16:24.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday</title><content type='html'>Who's birthday is it today? Why was it not celebrated? It's my BLOG'S BIRTHDAY! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished interviews for ODAC Exco, frankly I think I'm not going to make it. The way Mr. Tan talked to me was giving me the impression of like:&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Ivan, you're not going to make it into Exco, but I still want you to put in your full contribution into ODAC and deal with the disappointment like as if you never ever expected yourself to get into Exco. You're not going to make Exco, but I still want to see more out of you. I'm not scolding you this time, but make any more mistakes and I will not hesitate to kick you, just like I threatened the others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or, maybe I'm just taking on a more cynical view of things here &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PI is due tomorrow, and I have to settle some nitty gritty details here and there. Thinking back, actually there's quite alot to settle. Better start now lol. I have a problem with people who introduce &lt;i&gt;footnotes&lt;/i&gt; in their PI, though. But not all of them. Those people who put footnotes so that they can explain like the function of an organisation that they want to work with to make things clearer for example, that's fine by me. What's not fine by me, is those people who put additional points for their PI in their footnotes, which frankly makes me disgusted. Rules are rules for a reason. Word limits are imposed for a reason. I believe the 500 word limit was set so that the teachers do not have to read so much bullshit and get the students to write &lt;i&gt;straight&lt;/i&gt; to the point. Now with the convenient and handy function of footnotes, we shall defeat that purpose! Hurray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really a disappointing sight because exceeding word limits was like the tradtion back in my RI days. Every assignment was not considered done unless the word limit was exceeded. Word limits were set for the sake of setting them, and I see people having 30 page reports when the word limit stipulates a maximum of around 5 pages. And no, the person who did the 30 page report in the past did not have a heck load of pictures. It was pure word spammage. What for? To ensure that he hits every single mark on the rubric. What happened to conciseness? What happened to clarity? What happened to cutting down on the bullshit? Apparently it didn't happen in RI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I move on to JC, I see 500 word limit imposed on PI, and I think, "Finally people are going to respect the word limit. Finally people will not dare to exceed for fear of their marks. Finally people are learning to be concise and &lt;i&gt;straight&lt;/i&gt; to the point." One fine day, footnotes came along and destroyed my dream like a &lt;i&gt;tank&lt;/i&gt; crushing a &lt;i&gt;banana&lt;/i&gt;. It's disappointing to see that no change has taken place. It's still the same ol' system of "spammage wins the day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very disappointing indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-1796072094154526580?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1796072094154526580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=1796072094154526580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1796072094154526580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1796072094154526580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-8021536113293034553</id><published>2008-04-20T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T13:49:35.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The past week</title><content type='html'>...has been a total killer. I've had stuff to stay back for almost every day from Monday to Saturday, and I slept a total of 4 hours on Thursday and Friday. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, rock climbing. I took my sweet sweet revenge against the walls on Thursday, which I failed to conquer on Tuesday. Thanks to Mr. Leong's wall climbing advice, because it seriously helped me cut down on my arm fatigue and balance issues during climbing, which was my reason for failure on Tuesday. With that, 1 star rock climbing is settled! Next up, 1 star kayaking, which is during Term 3. Long time to go before then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning for the selection camp has been rather tiring, and thanks to Lynette for dealing with most of the work for the food section. Planning for food is more tiring than it seems, especially when you do have to buy all the food for the entire batch after an exhausting rock climbing session. Felt abit last minute with the food, but it turned out quite okay during the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday were the ODAC selection camp days, and none of the 3 people managed to get in. There was one person who did come close, but at the end of the day, we decided not to take him because he scared some of the girls, and also because we liked the status quo alot. We all felt quite bad with regards to the way in which we chose to not select him, but at the end of the day I think its a good decision because we are good now, with or without him. Happy to see that we were quite hardcore, when I look at the concurrent floorball camp and our camp, I'm happy to say that we seemed alot more hardworking than them XD They went to jam the lift to trap people (leech and seng han), play soccer, watch rock concert during the camp (lol shihua), while we were at our various stations &lt;strike&gt;falling asleep&lt;/strike&gt; ensuring that everything we planned for the 2nd intakers went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall run for ODAC Exco, but given what Mr. Tan said to me last time, hopes do not seem high. Oh well I'll take what I can get then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PI IS FREAKING DISGUSTING. So much work for just some 500 word report, and when I did complete the report, all that happened was that it got shot down by the PW teacher who cites the lack of creativity for my action plan. Have to revamp the whole thing now, wish me good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Chem SPA next week &gt;&lt; Need to hardcore and make sure everything turns out well during the SPA, so that I can ensure I pwn in my first practical which counts in the A-Levels (ZOMG! :O) Hope I don't need luck for this. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8021536113293034553?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8021536113293034553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8021536113293034553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8021536113293034553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8021536113293034553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/past-week.html' title='The past week'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-6036299575808560829</id><published>2008-04-15T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T01:07:30.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and Gender</title><content type='html'>Constantly discussing this topic during GP lessons recently when we started on our Social Issues infopack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between gender and sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One is referring to one person while one is between two people."&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;Lessons from my sister's GP teacher&lt;/i&gt; (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random post when I'm bored with no game to play and no anime to watch :(&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of homework to do of course, but yea. You know me too well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-6036299575808560829?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6036299575808560829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=6036299575808560829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6036299575808560829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6036299575808560829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/sex-and-gender.html' title='Sex and Gender'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-7238146793841842362</id><published>2008-04-11T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:51:50.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30</title><content type='html'>I did churn out some magic. This year, for the first time ever, I scored 30 points for NAPFA, breaking quite a few personal bests along the way. Didn't really expect to get this, and I hope I can maintain this until next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing broad jump: 248 cm&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea how I did this. Usually when I trained I would be jumping around 230+, and then all of a sudden this popped out. Elated yet shocked, no idea how to describe how I felt for this first station. After I did get A for this station, it suddenly gave me some hope that I could get 30 points, and it wasn't a pipe dream after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit and Reach: 48 cm&lt;br /&gt;Every year before this I always get 47 cm. This year I finally managed to get to 48. Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chin-ups: 14&lt;br /&gt;Told myself to do 15 before that. But at least still managed to come quite close so it's okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuttle run: 9.9s&lt;br /&gt;First run get 10.3s, then start to panic. Decided to focus more on the turning, and managed to get 9.9s on the second try. Lucky me, because the A was 10.1, and it would have been sad if I didn't get it. First time A by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit-ups: 65&lt;br /&gt;My only hope for top 10 list, hoping and praying that no one else decides to chiong this station like I did. Hope... and pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! First time I managed such a feat, so of course I naturally felt damn good after that. Thanks to the people who encouraged me along - all our guy classmates - it really helped me alot. Obviously ODAC training has also helped out alot due to its HARDCORE nature, so must credit the PT as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ODAC training, I had ODAC training today after NAPFA. PT session, totally destroyed my legs because of crazy stair climbing with weights, totally destroyed my arms because of excessive arm training (pushups, supported dips etc.), and destroyed my tailbone because of excessive V-snaps (or jack-knife, whatever). In essence, I am ruined lol. Oh well, hope the weekend helps for recovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-7238146793841842362?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7238146793841842362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=7238146793841842362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7238146793841842362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7238146793841842362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/30.html' title='30'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-8627129212837975684</id><published>2008-04-10T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:11:57.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/2403359818/" title="Chem Mock SPA 1 (edited) by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2403359818_c45f9fa894.jpg" width="500" height="458" alt="Chem Mock SPA 1 (edited)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever seen a person get 40 cm&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; for a titration in which the answer was supposed to be around 23cm&lt;sup&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;? I present to you, my Chemistry Mock SPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now I still do not know what I did wrong during the practical, but it has to be a hell of a mistake to cause that big of a discrepancy. My practical has skillz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW groups got released, everyone was getting anxious as they were being released. I was hugging Nick Yun's arm because I myself was damn scared. But I got a nice group: Timothy, Yuwen and Ruiting. The only 4-person group in my class, but I am so so glad that I got this group over others, for reasons that I'm sure everyone knows of. PW seems like a whole different ball game as compared to RE back in RI, so I must really work damn well with my group members to excel at the project we choose to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was 2.4km run for NAPFA, and I got A for the first time ever since I started taking NAPFA in primary school. Very happy with myself definitely, getting a PB of 10:10, but my legs are partially dead, and I still have 5 stations left tomorrow to do. Shuttle run and Standing Broad Jump, here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what magic I can churn out tomorrow then. &lt;b&gt;Hardcore&lt;/b&gt; time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8627129212837975684?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8627129212837975684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8627129212837975684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8627129212837975684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8627129212837975684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/eventful-days.html' title='Eventful days'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2403359818_c45f9fa894_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-5779284363852007931</id><published>2008-04-06T18:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:41:29.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Class CIP</title><content type='html'>Today was class CIP, and out of the 19 people who were supposed to turn up (it was 20 at first but Jon Neo ponned with a "valid" reason), 17 people did. And so I am quite happy. Now everything goes downhill from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large group of us were supposed to turn up at J8 at 7 am in case we needed to eat, and to allow for time to walk there etc. Only Zhefei, Abi Kang, Shihua and I managed to turn up on time. The rest turned up late (around 7.20) and still went to eat. *cough*Christian*cough* This made us leave J8 at around 7.35, and we were supposed to&lt;br /&gt;meet at the meeting place at Bishan Park 1 at 7.45 am. I was thinking, "Oh well if we get the correct bus things will be fine in the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How wrong I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhefei led us to Bishan Park with bus, sure, but it was Bishan Park 2. It was at the other side of Bishan Park, and Bishan Park is god-knows-how-big. So we decided to walk along the road until we finally managed to get the correct place. We knew it was going to be super long, but we went on anyway, hoping for some miracle to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;For once&lt;/b&gt;, Nic Yun was the miracle. His mother was driving a car, and all eight of us (excluding Nic Yun) squeezed into that one single car, with me and Christian in the boot, which was squeezy like crazy. After getting directions from Yuwen, we managed to get to the location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping into the place, we realized one thing - mud. But being a member of ODAC, this wasn't much of a problem for me as for anyone else. Vionna and Sabrina were wiping their shoes with tissue and I was like O_o what's the point lol. But oh well, whatever makes you happy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian and I got together and were in charge of this old man in a wheelchair. We were with the old man for the taichi session (which we were very apprehensive about - Christian said he would whack somebody up if he was asked to do taichi because it looks freaking retarded. "Gosh.") After wheeling the old man to the starting point we could not stand next to the wheelchairs and our appointed old man because it was too crowded, so we stepped aside. When the horn sounded, the inevitable happened. Our old man got "stolen" away by some random adult, and Christian and I were like "WTF IS GOING ON?!" (Actually Christian didn't really mind XD) Only after consulting with the rest of my classmates did we realize that everyone shared the same fate - everyone's old man/old woman - was stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meaningless walk, which we simply talked cock for, we left during the health screening because nothing else required our participation and services. Zhefei was quite uptight and adamant that the event was quite a failure XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to AMK Hub, we ate and then tried to decide where to move after that. Typical of our class, no decision could be made at all -.- Most of our class left, and the remainder (Eugene, Nic Yun, Yuwen, Abi Kang and I) went to TCC at City Hall to chill out. Talked a whole lot of crap (Abi Kang left halfway), mostly very sexual topics due to the presence of Nic Yun, me and Eugene LOL. Can't help it I guess XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were waiting for the MRT to arrive, there was this crazy woman who kept shouting at this couple. She said stuff like "ONLY I HAVE THE RIGHT TO ENTER THROUGH THIS DOOR!" Nic Yun and I thought she was funny, so we entered through the same door, together with a group of people. On the train she also argued with this woman who had a kid along with her lol. When she left the train, one whole bunch of people cheered LOL. Laughed like crazy then XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time there's no decision as to where to go, I'm simply going to chill out somewhere. Quite nice just talking to people and relaxing. With Nic Yun, Eugene and I, things are never going to be boring anyway, so it was a fun experience. To the people who left: You guys should have stayed :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5779284363852007931?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5779284363852007931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5779284363852007931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5779284363852007931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5779284363852007931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/class-cip.html' title='Class CIP'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-5631238889061023935</id><published>2008-03-29T12:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:57:35.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day Maomao died.</title><content type='html'>In case any of you were wondering, Maomao is my family hamster. It lived to a ripe old age of around 3 years, and it quickly became something all of us liked to look at together. The times it ran on the treadmill, the times it slept, the times it ate... we looked at it do all those and laughed whenever it did something funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It died peacefully while it was sleeping, and went into its little house for its final rest. It hardly slept in its house, but probably knowing its impending death, and trying to make things easier for us, it still went there to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While those times are gone, it still remains a part of us. Thank you for being with us for 3 years, Maomao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember saying something about posting up the pictures of my hamster but I never got around to doing it. I guess now is an appropriate time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1311280520/" title="Image042 by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1164/1311280520_ee98009266.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1311277540/" title="Image038 by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1114/1311277540_f38a504af3.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image038" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1310393151/" title="Image001 by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1091/1310393151_482f10d078.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image001" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1310392609/" title="Image000 by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1389/1310392609_e61c26d005.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image000" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In loving memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5631238889061023935?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5631238889061023935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5631238889061023935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5631238889061023935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5631238889061023935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-maomao-died.html' title='The day Maomao died.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1164/1311280520_ee98009266_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-7756320383475447406</id><published>2008-03-26T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T23:50:53.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treetop Walk - Bukit Timah Hill Trek</title><content type='html'>March 26, 2008. This is a day when my legs and ass hurt like no other because of the training that we had for ODAC. Here's the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had initially planned to do some hardcore PT today, because we had FOUR HOURS to spare, which means some crazy lot of things we can do like static exercises, running etc. But no, things do not always go as planned, because there is always ANOTHER PLAN waiting to destroy yours. Yes, Mr. Tan had different plans, and we embarked on a journey to walk for a total of 4 insane hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I noticed that Singapore had so much flora and fauna that I simply pass by and not take notice of. Only today thanks to Dr. Loo and Mr. Nah did I realize that there was actually such a diverse range of trees and flowers right here in Singapore. Usually when I walk around such places, for me its like, "Oh that's a tree. And that's another tree. And another..." However, today I was able to note some distinguishing features of trees which I never noticed before, that can help me differentiate what used to be Tree No. 1 and Tree No. 2 to their proper names. But back to the nonsense then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked to the Treetop Walk at Macritchie, which sort of reminded me about the similar experience I had with my batchmates during Sec 2 Malaysian Montage, which was an unforgettable experience. Only that this time, it was 472938473294 times more stable than the Malaysian one. Quality issues, I guess. Either that, or they probably thought that leaving their bridge so loosely supported added on to the "authentic" feel, without actually thinking that people could actually fall off. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we actually had enough time to really look around and soak in our surroundings. By the time we reached Bukit Timah hill, the sound of cicadas became so loud it was basically the only thing that we could hear. Apparently, these cicadas only have a few days to weeks to live when they emerge from the ground after living around 12 years underground, and those are actually desperate mating calls before they die. Funny how we were burning cicadas during our March Expedition like as if they were leeches. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking up the steps towards the summit, I can really see the difference between the treks in Singapore and Malaysia. In Singapore, there are steps created to help you go up the hill, whereas in Malaysia it's all mud and natural steps. The experience is simply different when it is really &lt;i&gt;natural&lt;/i&gt; instead of one which is created for you, even if it is just something minor like steps. We reached the summit, and everyone was simply like "WTF?!" because it just came so quickly -.- Sadly speaking, it is the highest hill in Singapore, but yet it didn't really present much of a challenge in conquering it. (maybe because of the man-made steps?) In fact, we went up and down the summit path a total of three times because it simply was no kick lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, afterwards our legs simply burnt, so I basically couldn't really walk properly. Now, I'm still feeling the soreness, which probably won't subside by tomorrow. Tomorrow got PE, and that simply spells two letters. GG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sarcasm]Being such a fortunate person to live in Bedok, the ride home from Bukit Timah courtesy of bus 66, was &lt;b&gt;excellent&lt;/b&gt;.[/sarcasm]&lt;br /&gt;I joyfully hopped onto the bus while bidding farewell to my friends at the bus stop in Bukit Timah. One and a half hours later, I painfully hopped off the bus while bidding farewell to the sense of touch at my posterior region. My butt effectively went numb for the next half an hour before improving slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learnt: Long bus rides can be very scary. Be careful. It is advised to keep shifting your sitting position, or else numbness is inevitable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-7756320383475447406?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7756320383475447406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=7756320383475447406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7756320383475447406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7756320383475447406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/treetop-walk-bukit-timah-hill-trek.html' title='Treetop Walk - Bukit Timah Hill Trek'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-5550398622473379712</id><published>2008-03-23T02:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T02:33:48.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SUPREMELY SEXY PPLZ OF S07A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/2351972007/" title="TEHPPLZOF7A by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3237/2351972007_15d38e374a.jpg" width="500" height="406" alt="TEHPPLZOF7A" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One late Saturday night spent between Nic Yun and I, and the results prove to be extremely fruitful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the above is drawn on the MSN drawing tool, and all done with MOUSE only (no tablet PC pens).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the people there, I drew Timo, Jon Neo, Abiho, Christian, Samantha (spot her), Yiksin, Zhefei, Shihua in pissed state, Ewen, Ying Ying (Nic Yun added the man), Yuwen, and Shihua in normal state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn proud of the proper drawings I think I did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment if you want on the class Yahoo groups (it's posted there as well), or on the tagboard about the SUPREMELY SEXY PPLZ OF S07A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If I offended anyone with these drawings (I think I offended Abiho and Yiks), sorry &gt;&lt; All in the name of fun kay? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5550398622473379712?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5550398622473379712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5550398622473379712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5550398622473379712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5550398622473379712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/supremely-sexy-pplz-of-s07a.html' title='THE SUPREMELY SEXY PPLZ OF S07A'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3237/2351972007_15d38e374a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-2188909283422310528</id><published>2008-03-19T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T21:59:03.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky of Love</title><content type='html'>Yesterday after Chemistry practical (which I totally did not know how to do by myself), I went to watch this show with Zhefei, Vionna and Sabrina. After missing out on Leap Years (no one to watch with anymore since everyone watch already), I decided to go see just how tear-jerkish such shows can be. Believe me, I have never watched a tear-jerking movie before since I always watch movies with my friends and it all turns out to be big hits such as Pirates of the Carribean or Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the movie without the 1.5L Coke Zero which I expertly carried in my hand and then got caught for, we went to watch the movie, which I kind of expected to be quite a nice show. Oh yea, spoilers ahead, with plenty of biased comments to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 15 to 30 minutes, there was sex -.- And that's on the very first date between the male and female leads. Even though I am tempted to believe that this can actually be happening in Japan, you just have to stare in disbelief when you see this kind of shit happening -.- Oh yes, and I forgot. They were SIXTEEN years old. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah drone drone drone I got really bored after the first hour. They just showed how the girl got raped, how the guy beat up the culprits, how they had sex in the SCHOOL LIBRARY (WTF), how the girl got pregnant lalala. In fact, this was probably the movie I yawned the most in. Zhefei and I started planning what to do in school the next day, and planning dota that night. In fact, I yawned so much that tears came to my eyes. If this was their idea of tear-jerker, congratulations it worked o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes the climax. It's like most Japanese shows out there, pushing ALL the emo bits altogether just so that the sudden "shock" will cause you to feel touched and cry. Of course, for the incredibly bored brain of mine, I was already figuring out what was going to happen later in the movie, together with Zhefei. The male and female lead broke up, the female lead found second love even after saying she will not fall in love again, gets engaged to the man who treats her so nicely, and after a few minutes drops the ring after finding out the male lead has got cancer and tries to visit him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man who gave the female lead her second love, was truly the only character I sympathize within the entire movie. He was such a nice, gentle person, looking out for the female lead all the time, always putting her first. He even helped to patch her broken family together again. And yet he gets thrown aside for a dying man. Why is this so? Why is the world so unfair? There is only one answer -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was no passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He lost out to the outgoing male lead simply because their relationship lacked the passion that the first one had. I always here from people, "It's good to be a nice person." After watching this show, I'm quite convinced that being nice just does not cut it. After being with the girl and helping the girl to adjust back to her normal lifestyle after the shock of a sudden breakup (due to the cancer) for a whole span of 2 years, he simply gets thrown aside and never mentioned again. I simply feel sad for that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part when the second man got dumped... that was the only part which I even came close to tearing. The rest was just so predictable, but yet I saw people crying all around me. Maybe my tear glands kind of dried up already, I don't know haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the movie, I was sad. Partially because of the sad ending, but mostly sad for the poor wallet of mine :( I probably need to read reviews and stuff before deciding to watch a movie next time XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and do you remember me mentioning a 1.5L Coke Zero? Zhefei and I redeemed it, and downed all its contents within a span of 2-3 minutes. Our stomachs got owned for awhile, with the bloating and burning sensations. After burping all the gas out (which was probably what 70% of the drink is made up of), we felt much better. But it's definitely a lesson learnt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;DO NOT SPAM COKE LIKE ITS WATER. IT'S SUICIDE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In essence, I feel the starting of the movie ruined it all because it was simply too boring. If it was able to grab my attention from the start (no not with sex, it's not going to work, unless Nick Yun is around), I probably would have enjoyed the movie. But typical plot, typical characters, typical acting in the end kind of ruined it for me. But I see the potential in such shows though. Probably will go watch more of this genre of movies just to see what they can throw at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, make me cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-2188909283422310528?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2188909283422310528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=2188909283422310528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2188909283422310528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2188909283422310528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/sky-of-love.html' title='Sky of Love'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-5745188495840457433</id><published>2008-03-16T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:24:09.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The specs</title><content type='html'>I forgot to mention that I broke my specs during the expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was sleeping with my specs on (due to extreme laziness to remove them and put them in the casing), my specs got bent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore the smart little Ivan decided to try bending in back to original, as what he always does. While in the process of bending, *CRACK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oops, GG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is the extremely entertaining story about me breaking my specs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you will probably see me without specs for a few days (like during Orientation, when I tried going through it without specs), until I repair my frame. And yes, I can see, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5745188495840457433?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5745188495840457433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5745188495840457433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5745188495840457433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5745188495840457433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/specs.html' title='The specs'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-6037910799511823327</id><published>2008-03-15T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:49:51.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The plans which were changed.</title><content type='html'>Originally, our group was supposed to cross several rivers around Endau Rompin and hike like crazy to get to our destination - Buaya Sangkut, which is apparently a beautiful waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you all probably know, it rained in Singapore for the past few days which we were away on expedition, and any rain in Singapore is multiplied by 34765435436 times over there in Endau Rompin, and so it POURED down on us almost endlessly. Probably around 3/4 of the time we spent was in the rain, and the river swelled and flooded the banks. The currents also grew too strong for us to cross the river, and so we had to change our plans and go and &lt;b&gt;hardcore&lt;/b&gt; some hill/mountain thingy which was 467m high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained while we were climbing the hill, and it became a wet and muddy trip, and when we reached the top, we were treated to a &lt;b&gt;truly excellent&lt;/b&gt; view of the nearby mountains and the clouds beneath us. &lt;b&gt;Nothing less.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The descent was rather horrifying because there were blood-curdling screams from both the front and the back because everyone was slipping down the slopes, which frankly speaking was really quite slippery. The teachers were totally owning us, with Mr. Tan going to the front and sitting down to wait for people while imitating the bird chirps with whistling -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, how can I leave out the inevitable leeches? With such &lt;b&gt;hardcore&lt;/b&gt; rainfall, the area which leeches covered spread to EVERYWHERE, so people were literally looking down at their feet where they walked just so they could avoid leeches. I think the most frequent word used in this expedition is probably "leech(es)," with people talking about leech prevention ever so often. Some people simply could not walk when there's a leech on their body, so I was just standing there like "wtf -.-" in the midst of the screaming and exclamations of "AAHHHHH! It's damn pain!" Luckily the guys were not so freaked out, but rather found fun in exterminating (mostly burning) leeches which were either found on the ground or removed from our bodies. We discovered several techniques such as "barbeque, flamethrower and 3M-ing" the leech, which have proven extremely &lt;b&gt;excellent&lt;/b&gt; for use, &lt;b&gt;nothing less.&lt;/b&gt; Beware leech. &gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bitten twice (I suspect). One was probably when the leech sucked on a wound which I had gotten previously during floor hockey with Special Olympics. I think the leech chose to suck there because the "infrastructure" for bloodsucking is there already, so might as well shunbian just crawl up abit more and suck until shiok. The other one was close to my left ankle by a small leech which I flicked off. After that I faster go chiong the river which we were dipping at to wash the wound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit of information: There were no leeches at the part of the river where there was a rather strong current, so it's relatively safe to stand there, provided you don't get swept away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clothes, shoes and bag are totally in a state of gross-ness now, and strangely the mud smells like cuttlefish LOL. I didn't even dare to pick up my shoes after the hike because it was too muddy and disgusting &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone really opened up over the course of this expedition, especially the guys, which is &lt;b&gt;truly excellent&lt;/b&gt; in my opinion. &lt;b&gt;"It's time to HARDCORE."&lt;/b&gt; We will be going for our next expedition in June, and we will definitely be more prepared than ever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in latest news, I can go for my church class outing! Yay! Finally get to meet old friends whom I miss so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think the ODAC people know why I bolded those particular phrases and words within the blogpost very well :) Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-6037910799511823327?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6037910799511823327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=6037910799511823327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6037910799511823327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6037910799511823327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/plans-which-were-changed.html' title='The plans which were changed.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-8819185106051901639</id><published>2008-03-11T17:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:57:34.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first expedition</title><content type='html'>As it is, it is mere hours before I leave my house to go to school to prepare for the expedition to Endau Rompin (some river in Malaysia) which begins at such a perfect time - 3 am - which is why we decided to sleep in school in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first real expedition we are having as a batch of ODAC 24, as BTC (Basic Training Camp) was as its name suggests, just a camp in the friendly region of Pulau Ubin. Now we are going to Malaysia! Not really very far away, but still it counts as an overseas trip, and most of all, an expedition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely be expecting to get leech bites (no not you leech -.- the real leech), and people around me are desperately trying to find ways to leech-proof themselves, such as by wearing track pants the whole time, or by trying to find some anti-leech spray. I think it's all just a part of the experience, and it'll most definitely be funny to see girls (or guys!) squealing when they find out a leech has latched onto them. Haha we shall see what happens during the expedition then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time of 6 pm, I have not started to pack yet, and I am supposed to report at school at 8 pm. Procrastination is for the win (Y). And my Throne of Procrastination is none other than my computer chair which I am sitting on now. I think I shall start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to recruit 20 classmates to go for our class-adopted CIP, which is the walk with senior citizens at Bishan Park. Quite proud of myself for managing to get so many people to sign up :) And of course, thank you to the people who did (09S07A classmates).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I missed my OG gathering on Monday, which consisted of pool, Crystal Jade and Coffee Bean &gt;:( My parents said I've been going out too much recently, and are determined to keep me caged at home like a bird. "You can't please everyone," they said. Bullshit. I can, and I will whenever it's possible kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Eugene for having made it into canoeing (which is your one largest dream to enter as a CCA), and I hope you have a great time there. In time to come, I shall see you kicking my ass in chinups and 2.4 km run like as if it is a daily walk in the park. I'll be waiting for that day o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I will be back on Saturday, hoping and praying that I will be able to go for my church class gathering. The only obstacle left in the way is of course my parents, so I shall try to put my persuasive skills to good use here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me too much people. *sniff*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8819185106051901639?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8819185106051901639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8819185106051901639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8819185106051901639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8819185106051901639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-expedition.html' title='The first expedition'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-8862883259055197057</id><published>2008-02-29T23:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:59:40.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The knight who/which freaks everyone out</title><content type='html'>Let's face it. I love my class. 09S07A has been fantastic all the way so far. There's small cliques here and there - The Pimp Order, the Cedars (Shihua is also a Cedar), the Passive Muggers... and stuff like that, but everyone is cool with each other, and everyone interacts with each other, so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! There is always a but. A happy fairy tale classroom setting is not to be. Much like 4C had Hoang The The Gia, or 4I had Ryan Chan back in the old days of RI, 09S07A does have its black sheep as well. And its startlingly obvious who it is. (For those who do not know, please kindly fill up the form for entry into the Passive Muggers group. In fact, I think even they know as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nice cosy class conversation we had on the fateful night of Thursday 28th February 2008, the class was BEMOANING (GP vocabulary word hint hint) the presence of this person and were discussing about her eccentricities. Not to come as a surprise, I was definitely one of the most active speakers back there. And not to come as a surprise either, a lot of expletives came out as a result of the many attempted descriptions of the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time when one has to be tactful:&lt;br /&gt;1) Such as when you are noticing you are the only one laughing at the Econs teacher's attempted "jokes" and everyone is sitting there stone-faced, it is better if you stop, look around you, and come to the conclusion that you should stop laughing rather than make yourself stand out from the crowd even further than you already are (not in a good way, most definitely).&lt;br /&gt;2) Being the only person in class to laugh at her own quote of John Steward Mill isn't exactly the coolest thing in the world as well, so maybe she would have been better off not adding on to the embarrassment by laughing like as if she was the only person in class.&lt;br /&gt;3) Touching/ruffling/patting/hugging/coming into contact with random people in the class is not really welcomed by said random people, and should MOST DEFINITELY NOT BE REPEATED AGAIN. This is obviously the one section which I feel the strongest about, as accentuated by the caps, and for various reasons my classmates know about. *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, we must look at the other point of view as well. As a classmate pointed out, one of the reasons why our class gets along well with her is because of a common hatred, a common enemy, a common view of her. In this way, it unites the class &lt;i&gt;against&lt;/i&gt; her, which, even though it seems funny, actually does make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I still feel totally freaked out by her. People say stuff like "You're damn mean" or "Time will help you get used to her". I don't think I'm being mean. Even if I'm mean, I'm happy to announce that at least I'm no hypocrite.  I'm simply expressing what everyone feels deep down inside, be it the Pimp Order or the Passive Muggers. I'm a type of person who shows what he feels, be it happiness, sadness, anger, or confusion. In this case, I am most definitely feeling disgust. Also, the reality is that it's been two months and a whole span of 9 weeks. If I can't get used to her in a timeframe of 9 weeks, I can't really see how long it would take for me to get used to her, if I would at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I offended anyone with this post, but it's just how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;This is not intended for flaming, but its more of an output for the venting of this feeling of disgust which I have. &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, if I am asked whether I hate her or not, my answer would still be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ya la."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8862883259055197057?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8862883259055197057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8862883259055197057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8862883259055197057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8862883259055197057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/knight-whowhich-freaks-everyone-out.html' title='The knight who/which freaks everyone out'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-9177690422909321663</id><published>2008-02-14T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T20:21:33.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The uncelebrated day.</title><content type='html'>Today, as I walked towards the field after school, I half-expected to see it bustling with activity, with CCA trainings, with people running around the track, with people sitting at the spectator gallery resting from some tough PT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metaphorically speaking of course. But then it was really empty, with the exception of maybe one or two people doing some extra training or kicking a ball around, in comparison to the usual fully-utilised track and field. CCA trainings, which I expected to be held at around after-school times, were not held. And then I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the special day in which we celebrate love, and we see flowers, chocolates, soft toys, and many other gifts and presents being exchanged throughout the entire day. Hugs are of course a part of the package, as I see people hugging here and there throughout the course of this day. Why the sudden change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in RI, Valentine's Day was just 14th February, yet another monotonous day of school, and as someone mentioned on his MSN nick: "14th February used to just be a person's birthday." We said, "Hey! Happy Valentine's Day!" But we knew that we never really put any effort into making the day a big occasion, or burn our pockets to provide some sweet delights for others' tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it girl culture influencing the school? Peer pressure is indeed a strong tool. With guys buying stuff for girls here and there, and girls preparing stuff for guys and other girls here and there, we are all of course pressured to do something for the other people, and give people something which we have never really given before. For me, this day is nothing special. I'm not really proud to say this, but I never did prepare anything for anyone for this day (even though peer pressure did tell me I should), and so of course I never did expect to get anything. Thanks to the people who did give me some snacks, which was really useful during Geography class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fact remains. Everyone has an important occasion which they do not celebrate, be it their birthday or Christmas. For me, it is Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why people decide to designate this day as Valentine's Day, I do not know. &lt;br /&gt;Why people bother to work so hard to prepare for this day, I do not know. &lt;br /&gt;What I do know, however, is that the introduction of girls in our lives, which affected the majority of the male population in the school, is a very very strong tool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-9177690422909321663?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9177690422909321663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=9177690422909321663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/9177690422909321663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/9177690422909321663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/02/uncelebrated-day.html' title='The uncelebrated day.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-1256005459593526701</id><published>2008-01-31T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T22:22:22.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PE - The Differences</title><content type='html'>I just realised that there are actually drastic differences in the PE programmes of RI and RJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RJC is based alot more on fitness, with the first few weeks of PE being based on almost entirely running; whereas in RI, we had modules for a particular sport in a particular term.&lt;br /&gt;I heard good news that the modules in RJC are actually fun when they come in the future, so I'm hoping that the modules come sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, PE periods are met with dread and cries of "OH SHIT ITS PE NOW!!11!eleven!" because of the NAPFA trials and running sessions. In RI, it was more like "YES ITS PE!!!" when the bell rings and happily rushing off from the boring and monotonous lessons. In other words, it was a lesson the people actually &lt;i&gt;looked forward&lt;/i&gt; to, instead of a lesson which makes us all walk like old men later (especially when walking up/down &lt;i&gt;stairs&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of NAPFA, today we did 3 out of the 6 stations, which were said to be the "killer" stations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;u&gt;2.4 km walk/run&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to announce that I have improved by a shitload thanks to Vincent's tactics and some personal determination to really chiong like a mad dog. Even when I was indeed chionging like a mad dog according to my personal standards, I could still hear Nic Yun who was pacing me from behind muttering a "Wa shit damn slow." He decided to overtake me in the 2nd lap :(&lt;br /&gt;But of course I'm still very happy with my improvement :) 11.13 now! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;u&gt;Chinups&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do 4 standard chinups and then drop. Nothing special here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;u&gt;Standing Broad Jump&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deproved by 12 cm in this station, probably because of 2.4 km run, and probably because I forgot to apply some techniques like aiming far. Now it's at 229 cm which unfortunately missed the "C" grade by 1 cm. This is unacceptable, so I jumped again unofficially and hit 238 cm. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the bottomline is that the modules better come quick so that the mood and attitude towards PE will change to "YAY ITS PE!!!" once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-1256005459593526701?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1256005459593526701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=1256005459593526701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1256005459593526701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1256005459593526701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/pe-differences.html' title='PE - The Differences'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-7037671984192843268</id><published>2008-01-30T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:20:14.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate</title><content type='html'>I have a fate with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "something" is nothing related to love for a person, contrary to how the word "fate" is usually used.&lt;br /&gt;This "something" is related to my love for exposed hot objects, which I somehow find irresistable to touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "fate" that I have... is a fate with blisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new blister popped out, this time on my right index finger, because I touched the exposed hot plate meant for the heating up of chemical solutions during my chemistry practical this week. Strangely enough, it looked so harmless and meek before I touched it, to the point of me thinking that it was at first a &lt;i&gt;weighing scale&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only after touching the &lt;i&gt;weighing scale&lt;/i&gt; did I bother to study the switches and the knobs of the device, and only after repeatedly trying to cool down my finger with water did I realise that:&lt;br /&gt;1) This device is actually a hot plate&lt;br /&gt;2) It was turned on and sizzling at the temperature of 200 degrees Celsius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well it's still a lesson learnt at the end of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't touch anything before having a good look at it and assuring that it's safe to touch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-7037671984192843268?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7037671984192843268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=7037671984192843268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7037671984192843268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7037671984192843268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/fate.html' title='Fate'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-6284928597775252006</id><published>2008-01-22T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:29:36.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blister(s) :(</title><content type='html'>I got 4 searing blisters on my feet because I played soccer on the tarmac barefoot while under the nice hot afternoon sun :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now cannot walk properly... so sad :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get robbed I cannot chase the robber&lt;br /&gt;If got car going to crash towards me, cannot run away&lt;br /&gt;If I want to go for PE, cannot run properly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noes :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-6284928597775252006?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6284928597775252006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=6284928597775252006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6284928597775252006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6284928597775252006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/blisters.html' title='Blister(s) :('/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-8949961723445398374</id><published>2008-01-08T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T21:21:53.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T'sparanza 2008</title><content type='html'>THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING AT 7-ELEVEN! THANK YOU *CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU *CLAPCLAPCLAP* THANK YOU *CLAPCLAPCLAP* PLEASE COME AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days are sadly over... but this is also only the start of the wonderful OG which is MT12. The real test of whether we can maintain our relationships and bonds forged over the 4 days which is T'sparanza 2008 will begin now, and we can only see whether our OG is really the close-knitted family I think it is in the weeks, or even months to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't really know what to say to each and every one of you in my OG, because as you know it's not really easy for guys to just express our emotions vocally or on a piece of paper. I just wanted to let EVERYONE of you know that I appreciate your presence in MT12, and that each and every one of you is someone special to me. Even if I did not talk to you much in the Orientation period, I am sure that will not be the end of the blossoming of our friendship, and we will continue to become even greater friends as the days progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember I started out thinking that my OG looked pathetic, especially when I looked at our flag &lt;strike&gt;and the girls&lt;/strike&gt; but as time went by, I learnt to appreciate everyone in the OG for who they are, and learnt to enjoy the process of bonding together as a group. To me, my OG is not simply a group of people who knew each other for a few days, but you are &lt;i&gt;family &lt;/i&gt; to me, and I wanted you people to know that, even if it sounds mushy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of my friends from another school said: "You seem to know the people in your OG very well, but when you look back at the time spent, it's only been a few days." This is really true, and I hope that these friendships will continue and last for not just the few days, but extend to weeks, months and in the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe we will drift apart...&lt;br /&gt;But promise you my friend, left you a space in my heart...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8949961723445398374?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8949961723445398374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8949961723445398374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8949961723445398374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8949961723445398374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/tsparanza-2008.html' title='T&apos;sparanza 2008'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-2279911003179319542</id><published>2007-12-31T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:20:18.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year's!... Eve.</title><content type='html'>31st December is always a special day to &lt;strike&gt;go out with your friends and family&lt;/strike&gt; stay at home, relax and enjoy the last day of the year before moving on to the new year ahead. And of course, I am no exception. In fact, I have been staying at home, relaxing, and enjoying the holidays pretty much almost everyday of the holiday period, so I of course have to say that I will definitely miss the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown cum class gathering is cancelled due to Shawn's (main organizer) inability to attend, and although it is a pity, I am lazy to organize a class gathering anyway. Besides, some people *ahem* are also counting down with their *ahem* loved ones, so it would be umm... a... hindrance to them if I do go ahead and organize the gathering. &lt;strike&gt;Of course the main point is that I am lazy.&lt;/strike&gt; And of course, we are not blaming you Shawn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one of the lamest OG names ever, and even the OGL was laughing as she introduced the name to me over the phone. The name is: "Thank you for shopping at 7-Eleven." WTF?! And of course the OGL sounded super enthusiastic, and upon asking more people about the way the OGLs sounded, it does seem like they are pretty much ALL enthusiastic, so I think it bodes bad news for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other lame OG names (which is pretty much every name):&lt;br /&gt;Transformers: Reminds me of the fat GEP guy who presented his oral defence with Cheeyang and me, and it was so bloody hilarious how stupid he looked as he was presenting. Not the mention the damn loud "TRANSFORMERS, ROBOTS IN DISGUISE" sound played at the end of his presentation. And of course, it's a lame name.&lt;br /&gt;True Love Kiss: Go away you bloody emo Korean soap drama watcher. Disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres what Gene said of my OG name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buffet says:&lt;br /&gt;but urs is WIN&lt;br /&gt;FEED THE WORLD™ feeedtheworld.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Buffet says:&lt;br /&gt;srsly&lt;br /&gt;Buffet says:&lt;br /&gt;cannot beat&lt;br /&gt;Buffet says:&lt;br /&gt;our og the name is t3h HAX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. LOL. Here's some randomness to end my post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ebonic word of the day: Omelette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I should pop yo' ass for what you just did, but omelette this one slide."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-2279911003179319542?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2279911003179319542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=2279911003179319542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2279911003179319542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2279911003179319542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-years-eve.html' title='Happy New Year&apos;s!... Eve.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-3208616945246636428</id><published>2007-12-27T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T14:16:43.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year approaches...</title><content type='html'>And so, with it being 27th December, all that remains is just a few days (less than a week! OMG!) before school reopens. This is a period of transition, and it's something that you don't really know very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I expect? Fun? Dread? Anger? I seriously do not know what the new year is going to be like, considering that it's a new milestone in my life as I head into RJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, even though this is a little embarrassing to say, I have led the past 10 years of my education in boy schools. This is a period where this is set to change, and I again do not know what to expect. It's not that I do not know any girls, but it's just different in a sense. Not really excited about this prospect, as the image of RGS girls bored into my brain isn't exactly flattering, but it's still something new I will have to get used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the more serious stuff. Does anyone know where you're supposed to go, or what you're supposed to bring or wear on the first day of school? Because honestly, I have no idea what I'm supposed to do. RJC is so damn huge, there can be a million places to report to, and I'm also not exactly familiar with the layout of RJC (unless you tell me to meet at the canteen... I'm very confident I know the way there), so there's a tad bit of confusion here. Anyone with any idea of anything, please inform me. Gladly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, some news. There will be a countdown gathering for the 4A peeps on 31st December, and the location is currently unknown (will have to confirm later). Whether I can go or not is still a mystery, but I'm somewhat confident that I will be able to go. Tell me or Shawn if you are interested, and we will see what we can do. Your presence is appreciated, and do bring along close friends or girlfriends if you want (do note that this is a jibe at Jon Gan), and hopefully enough people will go so that we can have some fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite free over the next few days as well, so if there's anything you want to call me out for, please tell me one day in advance, and I'll see if I can go out. That's it peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-3208616945246636428?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3208616945246636428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=3208616945246636428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3208616945246636428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3208616945246636428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-approaches.html' title='The New Year approaches...'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-3176433118216778270</id><published>2007-12-25T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T21:17:26.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was gone... and I am back.</title><content type='html'>And so, I came back from my second holiday trip overseas - Malaysia. Having been to Thailand, the stuff in Malaysia seem abit more expensive, but still affordable. Some things I see in Malaysia recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see people in Singapore walking around in black stockings, frilled black skirts, black and white striped shirts, messy hair etc etc? Yes, that is the world of emo, which I find severely warped and disturbing. You probably see a few in Singapore, but when you go to KL for example, multiply that by a few hundred and that's the emo population over there. There are even shops DEDICATED to the SOLE PURPOSE of serving the emo population. How did I know? I see a shop full of all that lacey bullshit, and I saw a large sign "MEMBERS ONLY". I was like: "WTF THEY HAVE MEMBERS?!" And then I saw the people in the shop looking at the things that they call clothes, and I realised that yea they indeed do have customers -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the shop was bloody funny. There were two shops next to each other, and the shop design was CAGES for one and COBWEBS for the other, and the entrance was CHAINED, of course with the big "MEMBERS ONLY" sign there. I actually wanted to take a photo to show you all, but I'm scared they will come out to slash MY wrist. From what I hear, they slash their own wrists only, but I'm taking no chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopkeeper also looks like a crazy bastard. He bleached his hair totally and made it into some lion mane. Then I started imagining the job interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: "Are you emo?"&lt;br /&gt;Interviewee: *stares at the floor in cold stony silence* &lt;br /&gt;*10 minutes pass*&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: "You're hired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Chinatown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In KL, Chinatown isn't really Chinatown anymore. Not if you look at the vast population of other races there. A few years ago, mostly Chinese people tended the stalls there and sold the variety of goods there like watches, shirts etc. When I went back this time, the Chinese seem to have been taken over by Indians. Now stop to think. Of all people to run the business in Chinatown, why the hell would they pick Indians to run the stalls? Doesn't it defeat the purpose of the name Chinatown? Weird people -.- Also, we see a bunch of ang mohs around Chinatown, and it's funny to see the storekeepers constantly tout the ang mohs and leaving us alone simply because we look like locals. And then, they have these fancy restaurants which all the ang mohs go to, with yellow or red table cloths and constant touting, and the only staple food that they ever order is FRIED RICE. All of them order FRIED RICE, while the rest of us are eating at the best roadside stalls. And they get very fascinated when they see the hotplate sizzling, like they have never seen it before (which may possibly be true). Seriously funny to observe the ang mohs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Chiobus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing Thailand and Malaysia, Thailand has more chiobus, and also more ugly people. So it's like Malaysia has a smaller range, while Thailand has a bigger range.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I shall conclude this post by saying MERRY CHRISTMAS to all. Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-3176433118216778270?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3176433118216778270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=3176433118216778270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3176433118216778270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3176433118216778270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-was-gone-and-i-am-back.html' title='I was gone... and I am back.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-3150420294048538159</id><published>2007-12-20T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T02:30:18.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thailand - The Praises &amp; The Gripes</title><content type='html'>I came back from Thailand a few days ago, and altogether it was a pleasant experience being able to spend some time in another country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not like "OMFG I WENT TO THIS COUNTRY FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE @#@&amp;*#&amp;@*~", but I was happy enough to say I enjoyed it pretty much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is just the overall picture. Some things I feel must be mentioned are going to be mentioned. Some things are just excellent, while some things just kind of want to make me destroy stuff. These are: The Praises &amp; The Gripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Praises&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Service&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap shit Thailand service pwns Singapore flat. Flat. No comparison whatsoever. The people there make an effort to smile when they serve you, and try their best to do whatever they can to really make you feel comfortable. Compared to Singapore, of which the working population at this period of time is largely comprised of part-timers, some of them students who are not really serious at their work. Well, Singapore does have nice service at some places, but generally its victory to Thailand here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Prices&lt;br /&gt;The stuff here is really really cheap. Maybe its because some of the goods that they sell there are made in Thailand itself. Like for example... FBT stuff. Yea, I'm pretty sure that's made in Thailand, so it comes across as pretty cheap to the average Singaporean. That's why I find it funny when we bargain for stuff, we ask for a discount of around 20 baht, and actually it's only nearly a dollar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Shopping Centres&lt;br /&gt;Really a marked improvement since the last time I've been to Thailand, there is now a number of large shopping centres for tourists and residents alike to go to. Seems like an encouraging sign that Thailand will continue progressing and improve their attractions for tourists interested in shopping like my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Gripes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Transvestites&lt;br /&gt;No offence to any of them in this section, but I find it slightly weird and disturbing that there is simply a vast number of transvestites in this country. Like you know when you say you're going to Thailand, people will mention transvestites, but when you get there, its a whole lot more than you actually expected. And it's weird when they dress as females (girl school uniform etc.) and speak in a hoarse voice very much like a male's. The number is seriously overwhelming. Go check it out for yourselves one of these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Infrastructure&lt;br /&gt;The roads have potholes just about everywhere, and cockroaches roam the streets freely at night. Drains are not fully covered, and there are some spots where there is no lighting. Not the perfect conditions one would expect to have a holiday in, so it definitely can be improved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Old Ah Mas (I want to annihilate them)&lt;br /&gt;This isn't really related to Thailand in any way. But, have you ever went on a tour bus, and met these strange group of old ladies who LOVE to sit in front of the bus, and consistently shoot the tour guide with plenty of questions, whether important or not. An example will be like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour guide: "Now the elections are taking place in Thailand, that's why you see these posters/banners around the city."&lt;br /&gt;#@*&amp;~ Ah Ma: "Who is the best among them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTFKNN DOES IT CONCERN YOU? Seriously when I keep hearing stupid questions I feel like giving them a final punch to send them to Hell. &lt;br /&gt;And I remember a situation where their grandchildren wanted to sit at the front of the bus, then the bloody old grandmother SCOLDED the children just because she wanted to sit at the front herself so she could ask all sorts of useless questions like the one mentioned above. Seriously irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures are for next post. That's all I feel like saying now. Bye...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-3150420294048538159?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3150420294048538159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=3150420294048538159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3150420294048538159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3150420294048538159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/thailand-praises-gripes.html' title='Thailand - The Praises &amp; The Gripes'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-5647995797526857026</id><published>2007-12-13T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T01:25:46.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye</title><content type='html'>All my bags are packed (by my parents),&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Thailand for a period of 4 days. Today I say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1426842462/" title="captainamericawank by feedtheworld, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1144/1426842462_0d16d34c62_o.jpg" width="462" height="337" alt="captainamericawank" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5647995797526857026?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5647995797526857026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5647995797526857026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5647995797526857026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5647995797526857026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/bye-bye.html' title='Bye bye'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-172909441046940464</id><published>2007-12-11T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T17:15:34.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orh Hor...</title><content type='html'>Given my boredom these days, I would actually have jumped at a chance to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chance was presented to me in the form of my sister asking me to go out to eat lunch at Ajisen Ramen since there's nothing to eat at home. And so I went there to eat and try out the Volcano Ramen, which I can't actually believe is the hottest thing that they have there. Oh wells 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the point is, we got there and they asked us to sit at the table next to the window overlooking the arcade and the route to the theatre (it's at Tampines Mall). So I was just bullshitting around with my sister when I saw Jason Pang. I knocked the window and said hi, and realised that it was a primary school gathering for them, and Daryl and Leonard were there as well. First they saw me and then said hi, and then they turned to who I was sitting with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next thing that came was actually unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ORH HOR..." *does the finger pointing thing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was shouting through the window that she's my sister but they were laughing too much and then just walked away. The girls they were with who were following at the back were looking very confused as well. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a chat between me and Jason Pang the day after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vivi*( spectral) Feel detached says:&lt;br /&gt;Eh&lt;br /&gt;*Vivi*( spectral) Feel detached says:&lt;br /&gt;ytd tat one ur sis?&lt;br /&gt;FEED THE WORLD™                         feeedtheworld.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;FEED THE WORLD™                         feeedtheworld.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;*Vivi*( spectral) Feel detached says:&lt;br /&gt;Look like u&lt;br /&gt;*Vivi*( spectral) Feel detached says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;FEED THE WORLD™                         feeedtheworld.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;i was shouting that its my sister&lt;br /&gt;FEED THE WORLD™                         feeedtheworld.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;*Vivi*( spectral) Feel detached says:&lt;br /&gt;Really look like u&lt;br /&gt;*Vivi*( spectral) Feel detached says:&lt;br /&gt;That was freakyy&lt;br /&gt;*Vivi*( spectral) Feel detached says:&lt;br /&gt;Ivan with long hair&lt;br /&gt;*Vivi*( spectral) Feel detached says:&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is: -.- &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-172909441046940464?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/172909441046940464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=172909441046940464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/172909441046940464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/172909441046940464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/orh-hor.html' title='Orh Hor...'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-1424713963486197552</id><published>2007-12-07T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T21:00:15.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mundane life</title><content type='html'>Ironically, I post more during the school term when we are actually supposed to be busy (well not me) as compared to the holidays where I have so much free time I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual day consists of waking up, eating, gaming, chatting, etc etc until I sleep again. None without the mention of going out. So obviously there was really nothing much to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, these two days I went out of my technologically-advanced cave and stepped into the world outside to play around with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1: The day of basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day was spent on nothing much else other than basketball, seriously. Given my frequent late nights, I woke up at around 1, and then went over to Corn's house to play around on his computer for awhile. He knew how to solve the Rubik's Cube surprisingly. Fabian joined us and we played pool... on the computer as well -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following that, due to wet weather, we went over to Bedok CC to meet with Yew Jin (deceptively sounding like Eugene) and his friend Jeremy to play basketball. All I can say about my basketball at this moment in time is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PWNED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Totally got my ass handed to me in basketball. After that round of basketball which ended in some quarrel between a malay and Jeremy due mostly to the malay being unhappy over being constantly outplayed by him. Putting a punch (for Jeremy) and unhappy feelings aside, we went to play... you guessed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASKETBALL ROUND 2! This time at Eunos CC, because it was sheltered again like Bedok CC. We played until 9 without dinner and I have improved this time round so I'm rather happy.  Everyone only cheered especially loud when I scored -.- talk about suaning. Ate dinner, after which 2 out of the 5 of us had some serious leg cramps. I don't want to mention about the leg cramps part because it got Corn emo for awhile, thinking it was his fault -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home at 10.30 pm and did not get screwed by parents! It's at moments like this when suddenly I feel so happy about my parents :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2: The movie outing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;With usual 4A movie outings, there would be a bunch of people going to watch, like a crowd of around 7-10 people. Today, there was a crowd of about 4 people. Me, Gene, leech and Yitao were the only ones who went to watch The Golden Compass, and as I saw in a movie trailer in another movie I watched sometime ago, it turned out to be quite a spectacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leech bullshitted me about some Adam and Eve and Jesus thing when there was absolutely no such thing in the movie. In fact, I didn't see anything with religious themes in the movie at all! I wonder what the whole fracas about the religious themes in the movie are about. Maybe I didn't have such an inquisitive mind to view the movie from such an angle, but based on what I see, its just a nice fantasy movie to watch. I recommend it (Y) even though the ending was wtf because I didn't know that it's those kind of "sequel" show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested to go play pool, but in the end we just walked around aimlessly in Centrepoint and HMV. Why HMV? The retard leech said he wanted to look for the genre of WIZARD ROCK by The Parselmouths - IN BLOODY HMV. Seriously stupid -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, typical of 4A movie outings, there is absolutely no such thing as late-night outing because everyone goes home early. And for my church friends, if I of all people say that they go home early, it seriously is super early. And so as I was telling leech, my parents can tell whether I went out with my church friends or class friends simply by the time I come back. Not so good :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that concludes my two days in which I at least stepped out of my cave. For all that minor euphoria, I am now back in my cave and I think I will be in this cave all the way until I go to Thailand for my holiday! Weeee! Of course it definitely cannot be compared to Japan (which 2734837437 of the friends I know are going or have gone), USA (gene), France or Italy (bloody richass Cheeyang), but it's good enough for me. Coupled with the fact that I have not been in Thailand for years, maybe it's good to see just what has changed over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Bon voyage leech, and it's no longer dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-1424713963486197552?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1424713963486197552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=1424713963486197552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1424713963486197552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1424713963486197552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/mundane-life.html' title='The mundane life'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-2623950551120085755</id><published>2007-11-01T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T23:50:25.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last day - and on to the future.</title><content type='html'>Today was potentially the last day of school. Last days of school ought to be spent with quality time talking to teachers while you still can, talking among ourselves reminiscing about the days we spent together.&lt;br /&gt;The last day should be a time of reflection for all of us to think through what has really gone on in us these past 4 years, and if there were any changes within us, and look back at all the camaraderie formed between the classmates, and the bonds of friendships that will never be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day, was spent in RE Congress -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went to do up our booth in 5 minutes and spent the rest of the time playing O2Jam on Cheeyang's laptop because got no internet so cannot play Gunz or JX2. Played and stoned there until I got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's at times like this when I miss Jason, when we can poke fun at him and laugh at his reaction all the time. However, this time, he cannot be with us, and not because of some lame reasons like those he would usually give to skip floor hockey training, but because his father's life is hanging in the balance. It's incredibly tough for him all this time, and I don't think I can be fully able to understand how he feels. After the end of the 'O' Level papers, everyone was shouting and screaming in jubilation, but when I turned to look at Jason, no he wasn't one of them. I'll pray hard for you and your father, Jason. Hope things go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to LT1 to present our project to a &lt;strike&gt;fully-packed&lt;/strike&gt; theatre of about 1/3 capacity. Oh well not that I cared. Less pressure anyway :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I think about it, this is not how I want to end my school life in RI. Graduation Ceremony is tomorrow, and today we are rushing our RE Congress. Fantastic planning indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the future, first step would be matriculation. Everyone is going "OMGWTFBBQ MEH BRAINS ARE BURSTING COS I DUNO WHAT TO TAKE", but for me it's quite fixed already.&lt;br /&gt;GCME (Geography, Chemistry, Mathematics, Economics) FOR THE WIN. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG IVAN YOURE DROPPING PHYSICS?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: fuck physics -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were unexpectedly un-resistant towards my suggestion for GCME, considering how much they favour PCME over everything else. Maybe they got influenced by my Physics EOY results :D which is "VERY NICE (Y)(Y)".&lt;br /&gt;And PCME is seriously crazy anyway. According to Shawn, GCME has about  five classes. PCME has TWENTY-FIVE classes. I think the number speaks for itself. Crazy shits -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE Modules: Badminton, Basketball, Soccer, Table tennis, Tennis, Floorball&lt;br /&gt;Why not the rest? Because: (1) I'll get totally pwned in them (2) Not interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future in RJC has been decided. What about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just realized I might take Chinese in JC after all... might fail :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-2623950551120085755?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2623950551120085755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=2623950551120085755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2623950551120085755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2623950551120085755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/11/last-day-and-on-to-future.html' title='The last day - and on to the future.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-1053785410382438477</id><published>2007-10-25T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:20:53.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I died.</title><content type='html'>And so, I really died with regards to one of the three subjects which was returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English, Physics, Geography... which of them seemed like the subject which would totally pwn my ass off? If you know me well enough, or even if you don't know me that well, you can probably see one of the three subjects sticking out like a sore thumb, and indeed it is lucky contestant number 2, Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Score? 37/80, which pulled my initial Physics GPA of 3.6 (I was actually rather shocked at this) to 2.8, and bringing me down quite a bit. But its not the pulling down of the overall that makes me sad. With regards to my classmates 99% of the time they become sad because of the overall being pulled down (i.e. Jon Gan, who got sad because he HYPOTHESIZED that there would be moderation and because he minus one mark he won't get to the next grade -.-), but for me it's a sort of different case. My overall GPA can go to hell for all I care, but a red mark in my APR doesn't look good, and obviously I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never gotten such a red mark before on any of my APRs over the four years, and I do not like it to have started at Secondary 4. It marks an ominous beginning to JC life, and of course it's not exactly pleasing to my parents. Which is why I feel sad. However, mistakes have already been committed and there is nothing that I can do to change these mistakes, so in the Spirit of Ivan™, I shall look forward to the future... with no Physics. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I'm probably going to drop Physics. I seriously suck at it -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if they moderate the Physics marks, they better moderate the EOY marks and not the overall. This way I can actually avoid a red mark and make things look all fine and dandy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the next issue, it's something totally random but it struck me as a rather pertinent issue, which is rather disgusting. JQ and I were taking the bus home one day and then this old man comes along to sit next to this moderately attractive RJC girl and he was shifting his eyes like as if he had Parkinson's disease in the eyes. So JQ and I laughed like shit as we were observing from behind how this old man was desperately trying to get a good look of the girl. Pity the girl though, it's quite a sad case to be ogled at by old men on the bus and not by real men of her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I shrugged it off as a one-time case. But as time went on, I realised that such things were actually happening pretty often. Such as today. This old man had this super perverted face as he chose to sit next to this attractive lady in front of me (why does everything happen in front of me -.-) instead of some blatantly vacant seats. Yea, and you can guess what was going on. To make things worse, ANOTHER old man sitting in front of the lady turned around to stare. And not stare like as if he was preparing to turn his head around the moment the lady looked up, but stared like a BISHAN GAY. For at least I swear to God 5-10 seconds he was just looking at her and examining all her body features. Even though I am a male myself and I understand such tendencies to want to look at attractive people, sometimes we do have to place ourselves in their shoes and think about how they feel at the incessant ogling taking place. Even from my position I kind of sympathize with them, and seriously it does seem quite disgusting to me to ogle. I mean a glance or a look is fine, but STARING. Holy shit that's gone abit overboard already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-1053785410382438477?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1053785410382438477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=1053785410382438477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1053785410382438477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1053785410382438477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-died.html' title='So I died.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-2957348810068589730</id><published>2007-10-23T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:40:36.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The AfterMATH</title><content type='html'>And so, I return here to post a blogpost, showing that I am indeed safe and sound. Why? Because I obtained rather satisfactory marks, or rather because it's quite easy to give me marks I am satisfied with anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not go to the 7th floor because I was not sad enough or happy enough to do so, and because the world loves me to much for me to leave it yet. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough of the bullshit, here's an update on my scores for the subjects I got back so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths:&lt;br /&gt;Exam - 51/80       Overall - 63&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies:&lt;br /&gt;Exam - 26/30       Overall - 78&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry:&lt;br /&gt;Exam - 53/80       Overall - 70&lt;br /&gt;Biology:&lt;br /&gt;Exam - 58/100     Overall - 58&lt;br /&gt;chinese*:&lt;br /&gt;Overall - 63&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So essentially I maintained everything, and pulled my SS up one grade o.o&lt;br /&gt;People are unsatisfied at missing 4.0s (Bobo's incessant "AIYA I MISS 4.0 FOR MATHS"), while I am happy with just what I get. It is sometimes important to appreciate what you have done, and not always think about the "what should have been".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not about the Dark League I am talking about here, it's simply about practicing a virtue of Contentment. Sometimes, we feel that we could have gotten this and could have gotten that, but it is important to realize that we did get all the marks which we did, and should again be happy for what we have done correctly. Do not keep blaming yourself for what you did not do, but rejoice for what you have done. That, is the essence of contentment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In no wise covet those things in which God hath bestowed His gifts more freely on some of you than on others: to men is allotted what they earn, and to women what they earn: but ask God of His bounty." (4:32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Copied from Wikipedia LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here is what Shawn said to me on an MSN convo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tat chern says:&lt;br /&gt;tmrw must win ah&lt;br /&gt;tat chern says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;FEED THE WORLD™ feeedtheworld.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;err no&lt;br /&gt;FEED THE WORLD™ feeedtheworld.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;we are going to get thrashed&lt;br /&gt;FEED THE WORLD™ feeedtheworld.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;u coming to support?&lt;br /&gt;tat chern says:&lt;br /&gt;nah got third lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;WTF got third lang then tell us must win ah -.- Not to mention we ARE in a rather tough group, so the hope isn't really there. But of course we will try to do what we can in spite of having about  0 supporters woooo! Wish us luck tomorrow :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Whether I can go for the interclass still depends on my marks tomorrow: English, Physics and Geography. If any of them fail me, I might feel very sad and demoralized :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I still do not respect this subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-2957348810068589730?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2957348810068589730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=2957348810068589730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2957348810068589730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2957348810068589730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/aftermath.html' title='The AfterMATH'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-3520470764620316261</id><published>2007-10-21T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T00:04:53.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>死期到了</title><content type='html'>“如果我今天拿不到九十分, 我的死期就到了。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My version：如果我明天那不到五十分，我的死期就到了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的死期到了 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow its results day - or at least most of it. Things do not look good, but ah it's all easy to end from a 7th floor. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumours depict 50% of the level failing Physics, and I am desperately hoping it remains a rumour. However, even if the rumour IS false, I think I will still fail Physics anyway :/ Let's see then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is interclass soccer, and whether I can go or not hinges on whether I go playing around the 7th floor tomorrow after school :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I be able to go for interclass soccer which we know we cannot progress through anyway? Stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Shawn's YFC Youth Flying dunno what shit sounds quite cool but also sounds quite stressful -.- Anyone interested other than Shawn? If anyone is interested I MAY consider. MAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-3520470764620316261?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3520470764620316261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=3520470764620316261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3520470764620316261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3520470764620316261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='死期到了'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-2410690023636490882</id><published>2007-10-13T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:26:02.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test on my abilities</title><content type='html'>You see, I did not bother to blog the moment I left school  because I went on a frenzy of crazy, sinful, yet delightful pleasures which were mentioned in the post before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we actually felt a sense of... boredom. Yes, boredom. Being constantly put into the same environment of Cuppage over and over again playing LAN at its ridiculously cheap prices and pool over and over again with the same few people. We did not really know what we wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed a sports day. But obviously not everyone would want to play all the sports. Like for example leech would not play soccer, or Yan De won't play tennis. The problems just keep mounting in the search for entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, did I mention my exams were over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[craziness]&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT IT'S OVER LOLOLOLOL WOOOTOSODSOOODWODSOD!&lt;br /&gt;[/craziness]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And reflecting on my exams, I think it has all actually been a test. A test to see my abilities. A test to see how well I can really do... in last minute mugging. You see, almost all the subjects were studied for in a single day of mad last-minute cramming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English - What the hell do you study for this?&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies - A few hours in an online discussion with Shawn, reading some notes... that's it.&lt;br /&gt;Maths - I tried for a week. I seriously tried. But it goes to hell all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - Studied the textbook. Fullstop.&lt;br /&gt;Physics - Studied for a day on the textbook and nothing else. Goes to hell too.&lt;br /&gt;Geography - LOL SPENT HALF AN HOUR IN TOTAL ON THIS.&lt;br /&gt;Biology - Was in holiday mood when it came to the time to study for this. Studied textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you see, my results are going to be returned next Wednesday. I can assure you it's not going to be pretty, but it's a fair test on my brain's capacity for last-minute cramming of information and also my skills of sleep deprivation. I told this to Zhihe the other day, and he was saying: "Why would you want to test this out on your End-of-Years?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think about it, good point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-2410690023636490882?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2410690023636490882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=2410690023636490882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2410690023636490882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2410690023636490882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/test-on-my-abilities.html' title='Test on my abilities'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-1523458189586544065</id><published>2007-10-08T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:16:55.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams halp halp</title><content type='html'>Nobody blogs during exam period. Noobs. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Maths and Chemistry just finished today and I am proud to say that I did the Dark League proud. I give myself a pat on my own back for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AngJJ ponned today's tests, which was the "killer day". The class is pissed, everyone thinks he's a cheater (CHITTER! LOL), and he is so dead. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Physics and Geography, two subjects I have not touched until today itself. I am breaking the world record for speed mugging, and I am proud to announce that I am doing the Dark League proud once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to the end. When we will revel in endless pool, CS, DotA, tennis, soccer, frisbee etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget what Gene said, "Orgasmic delight." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. To those who are not taking Biology, you can all just go die now. I shall use my dissecting powar I learnt from Bio class to pwnzors your innards. Yes I mean you Shawn :)&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. JQ here is your blogpost. Now stfu and leave me alone. Noob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-1523458189586544065?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1523458189586544065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=1523458189586544065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1523458189586544065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1523458189586544065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/10/exams-halp-halp.html' title='Exams halp halp'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-7171205618233068098</id><published>2007-09-30T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T02:10:01.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Cheeyang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1459478798/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1217/1459478798_146596da6e_o.jpg" width="400" height="400" alt="cy birthday" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Cheeyang!&lt;br /&gt;Have a sweet sixteenth with fantastic End-of-year results!&lt;br /&gt;Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Note: The image above is infinitely lousier than what Gene can create, so don't come and say LOL IVAN NOOB LOLOLOL, because I already know. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-7171205618233068098?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7171205618233068098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=7171205618233068098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7171205618233068098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7171205618233068098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-birthday-cheeyang.html' title='Happy birthday Cheeyang!'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-8378775757543079274</id><published>2007-09-25T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:36:23.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The silver of hope.</title><content type='html'>And so, anyone who reads this blog is on my MSN list. And anyone who is on my MSN list read my personal message, which proclaims a Silver for our RE Finals presentation. While obviously overjoyed at getting the silver (only one group got Gold for our category - Indirect Service), this silver actually serves as a &lt;strike&gt;sliver&lt;/strike&gt; silver of hope for all academically underachieving guys out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it's not everyday people like us get a prize. It is everyday, however, that we do get insulted by arrogant snobs who think they are the best in the world and will become future CEOs of companies with 42/45 in a Bio test. In other words, this is our saving grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I seriously love my RE group. None of all that has happened would have been possible if not for them and all the effort we put in together, AS A GROUP, and not as people who solo through their projects and think they are t3h ub3r 1337z0r5. This group is important to me, because everyone worked well together, and also because we worked hard for what we did. Getting to Finals was already a fantastic experience, but clinching the silver from this... it's just such a fantastic bonus. Symbolically, we are also actually the Dark League group (Jon Gan defected... yet again -.-), and I am also proud to say that we have surpassed our own expectations and other's as well, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tribute to each member of the group:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Zhihe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great leader. When people hear this phrase you would describe a charismatic person who gains the respect of his teammates and all the usual stereotype of a "OMG IMBA" guy, and it is true. I really respect the guy for putting everything together, making everybody do their assigned work, and just being there for everything. Essentially the anchor of the team, I think I can safely say that nothing would have been done if he was not around to push us along and get our priorities straight. He's also not exactly a "DO YOUR WORK OR DIE" person, even though he can be (shuddering in fear), and understands the difficulties we face as well. Thanks for everything, Zhihe. Including the late nights I made you stay up because I slacked, and for just leading by example. Great work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gene said I should have a Jason section. Here it is. LOL JASON LOLOLOLOLOL. Even though he does not intend to joke around, what he does in his actions, in his choice of words, in his body language, are the very factors that make us explode in laughter EVERY SINGLE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;We never get sick of his existence simply because he is being himself, and yet somehow can make us laugh until I'm pretty sure my ab muscles are there because of him. He is the joker of the team, albeit unintentionally. His antics and of course his serious work ethic keep the team going, and of course brings the team closer and closer. Even though you're not reading this, thank you very much Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chee Yang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruijun refused to work with him in Chem PT because he felt that he was "slack". What a load of bullshit. Blessed with the ability to spam, he is actually one of the most hardworking fellas in the group. Every workshop, every training, everything we were involved in with Special Olympics, he was right there offering his help. In late nights staying up to do our shares for our final report, he was the one person in the group willing to stay up with me, even if its just for pure nonsensical reasons (like saying "GOOD MORNING" to Jon Gan at 2am, being the remaining people from 4A online). Also, our team ALWAYS has some punctuality issues. Jason either always calls to say he won't be making it or he will be late, and Zhihe will tell us to meet at 10am and come himself at 10.30am. Myself included, I do come late once in a while as well. But always expect to see Chee Yang there being the first to arrive, waiting there for us and joking about JJ. Thanks for just always being there for all of us whenever we needed help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say this is a rather long and mushy post, but I really really really appreciate these guys and this group. The experience over this year has been overwhelming, the sense of achievement better than anything I have achieved in my past 3 years in RE. Thank you for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FOR THE &lt;span&gt;DARK LEAGUE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8378775757543079274?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8378775757543079274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8378775757543079274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8378775757543079274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8378775757543079274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/silver-of-hope.html' title='The silver of hope.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-1303106080504757086</id><published>2007-09-20T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:55:45.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pause</title><content type='html'>In my third day of operation of The Skipping Regime, I have decided to take a break due to my searing blisters, which inflict pain with every step taken. It is such a torture that I happen to walk on my heels now just so I avoid stepping on my blisters. This sucks :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played tennis today, and over the span of two days of hardcore tennis, I can say I have grown considerably darker. My skin is crazy, turns dark so quickly, but not that I mind 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TENNIS SUCKS LOLOLOLOL. Keep hitting too high, keep hitting out, only in the last few minutes I managed to get the feel back and was able to play on par with leech, but he was still much better than both Chee Yang and I in terms of consistency, although Chee Yang also improved towards the end O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am happy to present to you the confirmed list of members of our table at Grad Night Dinner, which basically contains the members of the Dark League and the CoT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;leech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Gene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Chee Yang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Zhihe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Foolai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Jon Gan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Yan De&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Absolutely truly sorry to Shawn for being unable to include him, but he remains in the reserves list in the case of one of them backing out (the most likely being Jon Gan &gt;:( ). That way, you won't have to join the table of =Os. I shall say no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Next up, time to plan seating arrangements! WOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;P.S. Grad Night Dinner is seriously like some mass gay orgy, which is really really sick. But still, it's probably one of the last enjoyable moments as a class in RI, and obviously I'm not missing out on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-1303106080504757086?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1303106080504757086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=1303106080504757086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1303106080504757086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1303106080504757086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/pause.html' title='The pause'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-7327659646432068981</id><published>2007-09-19T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:12:05.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The regime</title><content type='html'>I have started a skipping regime - 500 times a day in 5 sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in the second day of operation, and already inflicted with 4 blisters on 4 of my toes due to several reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jumping on toes so I do not make too much noise&lt;br /&gt;2) Sometimes the rope (plastic kind) whips against my toes when I skip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, after each skipping session I perspire as though I have just bathed and have not dried myself up. Why do I go through all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so I can grow taller =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sadly, this might not even work. If it does not work, I'm the greatest piece of jacked up shit in history.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-7327659646432068981?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7327659646432068981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=7327659646432068981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7327659646432068981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7327659646432068981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/regime.html' title='The regime'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-3869141470999076278</id><published>2007-09-16T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:16:05.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RE Finals: The Aftermath</title><content type='html'>And so, we went down on Saturday 15th September to present our oral presentation in RE Finals. Lucky me, I so happened to take out my umbrella from the bag the day before, and it rained like as if the mass of water on earth was being poured down on Bishan. I dropped off my bus at the back gate of RI, and what stood between me and the school was a monumental obstruction - the locked gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling desperate, I called Zhihe. Phone turned off.&lt;br /&gt;Thought of Jason, and realized that he probably won't know what to do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Called Chee Yang, and he came down to face me at the school gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I did:&lt;br /&gt;1) Discussed strategies and possible options with Chee Yang&lt;br /&gt;2) Threw bag over to Chee Yang&lt;br /&gt;3) Climbed the gate, making sure my manhood did not get pierced and brutally dismembered in the process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra note: It was a fun experience actually, I recommend everyone to try it at least once while you are a Rafflesian. It... um... provides good training for the army?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we got in and met up, only to find Jason SOAKING WET LOL. He said, "I was walking to school, then halfway through suddenly rain, then run to school, but in the end still wet like siao." Imagine Jason saying that, and there you have it, an ultimate source of LOLness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We presented our piece, and I felt that we did our best. I personally was feeling strangely nervous, in spite of having only 4 teachers present. I chalk it up to the giant atmosphere of the AVT, which makes me feel so small and insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask me if we think we can win an award, my actual answer will be no. While I am actually rather confident of our presentation abilities, what clinched the deal was a comment that Cheryl Yap (of "do your level-best" fame) made a comment saying that we "nearly didn't make it" to the Finals. That shook my confidence a little, and caused me to think about the strength of our competitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas, everything is over, and I guess there comes a time where we have to be stopped in our tracks, even if the progress we have made in my opinion is already phenomenal. Wish us luck in overcoming the odds and clinching an award, if not for myself, but &lt;strong&gt;FOR THE &lt;span&gt;DARK LEAGUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-3869141470999076278?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3869141470999076278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=3869141470999076278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3869141470999076278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3869141470999076278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/re-finals-aftermath.html' title='RE Finals: The Aftermath'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-666290162554749872</id><published>2007-09-13T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:14:42.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark League</title><content type='html'>And so, I stepped up in front of a grand audience of two (initially one because Alvin Goh went away for awhile), and started to present my Oral Defense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was my Oral Defense based on? I had seen tennis, a growing beanstalk, PLAY, travelling around the world... I had seen a growing bunch of different styles of Oral Defense, some intensely related to oneself, while others... not really something very close to one's heart. I decided to choose something close to my heart... and that is, yes, the Dark League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I used the Dark League for my Oral Defense, considering the Dark League is something negative (lowest results in class... how positive can that be?), and we are actually supposed to showcase our best achievements. However, I argued that the Dark League is actually close to my heart, and I sort of personify the Dark League in a sense. Also, one of the aims of the Oral Defense was to focus on thinking processes and not the results anyway, so I figured it would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I introduce you to the official cover of my Dark League Oral Defense:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1371659520/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1037/1371659520_a00ac7e630.jpg" width="500" height="500" alt="darkleaguewithdeco" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks goes to Jon Gan for drawing up the hand in the first place (which was based off my hand... or so I think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it makes me rather proud to be able to defend myself and my growth through the Dark League. Instead of tossing in a chockful of content into an insincere presentation, I am proud to say that I managed to pull it off... to create a sincere presentation which displays the true me. I am not one who fakes my character and fakes my attitude in front of others just to get close to them, and through this experience of Oral Defense I was actually able to express myself and the way I think in a sincere and wholesome manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it is a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a pity that the environment we are brought up in stifles creative development. It is a pity that the school thinks that creative assignments are &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; creative and meant to develop our creativity. It is a pity that we as students are forced to endure four years of grinding of knowledge into our brains, which we cannot absorb. It is... a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I strongly  feel that the school  should continue with this Oral Defense, at least for the English curriculum. It is one in which every one of us, who is different, is able to express &lt;i&gt;ourselves &lt;/i&gt;and not find ourselves doing something which everyone else is doing. This is the real development of creativity, not some stinky creative assignments which are assumed to really develop the students' creative potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read one of Eugene's past articles on techies-and-pudgies about the limits of which we are placed under, the boundaries in which we are kept captive. As I think about it and ponder about whether it was really true and applicable to every student, I can only say... it is a pity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-666290162554749872?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/666290162554749872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=666290162554749872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/666290162554749872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/666290162554749872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/dark-league.html' title='Dark League'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1037/1371659520_a00ac7e630_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-9116541114969058632</id><published>2007-09-11T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T15:55:33.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RE Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SERVICE LEARNING CONGRESS 07 FINALISTS&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;You've made it to the Congress Finals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What can I say? We just rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what made this experience quite funny:&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Chng: "So I need you to tell me if you want to go to Congress or not. If you want to go to Congress then I'll have to make sure your presentation and all is good, otherwise, it's okay to slack abit."&lt;br /&gt;*After some discussion*&lt;br /&gt;Zhihe: "Ok la sir I think we don't go Congress la. Very busy having to prepare for EOYs and stuff."&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Chng: "Okok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look where we are now LOL. Ironic that it's a presentation which was "slack abit" that got into the Finals. I'm guessing it's all because of the &lt;i&gt;noscriptism &lt;/i&gt;which we have inculcated in ourselves (other than AngJJ of course), and of course the $11,050 we raised. Money talks, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, now that we have reached this stage, the once-ignorant me who did not give a shit as to whether we did well in Semifinals or not now wants to win. It's something I have not felt or experienced in a long long time, this will to win, this urge to pursue perfection for victory. It remains a competition among peers who have, like us, emerged among various challenges and difficulties along the way and got to where they are now. It remains a competition between people with the will to win, the fire of passion burning within them to achieve something. It remains a competition where everybody knows they have to be at their best to do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now a competition I want to win - not merit or consolation prize, but the best that we can do. If we do not win, other than for the initial disappointment I guess it will be okay, as long as we know we did the best that we could. If we lost knowing that we did not perform at our best, then that, would truly be the disaster, and the agony within our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck in our presentation this Saturday, although I'm hoping that we do not need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR THE DARK LEAGUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S. Jason better not read from script at ALL, or he's going to pay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-9116541114969058632?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9116541114969058632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=9116541114969058632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/9116541114969058632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/9116541114969058632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/re-finals.html' title='RE Finals'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-2012546720213998200</id><published>2007-09-09T04:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T04:33:21.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semifinals</title><content type='html'>I forgot to say, our RE group got into the RE Semifinals. I think quite alot of groups got in the semifinals also. BUT BUT BUT, WE ARE THE DARK LEAGUE GROUP! WHICH MAKES THINGS LOLOLOLOL!&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have no idea what I'm saying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And so, we presented on Thursday 6th September after a half an hour delay in front of Cheryl Yap, Lim Yoke Tong, Alicia Goh, and Dennis Au (OMGLOLMARKPHILOWHENDIEINDOTAANDWAITINGFORRESPAWN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Only three members were present out of four, because JASON ANG JUN JIE (AngJJ for short) could not come because he was away on HOLIDAY (while we were slogging ourselves he enjoying himself in HONG KONG). This is how the conversation went  during this recess when we found out we got into the Semifinals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: "Eh shit sorry I think I cannot make it I going holiday. To Hong Kong."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Walao siao la why u always liddat one... in the end always make us do the work."&lt;br /&gt;Zhihe: "Ya la... you always liddat one."&lt;br /&gt;Jason: "Sorry man... cannot help it la. *changes tone completely* Eh damn cheap la. 350 dollars only leh, you want to go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;WTF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HE STILL HAD THE CHEEK TO ASK US TO JOIN HIM IN HIS ENJOYMENT WHILE WE HAVE TO SLOG TO PREPARE?! But that's not what made me pissed at Jason, but yet strangely at the same time, laughing at him (I guess he's naturally like that).&lt;br /&gt;And so we had to cover his roles for Oral Presentation, and it turns out that it was a whole lot of stuff to cover. I actually have no idea how he covers so much information into that limited time slot of his, or whether he actually cuts stuff out as he is READING his script. Crazy fella. Make us memorize like some gay fags just so we can hold on to our reputation as &lt;i&gt;noscriptbois&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, we actually planned stuff out two days before, and in the end we made some major changes about 10 minutes before the real thing.  8D Luckily my part didn't change, so my presentation in the end was quite smooth, but according to Zhihe, it was getting drone-y and softer and softer towards the end. Must be loss of stamina in voice O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's to the Dark League group making it to the finals and winning some shit, and finally make my stay in RI have at least an honour other than table tennis medals which are like free gifts to me. And yes, I am actually rather proud of my RE this year. Raised $11,050. Really proud :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-2012546720213998200?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2012546720213998200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=2012546720213998200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2012546720213998200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2012546720213998200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/semifinals.html' title='Semifinals'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-8878760691976434433</id><published>2007-09-03T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:25:42.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol picture blog nehxx~~</title><content type='html'>And so, after a hiatus of more than a week, or rather, more than more than a week, I have come back to post once again... more pictures! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so without further ado, let's start with the head of the pictures (pun intended).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1311278566/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1099/1311278566_1f5dc06c85.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image039" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL AngJJ version 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1311280014/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1407/1311280014_473df9b778.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image041" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, everybody is soooooo interested in the lessons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1311275086/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1263/1311275086_d9a5e8e552.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image012" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special message to Shawn. I guess I don't have to highlight the key words? :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and this is from Li Ran's pencil case LOL. Anything Li Ran-related is LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1311282004/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1430/1311282004_8200ada0ff.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image046" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a classic. For those who can't see it very clearly, it reads "Alarm clock didn't work." Du Yao deserves a big fat LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1310405967/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1375/1310405967_fc9887d7e4.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image057" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that time we played soccer? Jon Lim rammed my thigh with the ball and the mark was left there. Pretty cool while it stayed... too bad it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of those who served the punishment for ponning Geography class, I'm sure you would find this familiar. I will also take the chance to pass a message to Weeks 8-10 and the weeks to come, especially EOYs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1310405003/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1385/1310405003_4ed98226a0.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image056" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how my first vulgarity in my blog came in the form of a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pictures of my hamster when I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, I'm both happy and proud to announce 4 years of house gold medals for table tennis, and if I'm in the mood I'll take a picture of all four medals to show you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Buckley table tennis players were disgusting. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8878760691976434433?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8878760691976434433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8878760691976434433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8878760691976434433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8878760691976434433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/09/lol-picture-blog-nehxx.html' title='lol picture blog nehxx~~'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1099/1311278566_1f5dc06c85_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-6669259911827921729</id><published>2007-08-23T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T02:32:06.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye.</title><content type='html'>Bye bye birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually come to think of it, there's no difference anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-6669259911827921729?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6669259911827921729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=6669259911827921729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6669259911827921729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6669259911827921729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/bye-bye.html' title='Bye bye.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-2144505281964866788</id><published>2007-08-22T02:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T02:59:39.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay.</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-2144505281964866788?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2144505281964866788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=2144505281964866788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2144505281964866788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2144505281964866788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay.html' title='Yay.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-7631088286756589253</id><published>2007-08-07T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T00:23:59.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTU Student Survey</title><content type='html'>I saw this on my friend's blog as I was blog-hopping (thanks Joanne!) and I laughed like a mad faggot at this. Yes, more than Gatsby and the Bala drawing &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;combined&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Granted, it is rather easy for me to laugh, but the combination of the way the lecturer speaks and the comments made it too difficult to hold back my laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NTU Student Survey&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QOqXlbWf9Io" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watch this. Confirm laugh LOL. Makes me want to join NTU in the future just so I can write this bullshit about a lecturer's bald head, sexiness, or moustache in a survey meant to be about &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teaching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-7631088286756589253?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7631088286756589253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=7631088286756589253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7631088286756589253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7631088286756589253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/ntu-student-survey.html' title='NTU Student Survey'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-6019481221770607991</id><published>2007-08-06T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:55:55.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross Country '07</title><content type='html'>And so RI Cross Country '07 was held last Friday at Bedok Reservoir (Yes! Jason took 2 hours to get home and I took 5 minutes. Choa Chu Kang ftl.) Anyway, sorry that this post took forever to come out, but I was just lazy to post this during the weekends and upload the minimal photos that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, before the Cross Country, all of us had already decided to walk it.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 1: ENTHU! RUN! SCORE POINTS FOR HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2: Walk, run, walk, run... Rinse and repeat.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3: Ponned, got screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4: So near my house pon for what. But still walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we were all one big group of walkers, but in case of a teacher being nearby we can't just shout "EH WALKERS DON'T WALK SO FAST LEH!" right? So we decided to come up with a codename, which was provided by Julian: Anakins.&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL ANAKINS?! Anakin Sky&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we walked along the route, remarked at how far the front runners were, and cut along some shortcuts, to which everyone else other than us were going "WTF?" So they had to walk one big round, and we simply cut that round into 2. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked and walked and walked, until we reached the pumping station where we saw a national flag. In the spirit of National Day, I told them to sing the National Anthem in front of the flag, and all of them stood well at first, but then went "bleah" in the end and decided to walk away. Spoilsports :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1029723116/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1166/1029723116_b404d78f61.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image006" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ruijin, Victor, Stewart, Jon Gan, Chor Hiang, Zhiqian, and a hidden person behind Zhiqian, as they walked away from the flag when they decided not to sing the Anthem :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked further on, and reached a spot where no trees blocked the scenic view of the reservoir. My artistic sense tingling, I got all of them to pose for a photo right in the middle of the track. The people's expressions as they walked past us were priceless LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1029723128/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1241/1029723128_ef40f365b3.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image008" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Anakins '07 LOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh and by the way, Julian and Chee Yang were half naked because they felt it was hot and wanted to get a tan. When Andrew Lim walked past they hastily put their shirts back on LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Artistic sense still tingling, Jon Gan and I decided to take a picture of the wide and ocean-like view of the reservoir, which actually had a beautiful bluish tint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/1029723240/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1152/1029723240_a5b309f62d.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image009" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Beautiful, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was from here on that I decided to walk with the 4I guys who were behind us together with my Anakins. And so, as we were walking to the finish, we saw a fat boy running to the finish line. We all went, "SIAO AH PUI BEATING US! NO CANNOT LET HIM BEAT US! RUN!" Then all of us sprinted towards the finishing line. The fat boy was about 50m away from the finishing line and had a 100m headstart away from us. The fat boy turned his head to see a bunch of marauding and stampeding idiots screaming "AH PUI!" and he too sprinted (if you would call it sprinting) to the finishing line. In the end I think I drew with the fat boy. It was super funny how we were going crazy and running towards him. Judging by the fat boy's facial expression, I think he sprinted to the finishing line more out of fear than out of a determination to beat us LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing, I went to the Milo van and downed 11 cups of Milo before getting bored of the taste. The auntie at the van was going, "Wah you all drink at this rate later the Sec 1s got nothing to drink already." Who cares about the Sec 1s =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The planned Simpsons movie after the walk/run was cancelled, citing reasons such as the showtime being too late, and the fact that they lived pretty far from here. And so I turned my back to my friends cursing me for living so nearby, and walked home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I think a few Sec 1s overtook us as we were walking LOL. They started about 20 minutes later than us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-6019481221770607991?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6019481221770607991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=6019481221770607991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6019481221770607991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6019481221770607991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/08/cross-country-07.html' title='Cross Country &apos;07'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1166/1029723116_b404d78f61_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-1061412307898064598</id><published>2007-07-30T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:21:11.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOOK LIKE BAE YONG-JUN! LOL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/70/68/21/706821_61274575ebca646jwxuv46.JPG" width="499" height="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture I used was one of the three I took with Jon Gan when we went on our trip around Singapore -.-&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I picked this picture because it portrayed me best when I smile: not a pretty sight but it's reality. And from this face recognition thingy, I look 78% like Bae Yong-Jun! How cool is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, no it's not. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there are the obvious good points of looking like Bae Yong-Jun, because the guy obviously has quite good looks and obviously he is famous and popular - oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which group of people is he most popular amongst? HOLY SHIT IT'S THE AUNTIES.&lt;br /&gt;Now let's do some philosophy here:&lt;br /&gt;Premise 1: Bae Yong-Jun is an auntie-killer.&lt;br /&gt;Premise 2: Ivan looks 78% like Bae Yong-Jun.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Ivan as a 78% chance of becoming an auntie-killer.&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT GOD NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is not to say he's not popular among the other people, but damn he's most famous in Singapore for being an auntie-killer. Besides, it's his body which kills apparently, since it is apparently very, um, well-built. Obviously I am not coming close to his standard of body-uberness, and so I'm actually not even close to him.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't even kill aunties -.- Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway if he does kill some 16-year old girls, please make it apply for the above philosophical conclusion. Then I will have a 78% chance of killing those 16-year old girls. Please please please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-1061412307898064598?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1061412307898064598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=1061412307898064598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1061412307898064598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1061412307898064598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-look-like-bae-yong-jun-lol.html' title='I LOOK LIKE BAE YONG-JUN! LOL!'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-5159879539928805633</id><published>2007-07-29T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:46:43.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desiderata</title><content type='html'>Desiderata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go placidly amid the noise and haste,&lt;br /&gt;and remember what peace there may be in silence.&lt;br /&gt;As far as possible without surrender&lt;br /&gt;be on good terms with all persons.&lt;br /&gt;Speak your truth quietly and clearly;&lt;br /&gt;and listen to others,&lt;br /&gt;even the dull and the ignorant;&lt;br /&gt;they too have their story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons,&lt;br /&gt;they are vexations to the spirit.&lt;br /&gt;If you compare yourself with others,&lt;br /&gt;you may become vain and bitter;&lt;br /&gt;for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble;&lt;br /&gt;it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise caution in your business affairs;&lt;br /&gt;for the world is full of trickery.&lt;br /&gt;But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;&lt;br /&gt;many persons strive for high ideals;&lt;br /&gt;and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Especially, do not feign affection.&lt;br /&gt;Neither be cynical about love;&lt;br /&gt;for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment&lt;br /&gt;it is as perennial as the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take kindly the counsel of the years,&lt;br /&gt;gracefully surrendering the things of youth.&lt;br /&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;br /&gt;But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.&lt;br /&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond a wholesome discipline,&lt;br /&gt;be gentle with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of the universe,&lt;br /&gt;no less than the trees and the stars;&lt;br /&gt;you have a right to be here.&lt;br /&gt;And whether or not it is clear to you,&lt;br /&gt;no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore be at peace with God,&lt;br /&gt;whatever you conceive Him to be,&lt;br /&gt;and whatever your labors and aspirations,&lt;br /&gt;in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;it is still a beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;Be cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;Strive to be happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max Ehrmann, Desiderata, Copyright 1952.&lt;br /&gt;Taken from: http://hobbes.ncsa.uiuc.edu/desiderata.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desiderata is Latin for "Things to be desired." When looking around my room one day, I saw this age-old tablet hung on the wall. It was so prominent against the backdrop of my room, but yet at the same time it was so easily looked over and ignored. Ironically, I did not notice the "things to be desired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read through this on the tablet in my room, I kept looking at the last two lines: "Be cheerful. Strive to be happy." In our current society filled with stress, tension, anger, outburst, depression, &lt;br /&gt;sadness, fatigue and so many other negative emotions, was it truly possible to be happy? Everyone works and slogs hard, trying to achieve their aims, their goals in life. But just what are they? To earn enough money so as to provide and care properly for the two children? Then live the life of retirement in luxury? Then die, with an elaborate and grand funeral ceremony in an expensive coffin meant to be reduced to ashes or rotten away by nature, leaving behind your family who fights for your possessions which you slogged so hard for in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that what was truly important was our own feelings, our inner peace. The world out there can be chaotic and troubling, but if we can truly be at peace with ourselves, then nothing can really be a problem. The term "happy" is left in a vague sense precisely because it is up to us to decide how we  want to be happy. It all boils down to personal interpretation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think the world sucks and everything is so unfair to you, it is so.&lt;br /&gt;If you think that despite all the stress, all the sadness, all the misery, the world is still a beautiful place, it is so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore what matters most is to know yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Keep positive - because everything will then seem to be more beautiful. With a positive attitude in life, we are then able to view the world in its full splendour - all its positive and negative points, except that now the negative points do not seem so negative as before.&lt;br /&gt;Strive to be happy - strive for our goals in life, strive for what we ourselves define to be happy. If we feel that being happy is having a well-bonded family which supports each other through thick and thin, so be it. Work towards the goal, and strive to achieve that dream.&lt;br /&gt;There are two sides to a coin - as with the positive, the negative will be there. But in the midst of all the negative threatening to corrode our inner peace, we must still recall the fact that the positive still exists, and take pleasure that it is still within our grasp.&lt;br /&gt;Comparison is okay - to the point of self-improvement, comparison is good, but to the point of fanaticism, comparison suddenly turns negative, because there will always be better or worse persons than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is inspiring, and surprisingly logical. When "happiness" was left to be openly defined, the whole poem gets put into place. Anything is possible as long as we strive for our happiness, because when we feel happy, everything we had to go through will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at the part about the loud and aggressive persons, on hindsight it does sound like me, and therefore I am a vexation to the spirit. This got me thinking, and I feel that there has to be some people like me to be around, or else the world would seem gloomier. When I suan a person, the surrounding people laugh which brings joy to more people at the expense of a single person. And once again, I can only be a vexation to the spirit if I am interpreted to be one; it is the personal viewpoint which matters. In other words, be positive! When I suan you, think of the positive side of things! You are the centre of attention, and the people are laughing because of you. Without you, the people would not be able to experience that moment of fun and joy, if not for a second. Therefore, be at peace with yourself, think more positive thoughts, and let me suan you more, for it brings pleasure to myself and others. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5159879539928805633?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5159879539928805633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5159879539928805633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5159879539928805633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5159879539928805633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/desiderata.html' title='Desiderata'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-3566575791696530814</id><published>2007-07-25T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T19:43:27.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A test-ing day.</title><content type='html'>I went through this day wearily, trudging through lessons which were meant to be slack-filled (or a better term would be work-less). This could be due to the various early mornings I've had this past week, sleeping at 2-3 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: "Ivan ah, 为什么你睡那么迟的..."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "你以为我要meh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actual fact, I've been sleeping at 2-3 am &lt;strong&gt;willingly&lt;/strong&gt;. WHAT FOR IVAN? WHY NOT SLEEP MORE? WHY TORTURE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I think it doesn't qualify as torture if you are actually gaming at that time, right? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I had two tests today. First test, Geography CCT, and second, Australian Mathematics Competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Geography CCT&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? Waerry guud (Y). When we hear "Wow you all got 40 minutes for TWO questions? And you got FIVE minutes to read the questions beforehand," we get all excited and think: "OMG got so much time to do, must do properly and own the test."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... the second question is divided into parts (a) and (b), and then part (a) is further divided into part (i) and (ii). Why the hell does RI love splitting this shit up and making the test seem short when it's not? -.-&lt;br /&gt;So in effect, we are actually doing 4 questions in a space of 40 minutes. If this still seems like it's alot of time to you, be reminded that the subject at hand is GEOGRAPHY, meaning lots of spammage which will probably be useless anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And so the main problem was as usual, time. Ong Wai Ling, as usual, screwed up by telling us that we did not need to use a fresh sheet of paper for the next question. Leech, as usual, was making a lot of noise. And lastly, as usual, I screwed up :)&lt;br /&gt;Even people from other classes who did not take Geography heard of the time constraints and enquired about it. Zhihe's reply? "Don't ask." lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Australian Mathematics Competition&lt;br /&gt;For this, I need to state to my non-RI friends that this does not mean that I am a crazy maths fag who does super well and allows me to go for an international competition. This is just a test which is something like the format of New South Wales, albeit a lot harder. Alot. Really a shit lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I must thank God for the presence of China scholars. Surely, they might be irritating at times (think 4B irritating ex-Shaolin monk chenxiang*), but without one of them, this test would have been failed, honestly speaking. I did all the way until question 18/30 by myself, and then got stuck. Looked over at the answer sheet to my left, and suddenly the shine and glow of enlightenment overpowered my eyes, giving me superpowered vision for the period of the test. While I did copy most of it, I tried three of the remaining twelve questions on my own seriously, and on further discussion, only got one wrong :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored, and got home really late. Tomorrow will be the same with Maya, which is honestly getting boring. But then again the perk is that when DMP period arrives, I can laugh at everyone else like AngJJ. Ah, just looking at the future keeps me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. Not capitalized properly = have totally no respect for him/her/it. Point to be noted for the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-3566575791696530814?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3566575791696530814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=3566575791696530814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3566575791696530814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3566575791696530814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/test-ing-day.html' title='A test-ing day.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-5322971564458828994</id><published>2007-07-20T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T02:37:36.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeii ammx girrllxx n eii likeexx too picx blogx ne~ -.-</title><content type='html'>I feel a bit random today, and as it is currently 2.17 am as I am making this blogpost, I shall do some simple picture blogging - with pictures taken from my phone. Another reason why I want to picture blog? Yes I am an evil asshole who wants everyone with 56k connections to go die now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a completely random note, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;JON&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;GAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Do feel honoured that I specially added colour tags for you -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's GOGOGO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/853465746/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1392/853465746_a575dfab75.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image004" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who we have here? None other than our funnyman Jason Ang JJ! He was trying to hide from me but I managed to take him nevertheless XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/853465754/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1306/853465754_ab01b3b435.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image028" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dark League&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Chairman and Secretary. Enough said. Join the &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/853465768/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1121/853465768_4ac728649e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image029" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dark League&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Chairman who is I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/853465770/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1152/853465770_9e4c6ac3c5.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image035" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There in front is Zhiqian, and behind is AngJJ and Li Ji. Li Ji's spectacle position deserves a lol, but AngJJ just being there deserves a LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/853465804/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/853465804_6090c739b2_o.jpg" width="160" height="120" alt="Image040" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lame picture I took on a paper bag this old lady was carrying. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/853474568/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1038/853474568_41f055f9dc.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Sleep in class" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't everybody just love the lesson? Everybody is sooo interested in it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/853474548/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1215/853474548_4b0344d9c1.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image052" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of 4B noticeboard lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/853474542/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1287/853474542_0d5c33609e.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image048" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL RJC female toilet door. I was laughing like mad when I saw this until a few RJC people turned to stare at me. Memories XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/853465786/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1032/853465786_add0592ae2.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image037" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, as I am posting this picture, I am still laughing at this. Bala, in case anyone does not know (you can only not know her by the way, she is impossible to not notice), is a very very um, overweight Indian judoka, and is famous both in RI and RJC. While I did not expect the RJC people to really not laugh at her, this one really takes the cake. Such a big fat face XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New thing to note: 长的乳磨不利狗冰的懒  long breast cannot sharpen dog's icy dick.&lt;br /&gt;Just what does it mean? I'll tell you later.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm supporting the Kwan Must Die campaign. Bloody hell, I thought it was only me who was pissed with him until I heard about some 4G members getting damn pissed with him as well. Asking people to shift judo mats for you during their PE lesson is completely okay, and we do not mind - but barking at us like we are slaves is an entirely different matter. We are doing a favour to you by helping you shift the mats, so show your appreciation by not barking like a dog or whining that we never place the mats properly like a sissy. Seriously, I think he can be placed as No. 1 asshole in the PE department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, such things do not get the Ivan down, and I continue to live happily and not hand in homework as well -.-&lt;br /&gt;Coming back from supporting gym competition, the homework just rushes back at me in a tidal wave, with the majority coming from chinese (no surprise there, and I still do not respect it). Not going to be able to hand in everything due on time, and basically I think I can't really be bothered anymore. Bleah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. Chandru Mirpuri Gobindram. Figure it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5322971564458828994?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5322971564458828994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5322971564458828994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5322971564458828994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5322971564458828994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/eeii-ammx-girrllxx-n-eii-likeexx-too.html' title='eeii ammx girrllxx n eii likeexx too picx blogx ne~ -.-'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1392/853465746_a575dfab75_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-8661142843941004049</id><published>2007-07-15T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:05:36.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair checks.</title><content type='html'>With the hairchecks impending on Mondays, it has come to be what we dread and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair touching ear! FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;Hair crossing eyebrow! FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;Hair touching collar! FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;Anything exceeding just a LITTLE BIT! FAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such unreasonable expectations, like as if our hair truly reflects our character, the RIPB is like an army ready to pull people out of a line to send them to the shooting squad (i.e. to be booked).&lt;br /&gt;They say: "Your hair reflects your personal character." BULLSHIT. Look at leech. He has hair which was designed by placing a bowl on top of your head and simply shaving, or in other words, the now common - bowlcut. But he is still one of the craziest, gayest, lamest guys in class! How do you explain that, RIPB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do not fear. There is always hope for a better age - Auspicium Melioris Aevi. As everyone fears their hair being too long on Mondays and struggle to pull their hair back, I simply employ a few cheap tricks to cheat the prefects, which is why until today I remain demerit-point-FREE!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Old methods of evading prefects like hiding in the toilet simply do not work/require too much effort! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;While some of these methods might already be in use by some people, I am here to provide you with &lt;i&gt;new ideas &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;once your arsenal of weaponry against the RIPB is old and outdated. So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1) Keeping the rest of the hair short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;One of the main features of the hair which we try to keep long no matter what is the&lt;strong&gt; fringe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; It is a vital aesthetical portion of your hair - the rest can go to hell, but the fringe must remain long and stylish. As such, when you cut your hair, you can cut the rest of the hair short, but keep the fringe long. Therefore, when the prefect goes over to check your hair, human psychology will tell him to look at the&lt;i&gt; overall impression&lt;/i&gt; of the hair, overlooking your beautifully-long fringe, letting you get away with a pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Hiding behind another person&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the craziest tactics I have ever employed, and it worked for me for three long weeks of long overdue illegally-long hair before I   decided to just get it over with. Having a small build, this is indeed easier for me, as I pretend to talk to another person, at the same time constantly shielding myself from the prefect's point-of-view by hiding behind another person who has passable hair. As everyone knows, a prefect only goes down the line from one side of the line, and if you manage to evade his check, then you are able to pass despite having crazily-long hair. Also, using human psychology, when you are talking to another person, the prefect, who does not know you well enough, will then be too shy to ask you to stop talking and tell you that you failed, even if he did glance at your hair. While this is a gamble, it must be pulled off with sufficient skill and finesse for it to work effectively, so always also keep an eye on the prefect on whether he is gazing at you. If he is, then employ another method &lt;i&gt;as soon as possible&lt;/i&gt;, or you are in deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Frowning&lt;br /&gt;The fringe, as mentioned earlier, is an important aspect of the hair that a lot of prefects spend a lot of time looking out for. Some even take this so importantly that if you pass your fringe, your hair passes overall/can be let off with a warning. Therefore, in order to pass the fringe test, we must employ a method called frowning. You see, prefects use the eyebrows as a benchmark for whether your fringe passes or fails. If a single hair goes beyond the eyebrows, you fail. If all of them are kept neat and tidy within the forehead range, you pass. Simple as that. So when you frown, your eyebrows are therefore lowered, giving a greater range for your hair to pass. Some smarter prefects are able to see through this, however, so always keep caution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Double-edged sword: Telling the prefect to hurry up&lt;br /&gt;You see, the prefect always has doubts in his head as in whether to pass or fail you. It's normal, it's human psychology. Nobody can ever tell you that you fail without hesitation, unless you are somebody like Will Zhang. Therefore, this method uses this moment of doubt to it's advantage, causing the prefect to let you go off scott-free. Being among the first few in the class to be checked of course is an advantage as the prefect then has the mindset that there will definitely be others to fail at the back of the line. If you are at the back of the line, I advise you to NOT use this method, unless he has failed a lot of people already from the front and middle of the line. When the prefect gazes at you, you simply tell him to hurry up. Why is it a double-edged sword? This is due to the fact that you do not know what he is thinking about at the moment. He could be thinking of failing you, and when you tell him to hurry up, he might just accelerate that opinion and indeed hurry up in failing you. However, equally likely to happen is the thinking of passing you, and therefore you accelerate this opinion. However, it is still a very tough gamble, and it is advised not to use this unless you have no other options. Also, the character of the prefect comes into play as well. When you have somebody like Will Zhang who tries to fail people, then you do not use this method. When you have somebody like Chris Kwan who tries to pass people/plainly just slack, then this method is ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have employed these methods to great use, to the point of people around me going "WTF? How you pass when Foolai fail?" or something to that extent. Therefore, these methods must come with practice and of course, undeniably, luck. I wish everyone good luck in employing these methods, and hopefully, they might save you from the crosshairs of the shooting squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. These methods, while useful, are solely for entertainment purposes. I do not take responsibility for any failures, or any form of negative outcomes that may take place as a result of employing these tactics. Also, to the sole prefect who reads my blog, Shawn, you are free to use any counter to these methods on &lt;strong&gt;YOUR OWN CLASS. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do not spread the knowledge of these methods to your fellow shooting squad, er, I mean prefects, unless you wish to face the wrath of Ivan Chong and/or the class. Also, new methods are also employable in my head at any time, so it is advisable to not try anything funny by communication about these methods to any other prefects. Well, we have to pity 4D though. I envision a lot more failures coming from their class because of the leakage of these methods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8661142843941004049?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8661142843941004049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8661142843941004049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8661142843941004049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8661142843941004049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/hair-checks.html' title='Hair checks.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-182108660118943741</id><published>2007-07-13T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:16:50.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peer pressure.</title><content type='html'>I have not blogged for a long long time, partially because I'm lazy to, partially because I have many projects/games to attend to, and partially because everyone else did not blog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I saw everyone's blogs suddenly updated one day, I went all "OMG PEER PRESSURE" and here I am now blogging once again :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to gym today, and chose not to go watch Harry Potter because I did not watch the movies before it, and did not read all the books. Therefore, I was afraid of becoming lost in the myriad of mystical and enchanting elements within the storyline, which simply put, means wasting $8.&lt;br /&gt;So at the gym, leech, Zhihe, Jon Gan and I went to work out and try out all the different equipment, and it was really quite a fun experience. &lt;br /&gt;Training our wrists with 2.5 kg dumbbells, doing assisted chinups when I can do the real thing were all quite funny. leech was playing around with the weights and doing bicep curls with 2.5 kg dumbbells, while the rest of us were doing 5 kg and nearly died doing so. Then the other day we saw Romy (don't know how to spell) doing like one of the heaviest weights (17.5 kg or so) like as if it was a piece of paper he was lifting. &lt;br /&gt;Then our relief teacher was also running on the treadmill and doing weights like they were nothing. Seriously the PE teachers are mad.&lt;br /&gt;And the benefits they get are good too. Let's examine why:&lt;br /&gt;1) They work for as good as half a day&lt;br /&gt;2) They get the same pay as normal subject teachers&lt;br /&gt;3) They get free use of equipment&lt;br /&gt;4) The only teachers who can afford not to care about their students' grades&lt;br /&gt;5) The gym is right next to their office, so they can work out and then go do their work (or lack of it) very conveniently&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I'm becoming a PE teacher in RI. It's too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so over the past few days we had some random lessons in which we decided to show off some of our artistic talents: Biology and Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a Biology lab session:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/799951379/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1333/799951379_ba513cff5f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image009" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Carving my name into a sweat pea pod using a scalpel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a Social Studies discussion as to what Active Citizenry is, courtesy of Gene:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/799951415/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1231/799951415_54284bf5d8.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/799951509/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1323/799951509_4229bb0a16.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image036" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/799951483/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1202/799951483_a23facbbe2.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image012" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/799951433/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1267/799951433_a6b7229fcc.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image011" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say? Creativity FTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm hitting a dry spot and getting writer's block. Don't really know what to write now. Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. leech is a gay fag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-182108660118943741?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/182108660118943741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=182108660118943741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/182108660118943741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/182108660118943741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-have-not-blogged-for-long-long-time.html' title='Peer pressure.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1333/799951379_ba513cff5f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-1138516210957082961</id><published>2007-07-06T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T22:49:41.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Die? No.</title><content type='html'>It's been 5 days since I last posted. To all my lovely fans out there, which I can incidentally count with my fingers alone, I am not dead. To all my enemies out there who cannot wait to see me die, which incidentally I can count with the hair on my head, screw off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there are three reasons for not posting much recently:&lt;br /&gt;1) Too many damn projects (I'll talk about this later)&lt;br /&gt;2) Too many games - This is my nature, I cannot help it.&lt;br /&gt;3) Nothing to post - Life has been boring, and Youth Week does not make any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now let's look at the projects bit. I have done my research on other schools whom I have contacts in, and it turns out that they have 0-2 projects every year. For us, it comes to about 0-2 projects every MONTH. Talk about super contrast. 12:1. (Y) Anyway, because of the mountainous load of projects that we get, we hardly get time for anything else, while other schools actually get time to study. Talk about ironic, because it seems our "mugger" reputation isn't that true after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for too many games. Into the June holidays, I played DotA alot at first, and then I stumbled across Corum Online. That got me hooked for about two weeks, and then I went to my friend's blog and saw JX2 Online. Then I continued from then until now. It seems like when I stop one game, another game pops out of nowhere and grabs me by my hands. Then the game places my hands on the keyboard and mouse and force me to play them, which I kind of enjoy anyway =/&lt;br /&gt;Then some of my friends convinced me to try AuditionSEA. I thought it was relatively similar to O2Jam, which I once played, but damn I was soo wrong. Bottomline: I think I suck at it, although my friends tell me to start out slow first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to post. Seriously. What do you want to know? Distinction for New South Wales Science which is hailed as the collapse of the Dark League? The clothes I wore to school for Youth Week? The diarrhoea I'm facing these few days? Oh wait, those are actually potential topics, come to think of it =/&lt;br /&gt;The euphoria about the gym in our school was kind of weird, because we actually knew that there was a gym in our school, but we didn't go to see or use it. Then even Yitao and Qiwei went to the gym. Chee Yang was asking me why I didn't go to the gym, when even they went. Being the asshole I am, I of course have a response worthy to fit my title:&lt;br /&gt;"They go gym also cannot be stronger than me. Useless one la."&lt;br /&gt;But the same can be said for me and Jonny for example lol. It's just like different leagues. You don't see the Singaporean football team qualifying for the World Cup in 20 years' time, do you? Simply because it's impossible =/ So there lies the concept of being in different leagues. It's just a space that you cannot overcome. I cannot beat Jonny any time, but Yitao and Qiwei got potential to beat me. So do try hard. I'll be waiting in about 20 years' time. Jokes XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/738265513/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1159/738265513_7947f402de.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image008" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see that this is in a room, and yes that thing right there in the middle, is a &lt;span&gt;bird&lt;/span&gt;. So, a bird in an aircon room. That's weird enough. Then you look at your surroundings, and you are in a store called Popular in &lt;span&gt;Junction 8&lt;/span&gt;. How the hell did the bird get there in the first place? I guess it really knows how to enjoy life. And I should have taken a video of it, because shortly after taking this picture, the bird flew away and scared some of the female customers. Quite a funny scene indeed XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope  this post is not too long to be boring. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-1138516210957082961?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1138516210957082961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=1138516210957082961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1138516210957082961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1138516210957082961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/die-no.html' title='Die? No.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1159/738265513_7947f402de_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-3457402919760842150</id><published>2007-07-01T02:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:22:45.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No remorse.</title><content type='html'>Some events of note the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;We went to play pool, which is becoming something of a tradition during holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Form teacher: "And so, Thursday and Friday will be holiday due to staff training."&lt;br /&gt;Julian: *face brightens up* "Eh Cheng Han, want to pool?"&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Han aka Leech: *face brightens up in the exact same way as Julian* "Ya ok! Call everyone else!"&lt;br /&gt;Julian: "Eh Ivan you free?"&lt;br /&gt;Ivan: "I'm always free." - This is actually a fact. People say I'm busy playing, but usually thats bullshit. I'm always free to go out to play etc. Of course this is subject to my lovely parents giving their oh-so-powerful permission. But this shows that I am rather sad because of the fact that I'm always free. Oh well =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for our DMP module, which is to learn 3D modelling and animation with Maya. I give up.&lt;br /&gt;The lovely module gave me a headache on my very first lesson. The way they can do things is interesting, yea sure. DOING the bloody thing is a pain in the ass. I don't want to elaborate further, or else I would be reminded of this scar in my ass which will remain forever. Ten more weeks to go, yay!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am downloading Maya using torrent LOL. Watermark gone FTW (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this is about today, oh wait yesterday -.- As I am writing this post, it is 3.15 am in the morning. Oh well normal time for me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhihe, Jon Gan, Chee Yang, and I went to build our Greenwave project prototype. Jason did not come because of competition.&lt;br /&gt;Jon Gan, Chee Yang and I got into the school by climbing over the school gate because we were lazy to walk one big round to get to the main entrance. Then we went into the seminar room through the window, sneaking all the time to make sure nobody was looking. At this time I am pretty sure. My future job: ninja.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we built a prototype thing. And well as expected of the Dark League, we failed lol. So we spotted this hamster cage thing that would have worked well with our prototype. Therefore we put the two together, and voila it was working quite okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, tragedy struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys from the other seminar room where we got the hamster cage from came to tell us that that was their hamster cage. We were all going "Shit shit, what shall we do? Should we pay them? Run away? How? How?! HOW?!?!" So we were basically quite panicky, especially Jon Gan, because he probably had the greatest conscience among us. So we offered to pay those guys in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragedy No. 2 struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They explained to us that it was not being used, because the hamster in it actually died, so they were keeping it as a memento. Even my heart of bloody titanium was kind of dented abit by that. That hamster cage was priceless, but we just scavenged it for our project.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;You are dead. You are buried underground, with a gravestone above you. Somebody comes along and says, "Hey isn't that a marble gravestone? That's expensive man! Let's take it!" And they proceed to smash up your gravestone so they can take the marble. Damn... that hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Then the boys said it was okay in the end, so we went away while apologizing. Afterwards, Jon Gan was going on about this remorse thing, and it was really kind of bad for us to do such a thing. Then he went on to say that assassins are stronger mentally rather than physically because they can kill WITHOUT REMORSE.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, at that point in time, everyone was kind of feeling remorseful except me. I was actually telling Jon Gan to feel no remorse, otherwise we will just keep getting dragged back by that. Which further substantiates my point. My future job: ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is indeed sad what we did, but what's done is done. Call me an asshole or whatever, but it's actually a blessing in disguise that we took the cage, because then the boys would be able to move on without missing the hamster. Strictly my opinion though, others might think otherwise. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway let's just hope that their sacrifice was worth it, and our project would be a success. As much of an asshole as I am, I still want to say sorry for what we did, which was inexcusable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*switches tempo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Floor hockey training was held today as well, with the usual drills. But we actually had a soccer game as a warmup. Damn I LOVE this. We are actually getting CIP hours, and helping these children to train them up, while simultaneously doing something that we love very much - both soccer and floor hockey of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was lively, everyone was excited, and I think everyone had fun. And if everyone is having fun, then I say that the goal is accomplished. I hope everyone will have fun next week as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway let's end this marathon blogpost off with a picture that I took from the seminar room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/673933171/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1153/673933171_55b98c7663.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image006" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually Raffles Got Talent, but I kind of peeled off part of the G so it read Raffles CoT* Talent. It seems cooler this way, and gets rid of the broken English. Works well both ways, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*If you do not know what CoT is, then it is not for you to know. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-3457402919760842150?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3457402919760842150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=3457402919760842150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3457402919760842150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/3457402919760842150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-remorse.html' title='No remorse.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1153/673933171_55b98c7663_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-7376400182944650149</id><published>2007-06-27T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T20:12:27.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My greatest weapon.</title><content type='html'>I didn't realise that people were actually so scared of my Shenzhang (神掌). I mean, people knew that Shenzhang was painful. People knew that my Shenzhang was painful. But I never knew that they would be so scared of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An actual conversation between me and Fang Tong:&lt;br /&gt;(pi) FEED THE WORLD™ (^) feeedtheworld.blogspot.com sends C:\Chinese\final survey.doc&lt;br /&gt;(pi) FEED THE WORLD™ (^) feeedtheworld.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;help me do survey&lt;br /&gt;[ Ŧ ™,Strength and Honour] (F) 简单，没有伤害 says:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;[ Ŧ ™,Strength and Honour] (F) 简单，没有伤害 says:&lt;br /&gt;u think i got time?&lt;br /&gt;[ Ŧ ™,Strength and Honour] (F) 简单，没有伤害 says:&lt;br /&gt;GAMING NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;(pi) FEED THE WORLD™ (^) feeedtheworld.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;[ Ŧ ™,Strength and Honour] (F) 简单，没有伤害 says:&lt;br /&gt;Tiberrian Sun&lt;br /&gt;[ Ŧ ™,Strength and Honour] (F) 简单，没有伤害 says:&lt;br /&gt;dun disturb&lt;br /&gt;(pi) FEED THE WORLD™ (^) feeedtheworld.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;do it or u will get the shenzhang of ur life the next time i see u&lt;br /&gt;Transfer of "final survey.doc" is complete.&lt;br /&gt;(pi) FEED THE WORLD™ (^) feeedtheworld.blogspot.com says:&lt;br /&gt;good boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. The above shows an ultimate fear of Shenzhang. And later he did the survey anyhow, so I told him to do it properly. Then he requested for one year immunity from Shenzhang. Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore we bargained and came to a deal at one month. Now whenever I see him in school, he keeps shaking his ass in front of me to taunt me that I cannot Shenzhang him. I tell him that if he keeps doing that, after the one month is over I shall obliterate his ass. He said he won't do it again. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case all of you are blur, Shenzhang is the act of whacking another person's ass. Weird, I know but it became a class tradition back in the days of Sec 1 and 2. We were in the wackiest class, and well Shenzhang was one of the many trademarks of our class. Armpit, G-Force, Cousin Man, Pili Pala Zhang... Ah... I'm starting to miss the ol' days already.&lt;br /&gt;My version of a Shenzhang if you all did not know is Bianpao Shenzhang (Firecracker Palm), which is known more for its extremely loud volume rather than the pain. Of course, the pain is still crazy, and somebody I did it on back in Sec 2 could not sit for one whole hour. LOL all the Sec 2s in my class should be able to guess who it was.&lt;br /&gt;The original name of it is Rulai Shenzhang, which was inspired by Kungfu Hustle which was really popular at that time, and soon more variations of it came out, an example being mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I really want to post the AngJJ video here, but then I scared later RI come and chase me for posting a video which depicts the action of "hurting another pupil" LOL. Desmond Tan FTW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-7376400182944650149?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7376400182944650149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=7376400182944650149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7376400182944650149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/7376400182944650149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-greatest-weapon.html' title='My greatest weapon.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-4606016572913302172</id><published>2007-06-25T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:07:28.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>True friend test... not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/620681"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/620681/1.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of FAILING HORRIBLY for Melody's test, I have decided to create one of my own to see how my own friends would fare.&lt;br /&gt;But seeing as I do have a lack of friends who will try this test in the first place, it might take a few days to even fill this board up. Oh well =/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway do not worry about what score you get. I just want everyone to know that everyone is a lovely friend of mine and  is greatly cherished. *cannot believe how mushy I am*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway most importantly, have fun with this little test of mine! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-4606016572913302172?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4606016572913302172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=4606016572913302172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/4606016572913302172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/4606016572913302172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/true-friend-test-not.html' title='True friend test... not.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-2268590400016209334</id><published>2007-06-24T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T21:39:14.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School is restarting.</title><content type='html'>Do the holidays feel very much like school to you? My friend's MSN nick made very good sense: "The irony is that the RI peeps are already feeling tired before the school actually reopens". We all share the same sentiments, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is counting the homework which we have not done. People at the beginning of the holidays wrote down a list of homework filling up an A4 paper. Could we have finished it? I highly doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;People at the beginning of the holidays were so filled with fervour over the fact that the holidays have arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://onlineqda.hud.ac.uk/Step_by_step_software/CAQDAS_data_prep/images/arrow.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://onlineqda.hud.ac.uk/Step_by_step_software/CAQDAS_data_prep/images/arrow.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fast forward to the end of the holidays. People are filled with desperation, fear, fatigue and all the various symptoms of holiday homework. Is this what a holiday is really meant to be like? Filled with anxiety and depression? Left with no time to do what we really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Case in point: Blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At the beginning of the holidays, the blogposts came fast and furious. Some people even posted multiple times in a day. That is because people were filled with the &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; that there was time. When &lt;i&gt;reality strikes, &lt;/i&gt;or your load of homework falls on top of you, you are left gasping for air, gasping for more time, gasping for&lt;i&gt; survival. &lt;/i&gt;Now people are left with absolutely no mood to blog, no mood to do anything rather. This is what Gene said in an actual conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;farrkK says:&lt;br /&gt;my blog is dead&lt;br /&gt;farrkK says:&lt;br /&gt;dun feel like posting atm&lt;br /&gt;farrkK says:&lt;br /&gt;i no mood to post&lt;br /&gt;farrkK says:&lt;br /&gt;cos sch restarting&lt;br /&gt;farrkK says:&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;farrkK says:&lt;br /&gt;depressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sad how people can stop having a mood to do anything because of the looming of our deathday, or rather school reopening?&lt;br /&gt;This is sad, as I think people from other schools face similar stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thinking on the bright side, how bad can it get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can only get &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;worse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-2268590400016209334?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2268590400016209334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=2268590400016209334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2268590400016209334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/2268590400016209334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/school-is-restarting.html' title='School is restarting.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-5008499631103384346</id><published>2007-06-23T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T22:39:08.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Trinity Youth Sports Carnival '07</title><content type='html'>So today I went for the above-mentioned carnival to represent the "Youth Wardens" team because my friend Cornelius could not find enough people for the team (and don't start giving me the crap about 滥竽充数). Ironic because among the entire team, there were only 2 wardens and the rest were just friends =/. As such I could not make it in time for the floor hockey training held at Chao Yang. So really sorry Jason and Chee Yang about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we got signed up for soccer, basketball and captain's ball, and I think I got sunburnt because the sun hates me for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;Soccer - We got our ass handed to us, because the other teams were freaking pros -.- They had their own jerseys and football boots, and we wore simple t-shirts and sneakers, so yea the difference was there. Volareh beat us 3-0 so that was the end of our soccer road.&lt;br /&gt;Basketball - We were initially supposed to get walkovers until we win because nobody else signed up except us. But last minute two teams signed up. So we won our first match and was supposed to play the finals, but were given a walkover - because the opponent was Volareh, whom I guessed were too freaking tired to play on.&lt;br /&gt;Captain's ball - Two teams signed up. We lost. 2nd place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we shared the prizes and I managed to get a hamper back home, which was intended to be 2nd prize for captain's ball for the &lt;i&gt;entire team&lt;/i&gt;. So yea you can say I'm a koper =X&lt;br /&gt;Then I also took one envelope containing two Golden Village movie vouchers, and this time I took my fair share because it was split fairly among the team. Cornelius took the trophy because he's team captain, Yew Jin took 4 movie vouchers for himself and took 2 for Nigel who left early, and Ryn took 4 to share between him and Ric who played earlier. The rest left really really early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my RI friends who do not know &lt;strong&gt;who the hell &lt;/strong&gt;those people I mentioned above are, there are always pictures for you to drool at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/600687732/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1358/600687732_e229468bfd.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image055" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The hamper, with multiple prizes included.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/600687766/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1383/600687766_2fcddba317.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image061" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The stuff inside the hamper. Included are chocolates, Mamee, chrysanthemum tea, assorted cereals, and a Nike water bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/600687750/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1325/600687750_ec696b6f73.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image056" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This was also in the hamper, but due to its uber cuteness, it deserves a picture on its own. Awww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got injured also on my left knee. Was playing captain's ball when the overzealous me&lt;br /&gt;went crazy and decided to chiong for the ball to intercept the pass. And then, a girl suddenly came between me and the ball, so I was caught between a dilemma on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;Evil side: You know you want to fall on her to use her as a cushion to break your fall. Besides, its her fault for coming between you and the ball.&lt;br /&gt;Good side: Nooo, you are a gentleman Ivan. You must do what a gentleman does and move to the side to evade her! Besides, she's so boney anyway, falling on her also will pain!&lt;br /&gt;Evil side: Ah shut up, better than falling embarrassingly on my left side just to save her from her fault.&lt;br /&gt;Good side: NOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;*poof*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the gentlemanly side of Ivan won at the end of the day, and I fell to my left rather awkwardly, and of course scratched myself. Ow. Then all the plasters and bandages at the First Aid Department could not work, because:&lt;br /&gt;1) I was sweaty&lt;br /&gt;2) The wounds were on my knee&lt;br /&gt;3) The bandages just suck -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here's the picture of my wound just to show you (it isn't actually that big):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/600687788/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1346/600687788_2245a19533.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image053" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pretty cool eh? My blood clot is still bright red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yep that's that for the day. Bye people! And yea once again sorry Jason and Chee Yang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5008499631103384346?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5008499631103384346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5008499631103384346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5008499631103384346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5008499631103384346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/holy-trinity-youth-sports-carnival-07.html' title='Holy Trinity Youth Sports Carnival &apos;07'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1358/600687732_e229468bfd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-9047723409960800960</id><published>2007-06-22T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T02:27:18.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure has never been this bad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn I failed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong I failed plenty of things, which comes pretty naturally as the leader of the Dark League - Maths, Chemistry, Physics, chinese (I still do not respect it), Biology... and the like. Now that I look back at my glorious past, I do realise that I have failed alot of things, and will leave a legacy with my untouchable grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, however, I failed something else. No not any academic subjects, I'm used to that. I failed something else. Now Ivan Chong does not fail anything except in the academic field.&lt;br /&gt;Do I fail in sports? No.&lt;br /&gt;Do I fail in CLE? No. (That might very well change if its the veggie marking it. Along with "Interpersonal relationships - Excellent" for the class outcast.)&lt;br /&gt;Do I fail in Philosophy? No. Oh wait... yes. I failed my CCT. But that's a different story. And it is an academic subject anyway, come to think about it, so yea I think failing Philosophy is justifiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, Ivan Chong rarely, if not doesn't, fail in any non-academic sphere. So what did you fail? What did you fail so badly, Ivan Chong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about fail so badly, I fail lots of my academic subjects, but most of them are at the borderline. An example? Chemistry I got 17/35.&lt;br /&gt;I usually do not fail so badly. But this time, this time I failed bad. I failed it &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; bad. And so, I got used to borderline failing. When a REAL failure pops up, I am shocked. Doubly shocked if you add in the fact that it's non-academic. Triply shocked if the failure is about &lt;span&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of you must be like "Ah shut the hell up and tell us what you failed."&lt;br /&gt;You see here, I did not fail anything.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; failed! Which is pretty hard to explain, really. But the key point remains - I failed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: "So... how badly did you fail Ivan?"&lt;br /&gt;Ivan: "As badly as &lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bethle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hem kthxbai."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-9047723409960800960?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9047723409960800960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=9047723409960800960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/9047723409960800960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/9047723409960800960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/failure-has-never-been-this-bad.html' title='Failure has never been this bad.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-5034714089584990355</id><published>2007-06-18T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T04:05:48.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Ric!</title><content type='html'>Actually technically speaking, I am writing this as of 3am the next day, so this blogpost is one day late. But who cares? Certainly not I, and certainly not Ric or my church friends who do not read this blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we went to Ric's house for his birthday party. I got there and met my church friends, and then went along to pick up a few of my ex-primary school friends. With me exuding &lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Super-friendly Ivan Aura™&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, of course we caught up to each other quickly and started chatting and talking cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From St. Pat's the old friends I met were: Irwin, Samuel&lt;br /&gt;From St. Joseph's: William (OMFG HE'S TALLER THAN ME! I AM HUMILIATED!), Edgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Ric my birthday present, which was a soccer ball. Price is undisclosed. Why did I pick soccer ball? Three reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1) From the last time, he said that he had to borrow his cousin's ball so we could play soccer. From there I inferred that he had no soccer ball of his own.&lt;br /&gt;2) When I called him and asked him what we were to be doing at his party, he said he didn't know. So maybe a soccer ball would lift some of the boredom.&lt;br /&gt;3) If I give him a ball, I can suan him by saying &lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he has no balls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I had to buy for him. But of course, the gentlemanly Ivan just would not say such coarse stuff, and I didn't follow through with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after talking some cock, we (St. Pat's clique and I) felt hungry, and launched into our eating. The food on the menu - bee hoon, chicken wings (felt abit uncooked. never mind no diarrhoea yet), satay, and ice cubes. Yes, ice cubes. The ice cubes were shaped in stars, some random shapes, and hearts. So we were having fun laughing at those people with &lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;relationship scandals&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who ate the heart-shaped ice cubes. Cornelius quickly spit out his heart-shaped cube lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were saying that this could be a way of confession.&lt;br /&gt;Put the ice cube in your mouth, and go "I *show ice cube in your mouth* you". Kind of creative actually. Might do that as some kind of confession to a girl in the future. The far future. The very far future. The never-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to talk to my old friend William and told him I could thrash him in table tennis now. He seemed psychologically rattled, but regained his composure by claiming he wants to play with me one of these days and defeat me soundly to prove me wrong. I'll be waiting :D&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked about the past (our primary school days), the present (now, duh.), and the future (future aims, what jc we want to go to. i'm basically stuck.). With that, I left the SJI clique. By the way, they kind of had a shocked look when I told them I was from RI. Typical, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went along to sing birthday song, take pictures etc. Then came to traditional tossing of the birthday boy into the pool, courtesy of the SJI guys. Then the church girls came along and tried to toss cake into his face. They partially succeeded, but Ric came to take revenge &lt;span&gt;repeatedly&lt;/span&gt; by forcing the cake into their faces. Kind of looked like rape. The St. Pat's clique were commenting on how Ric will be a future rapist. I think the way he did it really made him look like one. He's not reading this anyway so I can say what I want hehe :D Anyway the people he raped: Clarissa, Melody (Actually you two brought it upon yourselves. Knowing Ric, he MUST and WILL take revenge. That vengeful fella...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then well, after that, no offence but it was boring. Nothing to do but play songs from our handphones. I personally did not play, but the other guys did. Their types of songs were:&lt;br /&gt;- Techno (courtesy of Irwin the Ah Beng)&lt;br /&gt;- Emo (Jon Chow - I was going crazy listening to these songs. Happy mood will also turn sad)&lt;br /&gt;- Metal (Almost everyone else. Yucks, totally not my taste. *JANGG JANG JANG* *Sore throat voice RAWR RAWR* Very nice meh? Not for me.)&lt;br /&gt;- Advertisement songs (Delson, Samuel, Irwin - IIII CAN GIVE YOU GATSBYYY GATSBYY GATSBYYY)&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stand the boredom, and the church girls left also, so no more teasing around. All guys play truth or dare also not fun. So we went to the playground to climb around. Then Ric came along and said he would play truth or dare with us. So we sat down, and then he went away to settle some stuff. He pangseh-ed us, and we were left FREAKING BORED, until we even went to do commando push-ups for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/561153536/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1079/561153536_2481ab8d1b.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image056" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Falling asleep at the playground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we decided to leave for home, after waiting for Ric to return, because we decided that we should not just pangseh him like that. Should at least notify the poor guy that we were leaving first. So all of us waited half an hour for him to come back, before telling him we were leaving. Kind of dumb, thinking back about it. Waste time only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it was indeed quite boring, I think we cannot blame the birthday boy, because after all there were so many people, and he was busy trying to entertain them all. While he could have done more to entertain us (like bastarding Fabian. HE WAS FREAKING WILLING TO BE BASTARD-ED! YOU SHOULD HAVE TAKEN THE CHANCE!), I guess that's all that can be expected of him. This type of person, cannot expect much one la huh? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took the same bus as Fabian home, and talked about some relationship stuff, and whether we would be holding birthday parties as well. He said he can hold because his birthday is right after 'O' levels and 'N' Levels finish. Lucky him. Mine is right smack in the middle of everything, so yea no celebration for me I guess. Same as every year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after this MARATHON POST, the bottomline is: Happy birthday Ric! Be a good sixteen year old boy ok? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5034714089584990355?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5034714089584990355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5034714089584990355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5034714089584990355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5034714089584990355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-ric.html' title='Happy birthday Ric!'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1079/561153536_2481ab8d1b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-6755815008053425369</id><published>2007-06-14T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T19:27:32.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday.</title><content type='html'>Everyone is posting all their "OMG two weeks of holiday is over OMG I got shitload of homework/project/assignment/performance task to do" posts now, so I figured, "Hey, why be different?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the amount of homework is unprecedented that's for sure. Throughout Sec 1, 2 and 3, we have not received this amount of homework all at once before. In fact I think the holiday homework we got (note I do not use the word "received", mainly because it's not welcome) in Sec 1 and Sec 2 &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;combined&lt;/span&gt; cannot even match up to our homework now. &lt;br /&gt;Shawn said it's because its the last time they can give us holiday homework so they're spamming us now. There's no reason to disagree with that statement, because after all we endured 3 years of shit, so why not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;drop the biggest piece of shit&lt;/span&gt; on us during our last year? Makes sense right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also with deep regret, however, that I have absolutely no motivation to do any work at all. ANY. The fact that I forgot all the Maths formulae, the Physics theories, the chinese*... (Oh wait, I never knew chinese* in the first place) is not helping matters. I actually have to re-study everything to do the homework, which is not something on top of my list now because there are SOOOO many more fun things to be done (ie. dota dota and dota =D). Anyway with this kind of motivation to do homework, of course the homework meter still stands at 0%, which is kind of sad considering how people have finished/are close to finishing. I see people's MSN nicks going: "Two weeks are over, it's time to wake up" I read it and think that I really have to wake up and start doing some stuff, but the hours just whizz by when I'm at my computer, and it's just irreversible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do have to wake up soon, I know that. But even though I say that, the procrastinator within me is still overpowering me.&lt;br /&gt;Ivan: "OK TOMORROW I MUST CHIONG HOMEWORK ALREADY!"&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinator Ivan: *turns on computer* "Ahhh yes... dota... Homework can be left to tomorrow I guess."&lt;br /&gt;My willpower is ebbing away, in stark contrast with the number of days left to actually do the homework and the sky-high piles of homework that lie before me, undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* - Do note that I listed chinese without the big C, which just goes to show the massive disregard I have for it. It's like as if I know one language, or I'd even consider the limited knowledge I have of Japanese over my knowledge of chinese, and call Japanese my second language. Yes, it's that bad. &lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, chinese drops the biggest piece of shit on us. Great, so long and thanks for the fish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-6755815008053425369?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6755815008053425369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=6755815008053425369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6755815008053425369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6755815008053425369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/holiday.html' title='Holiday.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-5157853427135414133</id><published>2007-06-10T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:58:51.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatsby Parody</title><content type='html'>Oh my god. I laughed at this until I nearly fell off the freaking chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhg93XNY2-0&amp;mode=related&amp;search="&gt;Gatsby Parody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch first before reading the below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously this is undescribably funny. Cue all the drama, the bleach music, the turning of the camera angle, and then suddenly out pops the classical "IIIIIIIIII CAN GIVE YOU GATSBYYYYYYYYY GATSBYYYYYYYYYYY GATSBYYYYYYYYYYYY". Oh my god I think I nearly died from laughing too much.&lt;br /&gt;The second part at first I didn't watch much. Then I watched it the second time, and I saw the freaking second part of the advertisement, the rubbing face part. I LOL-ed again until I just had to spread this. Damn this is seriously funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Something I didn't notice until today - on closer inspection, at the second part of the video, the guy who asked the "What happened?" was EATING GATSBY WAX! LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden interest in Gatsby commercials and stuff related to them? I have no idea. It's just too funny and random to resist XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway happy birthday Abigail! Hope you enjoy your life as a sixteen year old from now on =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5157853427135414133?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5157853427135414133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5157853427135414133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5157853427135414133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5157853427135414133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/gatsby-parody.html' title='Gatsby Parody'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-441918254946522763</id><published>2007-06-09T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T03:48:36.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gatsby Commercial.</title><content type='html'>IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII CAN GIVE YOU GATSBYYYYYY... GATSBYYYYYYYY.... GATSBYYYYYYY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NILGjQcSCeQ"&gt;Gatsby Commercial YouTube Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/536244746/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1324/536244746_b9b33e015b_m.jpg" width="240" height="208" alt="gatsby" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;Face getting kneaded like dough&lt;/span&gt; (supposed to be rubber)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at this commercial like crazy when it first came out. Totally no link, seriously damn funny method of promoting their product. But then again, looking at the past - "If you're happy and you know it you clap your hair *clap clap*", I think this advertisement is already less lame LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I writing about this? Because for some reason the song keeps playing in my head (looks like it's objective is met o.o), and because it keeps playing on TV, which is why I keep laughing like a madman. Watch all the boring advertisements, and then out pops "IIIIII CAN GIVE YOU GATSBYYYYY". Confirm laugh like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Gatsby commercials... always something to look forward to in a sea of uninteresting advertisements.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-441918254946522763?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/441918254946522763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=441918254946522763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/441918254946522763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/441918254946522763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/gatsby-commercial.html' title='Gatsby Commercial.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1324/536244746_b9b33e015b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-6692735943015736284</id><published>2007-06-08T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:22:15.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures are not worthy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When I look at my blog, and I see my face right up there in high resolution, I think - Are pictures really worth a thousand words?&lt;br /&gt;When I look at other people's blogs (i.e. Gene's), other than his works of art, he does not place any pictures. Yet it engages the reader so well to the point of me thinking - Are pictures really worth a thousand words?&lt;br /&gt;When I look at all the great books of the world, I see words, words and more words. Yet they are able to engage the reader and encapsulate the essence of what they want to convey using words, making me think - Are pictures really worth a thousand words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly do not know what I am writing about now, so just ignore the above reflection. The inspiration for that probably came from looking at my own face on my blog and thinking, "WTF AM I DOING POSTING THIS UP?!"&lt;br /&gt;Damn I'm completely random nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Ironman Ivan has almost recovered from his illness and has 90% unblocked nose. Ironically, this came from 2 straight days of sleeping at 4+. No not pm, its &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt;. Yea I do not know how I do it, but I think my biological clock has been turned upside down. I am now very nocturnal *hoot-hoot* (haha!), and can be found at my computer almost 16/7. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I seriously need to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of going out, now that I have recovered, I am ready to pool, soccer, basketball, swim, shop, tennis, table tennis, dota (oh wait I've been doing this all the time :/), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Ivan, what about your homework?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What homework?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-6692735943015736284?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6692735943015736284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=6692735943015736284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6692735943015736284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6692735943015736284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/pictures-are-not-worthy.html' title='Pictures are not worthy.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-8702381146128620752</id><published>2007-06-06T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:37:33.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Revisited</title><content type='html'>Went to, or rather attempted to go to Wild Wild Wet today with Jon Gan as part of our Singapore Revisited Geography assignment. This experience has taught me  two lessons: Always check about the info of the place you are going beforehand, and always have a backup plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Checking out the info&lt;br /&gt;The only piece of info we failed to check up upon - the entrance fee. And ultimately, it was the entrance fee that struck Wild Wild Wet off our list - oh wait we only have Wild Wild Wet on our list. So what happens now? D.I.E. Death of Individual Ego (talking shit =/) The price was an exorbitant $12.90 - and that's for entrance alone. $12.90... I wouldn't even spend $12.90 to gain entrance to Buckingham Palace unless they gave me a free lunch and souvenir, and they expected me to pay $12.90 to gain entrance to a chance of drowning. No thank you siree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Backup plan&lt;br /&gt;After striking Wild Wild Wet off our list, we looked at our list and saw BLANK. So realizing that we had no backup plan, Jon Gan came up with some lame ideas. Then he kept praising CHIJMES to the heavens, and when we got there, let's just say that the number of people there could be counted with fingers and toes. So we went to the nearby Raffles City, and took a couple of pictures. Not a bad turnout - but overall deserves a great big meh. Camwhore position #1*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/531731302/" title="Raffles City"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1263/531731302_d0c6f11d25.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image059" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we decided that Raffles City might not be that suitable, and went to VivoCity. There we took a few pictures again, and of course camwhored again*:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8523622@N05/531731310/" title="VivoCity"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1289/531731310_0695ff5ba1.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Image062" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ended our journey. I actually wanted to go walk around more, but poor Jon Gan lacked the shopping stamina (which I was trained in due to my family background as ninja shoppers with turbo legs and perfect eyesight) so we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* - We did not camwhore for the fun of it. I personally do not like camwhoring, but for the sake of proving we were there, I was forced against my mortal will and had to undergo the agony and  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;embarrassment&lt;/span&gt; of looking like camwhores. Two &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;guy&lt;/span&gt; camwhores in fact. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I'm having a TERRIBLE bout of flu now. It's terrible. My nose is like a fire hose (you know, those kind used by firemen to put out fires like 12 stories high), making it blocked and runny. I keep sneezing every 30 seconds until I feel like my brains are going to come out via a sneeze. It's also making me abit feverish. This is not good. I AM IRONMAN IVAN. I WILL NOT FALL SICK. RAWR! *ah-choo* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-8702381146128620752?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8702381146128620752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=8702381146128620752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8702381146128620752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/8702381146128620752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/singapore-revisited.html' title='Singapore Revisited'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1263/531731302_d0c6f11d25_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1408534044458242821.post-4243590181122552618</id><published>2007-06-04T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T12:22:48.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>So, I am back from my trip to Malaysia - four gruelling days of both torture and happiness. Why torture? Let's just say it's like a boot camp for all wannabe shoppers who want to keep up with girls. We walked till I could feel the lactic acid dissolving my feet, and I started to view the "chair" as a symbol of evil, because once you sit on it, you will never want to stand up and continue walking again. As a result, I kept walking around without sitting and it was really more effective.&lt;br /&gt;Why happiness? Well you get to buy stuff, why not feel happy about it? Not that I bought alot, and the funny thing is that I bought everything on the first day, the rest of the days were spent on mindless walking to accompany the women. When women go shopping, their legs become turbo-charged and their eyes go from 500 degrees to 0 degrees, so that they can spot every single sale or discount that there is and use their legs to rush there - always remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead of talking about it day-to-day, I shall talk about some aspects that were extraordinary about my trip:&lt;br /&gt;1) Snoring&lt;br /&gt;Ok so this is killer #1. The first few nights it was not all that bad, but the last night was a killer. We all shared one room (me, my father and mother, my sister and my auntie), so that's 5 of us squeezing into one teeny-weeny room (I've seen worse. A malay family was squeezing about 7-8 people into one room. I simply cannot imagine...), resulting in some of us sleeping on the floor. But I digress. My father and auntie were like singing a duet - a very &lt;i&gt;audible&lt;/i&gt; duet at that. Sometimes they sang together, sometimes they took turns. And they took turns with accuracy. One begins the moment the other stops. It was so bad that I gave up on sleeping and proceeded to watch TV until I feel asleep about 3 hours later (watching Star Wars LOL). Was it so bad? Let's just say that each one of them is comparable to that of Symphony BR, the keyword here being EACH. Yea, that should give you a rough estimate of the horror of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The bus&lt;br /&gt;Ok this one is humourous. The taxis in Malaysia can refuse to give you a ride, citing reasons like "jam" or something like that. So we were caught in a situation like that, and had to take &lt;i&gt;the bus. &lt;/i&gt;We were squeezing in together with all the locals - malays and indians. Everything was proceeding as normal, until the bus driver decided to say something in malay, the only recognisable word being "immigration". Now we were unsure about where we were heading - after all this is a foreign bus, and this just served to make us even more scared. Now the funny part comes. Some people on the bus &lt;i&gt;responded, &lt;/i&gt;"Tak-ada!" The bus driver could not hear it properly, so he asked them to answer again. "Tak-ada!" Then the bus driver heard the reply and went "kkk." Now, WTF! Being used to the Singaporean mode of transport, where NO communication is made at all - unless its some person coming on to ask for directions - I am of course shocked at this. I mean, a bus is a bus. It's job is to bring you along a set route, not like choose between different places or something. Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;Bus driver: "So do you want to go to Pasir Ris or Jurong?"&lt;br /&gt;People - majority: "Pasir Ris!"&lt;br /&gt;People - minority: "Jurong!"&lt;br /&gt;Bus driver: "Ok the majority voted for Pasir Ris, so we are going there. No complaints."&lt;br /&gt;People - minority: "..."&lt;br /&gt;What is the world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The road trip&lt;br /&gt;The road trip TO Malaysia was okay, but the road trip BACK was a killer for my ass. Put shenzhang, kancho, and all ass-abusing activities together, and you get the feeling I was getting back then. We were stuck in this multiple pile-up jam, which was caused by a combination of heavy rain and speeding. The jam stretched for freaking miles and a marathon runner could probably get past that stretch faster than a car. Stuck in there for 2 hours, moving a grand distance of about 1 km, of course my ass was going to feel the strain. And with my auntie being a little oversized, yea. I think you get the point. My ass was &lt;i&gt;flattened&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;drained of blood&lt;/i&gt;. The feeling lasted until the next morning, where it suddenly disappeared. Ah, the wonders of sleeping. Maybe Gene was right after all. But I'm still not going to follow it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are trembling now, probably to go along this route:&lt;br /&gt;C:/Anime/Bleach/Bleach_-_ 127.rmvb&lt;br /&gt;Yea Bleach withdrawal symptoms are back. Must go watch it now bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-4243590181122552618?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4243590181122552618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=4243590181122552618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/4243590181122552618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/4243590181122552618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-1341195545969056560</id><published>2007-05-29T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T01:33:42.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping at Orchard</title><content type='html'>So today, or rather yesterday (the habit of posting blog updates after midnight astounds even myself) I went with my sister and her friend (or rather a mutual friend) to Orchard to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while we walked at Wisma Atria, as usual it was mostly girls shopping for their stuff and the guy being semi-transparent. It seems weird when I compare the behaviour of my sister and her friend to me and my friends. They are sort of formal with each other, and very "quiet-ish", so to speak. When they speak, its in soft, polite tones, and when they laugh its in giggles or just small laughs with their mouths covered. Now lets compare that to my friends (not just guys mind you). They are totally not formal with each other, talking about some weird stuff like, well, O_o and are the total exact opposite of quiet-ish. When they speak, its in highly audible (mildy speaking) tones and when they laugh, it's like as if Charlie Chaplin got reincarnated and appeared before us or something. Well I don't know what I prefer actually. It's kind of more "peaceful" to be with my sister and her friend, but it's more "fun" being with my friends. Oh well =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I drew &lt;span&gt;FIRST BLOOD&lt;/span&gt;. I bought two shirts for a grand price of: Guess :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are the pictures of the two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/207/518169092_ee80e916e3.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shirt No. 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/223/518169104_d894675bc9.jpg?v=0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shirt No. 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh all you want at my shitty camera or my LOL BEDSHEETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of ironic how the guy draws first blood. It's like always the girls who get to see what THEY want or what THEY want to buy or what THEY want to do. But oh wait, that's the experience I got with my female friends. Maybe my sister and her friend are more considerate o.o&lt;br /&gt;Then as I told my sister about the first blood thing, she said, "That's the only blood that you'll be drawing." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing about my sister and her friend is that they do not spend like they are daughters of Bill Gates, and are more "swifty"(LOL!) than the rest. The bad thing is that as a result I had to walk around. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, they bought some shirts as well, and I nearly died from hunger :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-1341195545969056560?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1341195545969056560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=1341195545969056560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1341195545969056560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/1341195545969056560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/shopping-at-orchard.html' title='Shopping at Orchard'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-5411023424300065871</id><published>2007-05-27T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:50:42.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Founder's Day</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot to mention Founder's Day yesterday, Saturday 26th May 2006 9am-12pm.&lt;br /&gt;What can I say anyway? Last year of school makes no difference. All around me I hear "Aiya last year already might as well just go. Later come out of RI never experience Founder's Day/detention/Cross Country/Swimming Carnival/Track and Field Finals etc. before... so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lau kui&lt;/span&gt; (meaning embarrassing)." But hey, if I take things in my stride and think that it is the last year after all and it would be good for me to go to those mentioned above, then one major component would be wasted - TIME. Yes, and Founder's Day is no difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took half an hour to finally get the event under way, with RICO performing their piece. I thought it sounded not bad, except for a few weird sounding parts, but then again to the untrained ear it might actually be correct so who knows? And then the presenting of prizes... THIS GUY WAS GAY. 6 PRIZES TO HIS NAME. But Daniel Chew is even more gay. At Sec 3 he already got 7 prizes -.-&lt;br /&gt;Singing of the song, me and Zhihe were singing super loud on purpose. Saw alot of people turn behind to look at us so we kept singing to show it was us :D And then the guest of honour went to speak and honestly speaking, it was freaking boring. I was trying to place my book in such a position to block my head from Teo Chai Yaw's view, but it was even more tiring to hold the book in place than to just sit there and stone. Speaking of Teo Chai Yaw,&lt;br /&gt;TCY: "Good morning Angels."&lt;br /&gt;Angels: "Good morning Chai Yaw!" LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Pirates of the Carribean: At World's End. Was really quite a nice show, but with perceivably less of the humour than its predecessors. Me and leech were commenting on all the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt; we could do in the darkness of the theatre and nobody would know. No stop thinking dirty, we meant eating our smuggled KFC in the theatre D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea and about Friday's pool session, I shall just mention this one sentence which left me laughing for 3-5 minutes, until I could even feel the lactic acid from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Adriel Tay a.k.a. Duck: "God bless this ball."&lt;br /&gt;*Attempts a jump ball, hitting it out of the table*&lt;br /&gt;Might not seem funny when you read it but its got to be experienced to really laugh at it. The way Adriel did it was just so comical and random. Oh well, pool trips always leave me with something to reminisce about. Looking forward to next time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-5411023424300065871?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5411023424300065871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=5411023424300065871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5411023424300065871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/5411023424300065871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/founders-day.html' title='Founder&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-6714142436144433097</id><published>2007-05-27T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T00:36:21.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction to wuxia shows.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I last blogged, like what, 3 days?&lt;br /&gt;Well it's not without reason. I've been busy with stuff. Now before you let your thoughts run wild or think, "OMGOMG IVAN IS DOING HOMEWORK ROFLOLOL!!1oneeleven!", you must call to mind my personality and drag yourself back to earth. It is impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what have I been doing? 神雕侠侣/Return of the Condor Heroes-ing it is! I actually told myself to watch it last year, but with the onslaught of dota and other &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt;, it had to be put aside till this year when I saw it on TV and could not resist the temptation to watch it. Liu Yifei is too damn pretty to miss out on &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT do not mistake me girls. This is not the same type of fanatical "OMG I LOVE WUZUN" type of fandom, but more of the "ok she's quite pretty" kind. I will NEVER go to such a fanatical stage for any TV/radio/music/video/movie/super star. Never.&lt;br /&gt;But I digress yet again. I've been through 38 heart-wrenching yet heart-touching episodes, and I do not regret spending my time on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I think I did mention that I hate Chinese, and this is why I am illiterate in it. But why am I watching a Chinese show, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; a Chinese show at that? Super chimmified imba manners of speaking and refined language of the olden age does not really suit Mr. Ivan, does it?&lt;br /&gt;This is where you are WRONG. I love and adore wuxia shows, 天龙八部,射雕英雄传,倚天屠龙记, I have been through them all. Yet I still devour these shows like I've never watched them before. Well I'm a sucker for such shows I guess. Although without subtitles, the show would be ALOT less interesting o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more episodes left before I finish the entire series, and I'm really loving every bit of it. To all of you who will not die watching such shows, this has to be a must-watch, even though I'm sure most of those people would have already watched it eg. Foolai o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With half the class having quitted dota, calling it the bane of their academic results (looking at my own, I can't argue otherwise D: ), I am left bored. Maybe it's time to start looking at other newer games. Recommendations anyone? And NO not WoW. I do not spend money on my games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-6714142436144433097?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6714142436144433097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=6714142436144433097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6714142436144433097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/6714142436144433097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/addiction-to-wuxia-shows.html' title='Addiction to wuxia shows.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-1408534044458242821.post-4992834404931484216</id><published>2007-05-24T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T01:59:17.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best quiz I've ever taken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.notdoppler.com/theimpossiblequiz.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE IMPOSSIBLE QUIZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1408534044458242821-4992834404931484216?l=feeedtheworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4992834404931484216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1408534044458242821&amp;postID=4992834404931484216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/4992834404931484216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1408534044458242821/posts/default/4992834404931484216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://feeedtheworld.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-quiz-ive-ever-taken.html' title='Best quiz I&apos;ve ever taken.'/><author><name>Dark League</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16592233647891498696</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
